Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 4, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -5
The feeling of cold embrace…. Darkness surrounding nothing. Broken memories, fragments of clear glass and overwhelming feelings…. How they swarmed within the cold darkness. Pools of black and winds of ice. The feeling of floating within nothing. The swaying emotions of nothing in remembrance. The warmth forgotten as time rotted away.
The room, shedding light through its open windows. The warmth of the sun touching the unconscious man’s smooth pale skin. His snow white hair scattered across his shoulders and the pillow on the single bed. His cloths draped over the side of the bed. Half of his jacket off and only hanging onto his left arm as it touched the floor. The light reflecting off his white form. He lay there motionless as the smell of abandoned rotted wood and bedding washed over him. The sun kissed room open as the hard wood floors bare with scattered trash. How the smell reminded those of a home they longed for, abandoned within time as dust covered the furniture. It was like stepping into an old home you had long since left behind.
Kankure opened his eyes. They were a silvery white, absolutely beautiful as they glittered off the light that bleed through the open windows. He felt a pressure on his back, as if laying on something hard. He sat up slowly, his hair retracting from the bed and being pulled up with him. Pressing against his shoulders and back as he sat there. A thin gray sword laid there, small crusted blood stains across the blade, splattered in small sections. Their dark red blotches flakey from such time of being there. He pulled his feet to the edge of the bed and stood up, dragging the sword off the bed and holding it next to his side, his haori laying on the bed and hanging lazily from his arm. He wore a light blue and white Hakama underneath the sleeves Haori. His chest was seeable along with the horrid scar.
His face seemed blank from emotion as he stared out the window. The dark yellow drapes hanging open to the side of the window pane, dust floated by the window, making the streams of light visible. “What… what’s going on?” Kankure asked himself, he looked around. There was no one there. Only the peeling wall paper and worn furniture. He looked at the bed where he had been laying moments before. The impression of his body was in the sheets. But held no warmth. He could only remember his name…. but he felt as if he were doing something important… but what?
He covered his face with his hand and shook his head. Not knowing what was going on, not remembering. Kankure felt something slip from his Haori… something soft and light. He looked down, seeing a small flower, its form wilted and torn, the vibrant red darkened and molded. He stared at it, something stirring within him. A feeling of pressure in his chest as if he couldn’t breath. But why? Kankure bent down and picked it up, gently holding it within his hand. A few of the dark red rotted petals fell , crumbling as it glided to the floor. What was this feeling of remorse? A feeling… of loss. But why? Why was he feeling this?!
He felt something cold trickle onto his arm. It was wet. Kankure saw the water drop on his arm and noticed he was crying. The tears flowing down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. He couldn’t stop them. “W-why….Why am I crying?” He whispered. Gently touching his face with his finger tips, staring at the flower. He wiped away his tears and gently put the flower back into his Haori. Something tugged at him… something tugged on his sleeve. He quickly looked up but found no one there. A flash of something came to mind…black flowing hair and the feeling of happiness… “What’s wrong with me?” Kankure said as his eyes began to water up again. He sat down on the bed and tried to get the tears to stop flowing. The feeling of wanting…. Something… He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember yet he was forced to be here with such strange emotions flowing through him. He let the sword drop from his grasp onto the floor with a hollow clunk, quickly putting his hands over his face.
“Why can’t I remember!!” Kankure screamed through his hands. “Why? Why am I forced to feel this way?!” he shouted. He couldn’t remember anything… he could only remember his name… his name and a strange place. All he could remember was of how desolated it seemed. “Why….Why…Can’t I choose? Can’t I decide on how to feel!?” His heart was racing. His face flushed. He couldn’t stand the confusion… this place. If he could remember a village.. Why couldn’t he remember here? Where was he?
He stood up and walked to the window, pressing his hand against the dirty glass. Looking out to the city as the sun was setting. The orange hues radiation across the sky as the sun touched the horizon. He was alone….. So.. alone. He let his hand slip away from the glass, leaving a small mark of where his hand was. Kankure shook his head. Telling himself to forget about it… let the feeling pass. Ignore it all. He took his sword from the floor and quietly walked to the door. Wrenching it open and stepping into the hallway. “I need to find someone…. Anyone.” Kankure whispered. And he walked off, leaving the room deserted as he went out to find a living person to tell him everything they knew about him… about this city. Something.
The sun’s orange and pink hues solified and melted as the sun was halfway down the horizon. The lights streaming more solid through the hand print and it laid on the crumpled pieces of petals. The sun kissed rays forming a hand figure with it’s light as the room slowly became dark. The light leaving the skies and turning into night. The pale moonlight the only source left along with the twinkling stars…..
The room, shedding light through its open windows. The warmth of the sun touching the unconscious man’s smooth pale skin. His snow white hair scattered across his shoulders and the pillow on the single bed. His cloths draped over the side of the bed. Half of his jacket off and only hanging onto his left arm as it touched the floor. The light reflecting off his white form. He lay there motionless as the smell of abandoned rotted wood and bedding washed over him. The sun kissed room open as the hard wood floors bare with scattered trash. How the smell reminded those of a home they longed for, abandoned within time as dust covered the furniture. It was like stepping into an old home you had long since left behind.
Kankure opened his eyes. They were a silvery white, absolutely beautiful as they glittered off the light that bleed through the open windows. He felt a pressure on his back, as if laying on something hard. He sat up slowly, his hair retracting from the bed and being pulled up with him. Pressing against his shoulders and back as he sat there. A thin gray sword laid there, small crusted blood stains across the blade, splattered in small sections. Their dark red blotches flakey from such time of being there. He pulled his feet to the edge of the bed and stood up, dragging the sword off the bed and holding it next to his side, his haori laying on the bed and hanging lazily from his arm. He wore a light blue and white Hakama underneath the sleeves Haori. His chest was seeable along with the horrid scar.
His face seemed blank from emotion as he stared out the window. The dark yellow drapes hanging open to the side of the window pane, dust floated by the window, making the streams of light visible. “What… what’s going on?” Kankure asked himself, he looked around. There was no one there. Only the peeling wall paper and worn furniture. He looked at the bed where he had been laying moments before. The impression of his body was in the sheets. But held no warmth. He could only remember his name…. but he felt as if he were doing something important… but what?
He covered his face with his hand and shook his head. Not knowing what was going on, not remembering. Kankure felt something slip from his Haori… something soft and light. He looked down, seeing a small flower, its form wilted and torn, the vibrant red darkened and molded. He stared at it, something stirring within him. A feeling of pressure in his chest as if he couldn’t breath. But why? Kankure bent down and picked it up, gently holding it within his hand. A few of the dark red rotted petals fell , crumbling as it glided to the floor. What was this feeling of remorse? A feeling… of loss. But why? Why was he feeling this?!
He felt something cold trickle onto his arm. It was wet. Kankure saw the water drop on his arm and noticed he was crying. The tears flowing down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. He couldn’t stop them. “W-why….Why am I crying?” He whispered. Gently touching his face with his finger tips, staring at the flower. He wiped away his tears and gently put the flower back into his Haori. Something tugged at him… something tugged on his sleeve. He quickly looked up but found no one there. A flash of something came to mind…black flowing hair and the feeling of happiness… “What’s wrong with me?” Kankure said as his eyes began to water up again. He sat down on the bed and tried to get the tears to stop flowing. The feeling of wanting…. Something… He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember yet he was forced to be here with such strange emotions flowing through him. He let the sword drop from his grasp onto the floor with a hollow clunk, quickly putting his hands over his face.
“Why can’t I remember!!” Kankure screamed through his hands. “Why? Why am I forced to feel this way?!” he shouted. He couldn’t remember anything… he could only remember his name… his name and a strange place. All he could remember was of how desolated it seemed. “Why….Why…Can’t I choose? Can’t I decide on how to feel!?” His heart was racing. His face flushed. He couldn’t stand the confusion… this place. If he could remember a village.. Why couldn’t he remember here? Where was he?
He stood up and walked to the window, pressing his hand against the dirty glass. Looking out to the city as the sun was setting. The orange hues radiation across the sky as the sun touched the horizon. He was alone….. So.. alone. He let his hand slip away from the glass, leaving a small mark of where his hand was. Kankure shook his head. Telling himself to forget about it… let the feeling pass. Ignore it all. He took his sword from the floor and quietly walked to the door. Wrenching it open and stepping into the hallway. “I need to find someone…. Anyone.” Kankure whispered. And he walked off, leaving the room deserted as he went out to find a living person to tell him everything they knew about him… about this city. Something.
The sun’s orange and pink hues solified and melted as the sun was halfway down the horizon. The lights streaming more solid through the hand print and it laid on the crumpled pieces of petals. The sun kissed rays forming a hand figure with it’s light as the room slowly became dark. The light leaving the skies and turning into night. The pale moonlight the only source left along with the twinkling stars…..