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Rose tea tastes good sometimes
There was once a bedridden boy, no more at the age of seven, his pale complexion is one that could be seen if one were to drain all the blood in their body, his arms looked as though they could break if you ever try to hold them, nothing but bones covered in skin. His skinny body looked no different. His cedar colored hair was just the right length to brush past his shoulder, a white towel was placed onto his forehead. One could have easily mistaken him as a dried corpse if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest, the rest of his body remained motionless as he lay under the cover of his futon in a small empty dark room.
It wasn't a while later that the boy suddenly rolled onto his side, his whole body began to convulse, the damp towel that was on his forehead fell onto the tatami floor as the boy pressed his hand on his mouth as he coughed violently. His free hand gripping at his chest, each cough became louder and louder, until something akin to the sound of water splashing could be heard. The color red drips from the hand that was on his mouth as the cough began to subside and his body became still once again.
"I'm home." A male's voice could be heard coming from the front door, followed by faint footsteps leading to the room where the frail boy is at. The door slide open, a teenager with long raven hair pulled back into a ponytail style, clad in dark blue kimono stepped into the room. Holding a package in his right hand. "I run into uncle Jiso--.." The teen paused, his emerald colored hues widened and the package fell with a thud as it hits the floor. "Kei?!" He exclaimed, kneeling beside the boy and cradling him in his arms. "Kei..."
The teen took the damp towel and used it to wipe the blood off the youngster's face and hand. A pained expression crossed his face as he tucked the boy back into his futon. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep... But his complexion, his condition... it looked as though his breath could stop at any moment... "You're still so young. The gods are cruel... aren't they.." His fingers brushed feather light against the boy's cheek. "On my way back... I heard from the townspeople that a new mage is in town, they said that he's quite famous..."
OOC: [Just adding this here that this can be yaoi or straight. I mostlydoyaoithough -cough-]
~Present time~
~Starter~
It has been fourteen years. Fourteen years since he was able to stand on his own two feet. Feeling the warm sunlight against his skin without it feeling as though had been thrown into fire instead. Being able to watch the snow fall for the first time and being able to touch it as well as being the first person who leave his footprints in the snow that covered their yard in the morning. Being able to spend his time outside, under the blooming cherry blossom in spring. Rather than just sitting in his room, wasting away in his bed... back then, he hadn't gone a day without coughing. Now, it seems that his illness had disappear completely. He didn't want to question it. Afraid that, if he knew what caused it to simply disappear. This body of his will be taken away.
A figure was standing under the cherry blossom, the petals falling around him as the spring wind blew past. The figure, no taller than 5'7 was clad in black kimono, his cedar colored hair covering the right side of his face and tied down into a loose ponytail behind him. His right hand resting on the handle of his katana on his right waist, held by his white sash as his left hand reached out, catching some of the petals that fell down. His amber colored hues focused on the cherry blossom trees, his gaze was soft and a smile danced upon his lips. The sound of flowing river nearby made him feel at ease, even moreso than usual.
But then his expression changed to one might see as annoyance. He looked over his shoulder, at the rustling of bush not far behind him. A group of three men began to surround him. "Yamazaki Keisuke from the Shinsengumi?" One of the men asked, although it was clear that they already knew who he is. He decides to play along. "What do you need of me?" Keisuke asked, he had not yet moved from where he stood, although his hands had dropped to his sides. His amber eyes now lazily scanning the formation they had surround him in. He could see them looking at each other. Determination and rage in their eyes.
"Your head!" One of them declared, drawing their swords from their scabbards and charged in for simultaneous attack---
The cherry blossom were painted red that spring morning. A choking sound of metal slicing into flesh and a choked gurgle is what last heard of the man who had declared the first attack and also the last one to go down. With a katana piercing straight through his chest. More blood splattered as Keisuke pulls out his sword and the man fell limp onto the ground with a thud, joining the rest of his so called friends. During the fight, they declared that they would avenge their leader, whom Keisuke had killed. And they were enraged when Keisuke said that he didn't remember who the guy was.
It wasn't a while later that the boy suddenly rolled onto his side, his whole body began to convulse, the damp towel that was on his forehead fell onto the tatami floor as the boy pressed his hand on his mouth as he coughed violently. His free hand gripping at his chest, each cough became louder and louder, until something akin to the sound of water splashing could be heard. The color red drips from the hand that was on his mouth as the cough began to subside and his body became still once again.
"I'm home." A male's voice could be heard coming from the front door, followed by faint footsteps leading to the room where the frail boy is at. The door slide open, a teenager with long raven hair pulled back into a ponytail style, clad in dark blue kimono stepped into the room. Holding a package in his right hand. "I run into uncle Jiso--.." The teen paused, his emerald colored hues widened and the package fell with a thud as it hits the floor. "Kei?!" He exclaimed, kneeling beside the boy and cradling him in his arms. "Kei..."
The teen took the damp towel and used it to wipe the blood off the youngster's face and hand. A pained expression crossed his face as he tucked the boy back into his futon. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep... But his complexion, his condition... it looked as though his breath could stop at any moment... "You're still so young. The gods are cruel... aren't they.." His fingers brushed feather light against the boy's cheek. "On my way back... I heard from the townspeople that a new mage is in town, they said that he's quite famous..."
OOC: [Just adding this here that this can be yaoi or straight. I mostlydoyaoithough -cough-]
~Present time~
~Starter~
It has been fourteen years. Fourteen years since he was able to stand on his own two feet. Feeling the warm sunlight against his skin without it feeling as though had been thrown into fire instead. Being able to watch the snow fall for the first time and being able to touch it as well as being the first person who leave his footprints in the snow that covered their yard in the morning. Being able to spend his time outside, under the blooming cherry blossom in spring. Rather than just sitting in his room, wasting away in his bed... back then, he hadn't gone a day without coughing. Now, it seems that his illness had disappear completely. He didn't want to question it. Afraid that, if he knew what caused it to simply disappear. This body of his will be taken away.
A figure was standing under the cherry blossom, the petals falling around him as the spring wind blew past. The figure, no taller than 5'7 was clad in black kimono, his cedar colored hair covering the right side of his face and tied down into a loose ponytail behind him. His right hand resting on the handle of his katana on his right waist, held by his white sash as his left hand reached out, catching some of the petals that fell down. His amber colored hues focused on the cherry blossom trees, his gaze was soft and a smile danced upon his lips. The sound of flowing river nearby made him feel at ease, even moreso than usual.
But then his expression changed to one might see as annoyance. He looked over his shoulder, at the rustling of bush not far behind him. A group of three men began to surround him. "Yamazaki Keisuke from the Shinsengumi?" One of the men asked, although it was clear that they already knew who he is. He decides to play along. "What do you need of me?" Keisuke asked, he had not yet moved from where he stood, although his hands had dropped to his sides. His amber eyes now lazily scanning the formation they had surround him in. He could see them looking at each other. Determination and rage in their eyes.
"Your head!" One of them declared, drawing their swords from their scabbards and charged in for simultaneous attack---
The cherry blossom were painted red that spring morning. A choking sound of metal slicing into flesh and a choked gurgle is what last heard of the man who had declared the first attack and also the last one to go down. With a katana piercing straight through his chest. More blood splattered as Keisuke pulls out his sword and the man fell limp onto the ground with a thud, joining the rest of his so called friends. During the fight, they declared that they would avenge their leader, whom Keisuke had killed. And they were enraged when Keisuke said that he didn't remember who the guy was.
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