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Fandom ❉ lacuna＊: fruits basket
- Thread starter cwosont
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the horse.
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the horse.
Skryeb
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“Hurry.” Focused on Yori, Konishi blinked stupidly at the outstretched arm, a sudden barrier that she couldn’t go around. She looked up at the word, don’t and paused. She shrank back at the frown that crossed the ox’s face, instincts still in the forefront, but still, she listened. “But Kenta hurts.”
Still, like a good little sheep, Konishi followed as she was shepherded away from the scene. With each step, her ovine characteristics bled away, letting her begin to think more than feel. As her arms grew bare, she wrapped them around herself, her meager, torn nightgown not enough to block out the rain. Her hair was a mess. Unbrushed the night before, even if she’d slept on the silk pillow the compound provided, it would have been wild. Now, it clumped in a mass, leaves and sticks stuck within.
She was surprised as they entered the garden, it looked little like she’d last seen it. Her eyes searched for the massive bushes that would hold the huge blue hydrangeas every June through July. But they were gone. It felt like a blow, though she didn’t understand why.
As the two led her to the gazebo, she stayed quiet, taking a seat, and tucking her hands under her thighs, her legs swinging. She didn’t look at them, instead wondering at the rain still running down her face. It couldn’t be tears, could it?
Then unprompted, she looked away, down at the wood floor of the gazebo. “The year I lost my family was hard on me. I felt I had nothing to live for.” Her voice was quiet, monotone. “I couldn’t care about school: only the fear of the servants beating me like they beat Reiji kept me going. But it wasn’t always enough. I skipped a lot of school in those days, wandering in random directions, uncaring. One of those times, I came back to the compound. I don’t know why, but some urge pushed me in that direction. I snuck in, not wanting to be caught by the servants, but I didn’t see any. I heard a commotion, someone screaming and things breaking. I’d heard whisper of Their tantrums, but I’d never been there for one. Why I went forward instead of running, I still don’t know. Looking back, there was no chance of me being heard, not over the screaming and bangs, but I still crept down the hall.”
She looked up, over at the spot that once held her Hydrangeas. She’d felt like they were a secret. A heartfelt apology from one of the servants. A gift to her family from the Emperor himself. She never knew, but she pretended.
With a sigh, Konishi continued, “He was trying to kill himself, or maybe someone else, I don’t know. He had a knife: he held it against his throat and swiped at some of the servants around him. When he attacked one, the others came from behind and sedated him--with a syringe, like today.” She turned to Takumi. “I always thought the oldest of us knew. That they were drugging him. But with U-jin’s reaction, I doubt that now.” Now, her desperate eyes turned to Yori. “That’s why it’s my fault. I knew, and kept it a secret like everything else! Maybe, maybe if I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have killed anyone. Maybe he would have been helped.”
Then back at the floor, she hugged herself, rocking, “I hated him. Maybe I still do. For taking away my family, for hurting us. But I didn’t want anyone hurt.” Now she was crying for real.
peachiepalette
Skryeb
Still, like a good little sheep, Konishi followed as she was shepherded away from the scene. With each step, her ovine characteristics bled away, letting her begin to think more than feel. As her arms grew bare, she wrapped them around herself, her meager, torn nightgown not enough to block out the rain. Her hair was a mess. Unbrushed the night before, even if she’d slept on the silk pillow the compound provided, it would have been wild. Now, it clumped in a mass, leaves and sticks stuck within.
She was surprised as they entered the garden, it looked little like she’d last seen it. Her eyes searched for the massive bushes that would hold the huge blue hydrangeas every June through July. But they were gone. It felt like a blow, though she didn’t understand why.
As the two led her to the gazebo, she stayed quiet, taking a seat, and tucking her hands under her thighs, her legs swinging. She didn’t look at them, instead wondering at the rain still running down her face. It couldn’t be tears, could it?
Konishi turned her head to face the monkey, her brow creasing as she took in his pained state. Maybe they shouldn’t have walked so far. Knowing he disliked pity, she forced a smile on her face, closed mouth to hide the fact she was missing her front teeth again. “I don’t think any of us have been sleeping well.”Yori said:
Then unprompted, she looked away, down at the wood floor of the gazebo. “The year I lost my family was hard on me. I felt I had nothing to live for.” Her voice was quiet, monotone. “I couldn’t care about school: only the fear of the servants beating me like they beat Reiji kept me going. But it wasn’t always enough. I skipped a lot of school in those days, wandering in random directions, uncaring. One of those times, I came back to the compound. I don’t know why, but some urge pushed me in that direction. I snuck in, not wanting to be caught by the servants, but I didn’t see any. I heard a commotion, someone screaming and things breaking. I’d heard whisper of Their tantrums, but I’d never been there for one. Why I went forward instead of running, I still don’t know. Looking back, there was no chance of me being heard, not over the screaming and bangs, but I still crept down the hall.”
She looked up, over at the spot that once held her Hydrangeas. She’d felt like they were a secret. A heartfelt apology from one of the servants. A gift to her family from the Emperor himself. She never knew, but she pretended.
With a sigh, Konishi continued, “He was trying to kill himself, or maybe someone else, I don’t know. He had a knife: he held it against his throat and swiped at some of the servants around him. When he attacked one, the others came from behind and sedated him--with a syringe, like today.” She turned to Takumi. “I always thought the oldest of us knew. That they were drugging him. But with U-jin’s reaction, I doubt that now.” Now, her desperate eyes turned to Yori. “That’s why it’s my fault. I knew, and kept it a secret like everything else! Maybe, maybe if I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have killed anyone. Maybe he would have been helped.”
Then back at the floor, she hugged herself, rocking, “I hated him. Maybe I still do. For taking away my family, for hurting us. But I didn’t want anyone hurt.” Now she was crying for real.
peachiepalette
Skryeb
