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The young samurai stares anxiousley into the eyes of his defeated enemy. The dirt smudged across his face burns him to tears, but he can't look away, cant believe the limp, bloody, pulpy mess of man that lay there, wimpering and occasionly screaming in pain. The unfortunate mess of feelings start to whisper aroud the young hero, guilt, pride, fury, confusion. Master will be pleased. Ai will be relieved, washed away by the grief that once imprisoned her, heart bursting with love for her returning sweetheart. What will Mother think? The most important woman in his life by far, who tenderly raised him and forcfully taught him. The plump, jolly woman with glowing cheeks and encouraging words. He wipes his sword on the back of his blood-stained shirt, and lets a single tear drop onto each of the dying man's wounds. But, honestly, will it sustain him? Is this what the samurai wants? He cannot tell, for he himself does not know yet. He is anxious to get home, where the cherry blossoms are fragrent and the sugary air abundant. he wants to hold Ai and kiss her with passion. He wants to show Master what a great deed he has done, yet he wants to cower in his Mother's warm arms, cry into her bossom, feel her embrace and absorb her strentgh. He wants to sit by a crackling fire and go fishing in the sparkling lake. He wants his life, but he does not want to take another man's. This man probably also has an Ai of his own, perhaps a Mother waiting to kiss him and spoil him and fatten him with sweets. The samurai waits, and the man speaks, adn gruff, groggy, scratchy voice rising from the ground: "So, this is it eh?"
to be continued when i feel like it.... mrgreen
 [~dAnDy aCorN~] · Sun Jan 07, 2007 @ 10:50pm · 0 Comments |
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