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Lost Echo
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Konishi stumbled. In her innate desire to get away, her foot went sideways and she was heading down. She had moments to brace for impact, memories of when she was thirteen and had tripped over her kimono rushing back. Would the punishment be worse? She could hear the gasps of the audience.
She came to an abrupt stop far above the ground. Arashi’s arm, in a fake parody of a god’s support keeping her up. She tried to pull away, but he held fast, his grip just shy of painful. It was a reminder of the show they were putting on. Probably the only reason he cared. She turned toward the audience, her eyes catching that of the children. With her free hand she lifted her kimono, rocking back and forth on her okoboe. Her body tensed with the pain of her probably sprained ankle, but she kept a smile on her face, which grew more real as the kids started to rock back and forth as well.
Her eyes fell on one of her students, causing her to nearly stumble, but Arashi’s hand held strong. She gave him a wave, even as she felt herself crumbling further. She never wanted to be seen by her students. She was a person to them. Sure, she’d transform on bad days and let the student cuddle her, but that was just a weird quirk of Ms. Ko. She wasn’t a puppet like for these people.
Or a pawn, like for Arashi. She’d put it off long enough. Turning her head to look at him, she asked, “Is telling the truth so terrifying that you’re scared of me?” She laughed at the thought. Then she took a deep breath. She was starting to finely shake, but she kept it together. I have nothing to lose. So she said what she’d always wanted to say, here with the defense of the performance they were putting on. “I might be a sheep, but every sheep knows their shepherd. And you’ll never be mine.”
She came to an abrupt stop far above the ground. Arashi’s arm, in a fake parody of a god’s support keeping her up. She tried to pull away, but he held fast, his grip just shy of painful. It was a reminder of the show they were putting on. Probably the only reason he cared. She turned toward the audience, her eyes catching that of the children. With her free hand she lifted her kimono, rocking back and forth on her okoboe. Her body tensed with the pain of her probably sprained ankle, but she kept a smile on her face, which grew more real as the kids started to rock back and forth as well.
Her eyes fell on one of her students, causing her to nearly stumble, but Arashi’s hand held strong. She gave him a wave, even as she felt herself crumbling further. She never wanted to be seen by her students. She was a person to them. Sure, she’d transform on bad days and let the student cuddle her, but that was just a weird quirk of Ms. Ko. She wasn’t a puppet like for these people.
Or a pawn, like for Arashi. She’d put it off long enough. Turning her head to look at him, she asked, “Is telling the truth so terrifying that you’re scared of me?” She laughed at the thought. Then she took a deep breath. She was starting to finely shake, but she kept it together. I have nothing to lose. So she said what she’d always wanted to say, here with the defense of the performance they were putting on. “I might be a sheep, but every sheep knows their shepherd. And you’ll never be mine.”
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With her words, Rui Xi filled Konishi with fire. It was strange to see the dragon as support. They had not spoken of why she’d erased memories. Even though she wanted to ask if they could be returned, the sheep felt it was better to work together than broach that elephant between them. No, it was better to face the world united. To face Arashi united.
“Shepherds are supposed to keep the flock safe. They care. Neither you nor your servants could manage that.” She took a breath to cradle the fire inside of her. Let it shine bright enough to control the fear. “You may be my god, but I’ll never do more than fear you. And soon, I’ll be too dumb to even do that.” Would it be a relief?
It was when his attention shifted to Rui Xi for a moment, she wanted to protest the dragon wasn’t old, but she was trying to convince herself she was shaking from the cold, or anger, not fear. Besides, the protest would just draw attention to it, best ignore it as another pointless fact he was spouting.
But as he hissed in her ear, she scanned the group and she couldn’t help but wonder was it pointless? Or true? Who would show up to these types of things but the most faithful? She wanted to turn her head to spot Touya, the young boy from her class again, but resisted the urge. No, she would speak on her and Rui Xi’s terms, not here. She tried to make eye contact with the dragon, affirming her decision, but didn’t know those eyes well enough to read if she was understood.
Aloud, she said, “Wolves? Are they not your true flock? You’ll get bored with us as dumb animals, provided Rui Xi doesn’t just eat you, but these people will continue to worship you as I never will.” Nothing to lose indeed. She wondered if she’d ever get free from the compound after spouting these words. But if he already knew, her movements would have been watched anyway. She just wished it was a relief from the fear to speak what she'd always kept hidden.
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“Shepherds are supposed to keep the flock safe. They care. Neither you nor your servants could manage that.” She took a breath to cradle the fire inside of her. Let it shine bright enough to control the fear. “You may be my god, but I’ll never do more than fear you. And soon, I’ll be too dumb to even do that.” Would it be a relief?
It was when his attention shifted to Rui Xi for a moment, she wanted to protest the dragon wasn’t old, but she was trying to convince herself she was shaking from the cold, or anger, not fear. Besides, the protest would just draw attention to it, best ignore it as another pointless fact he was spouting.
But as he hissed in her ear, she scanned the group and she couldn’t help but wonder was it pointless? Or true? Who would show up to these types of things but the most faithful? She wanted to turn her head to spot Touya, the young boy from her class again, but resisted the urge. No, she would speak on her and Rui Xi’s terms, not here. She tried to make eye contact with the dragon, affirming her decision, but didn’t know those eyes well enough to read if she was understood.
Aloud, she said, “Wolves? Are they not your true flock? You’ll get bored with us as dumb animals, provided Rui Xi doesn’t just eat you, but these people will continue to worship you as I never will.” Nothing to lose indeed. She wondered if she’d ever get free from the compound after spouting these words. But if he already knew, her movements would have been watched anyway. She just wished it was a relief from the fear to speak what she'd always kept hidden.
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“We have 84 days left, how many more of those will you go on pretending that I’m not here?”
Takumi's low voice sliced through the fabric of Kenta's composure, carving a searing path directly into his heart, settling uncomfortably somewhere between his chest and his throat.
For a moment, he was speechless, with only the sounds of the garden around them echoing in his ears. Adoring fans gushing over the hosts, children laughing in the background, and the gentle murmur of the waterfall near them provided an almost ironic ambiance for a conversation he hadn't expected.
I could never pretend you weren't around, not when you're the first face I search for when I walk into a room, was what Kenta wanted to say, but some truths could not be said, not now, perhaps not ever.
"It's... it's better this way," Kenta finally voiced, choking on the half-truth. He dared not meet Takumi's eyes, lest he lose himself completely in their warm depths. Instead, he looked to where Takumi's hand encircled his arm. To the casual observer, they simply appeared as friends engaged in a private conversation, unaware of the tense words spoken softly between them.
"Wouldn't you rather spend those 84 days with the people who make you happy?" he continued, the unspoken truth lingering in the unoccupied spaces between his words. And I'm not one of them. I could never be. The words felt like shards of glass in his mouth. As children they had shared everything; as men, distance was all he could offer.
In another reality, unfettered by the shackles of their roles, perhaps their story would have played out differently. Best friends turned lovers - like something out of a cliche rom-com. That night, when Takumi had confessed his feelings, lips soft and pliant against Kenta's, sharing drunken kisses and whispered sighs - Kenta had allowed himself a moment of indulgence, imagining their future together. Of lazy summer afternoons just like their childhood, hands entwined while they dozed in the sun-dappled garden. Of traveling to places perhaps even out of Japan - maybe a quaint European town, perhaps, where Takumi could immerse himself in painting, and Kenta could read to him under the shade of a quiet courtyard. Kenta could see it, could feel it, the happiness that might have come with him accepting Takumi's feelings.
But he could also see their end; the inevitable heartbreak that would come with pursuing such a relationship. Takumi would grow weary of him and leave. Just like...
Kenta's eyes wandered over towards their God some distance away.
If love faltered with the one who should have cherished them—the one Kenta thought loved him, and whom he had loved fervently—then what chance did Kenta even have with a person he could never hold in his arms?
They all had an expiration date, and Kenta knew from experience how deeply a broken heart could cut. Lovers, friends, dreams - all slipped through his grasp like sand. Left abandoned while the world moves on without him. It was safer then, to be the one leaving first, before any could break his heart further.
Takumi had moved on, or so Kenta had assumed. Yet here the Ox stood before him once more, reopening wounds long since scabbed over. Kenta does not understand Takumi's intent, only that he still feels too much, cares too deeply - a weakness that will destroy them both in the months to come now that the curse was leading them to their ends.
With great effort, Kenta eased his arm out of Takumi's grasp. He closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself. When he looked upon Takumi again, it was with a mask of indifference, hoping to conceal the feelings raging within. This next part would destroy them, but Kenta had convinced himself it was the only way - the kindest way. To cut himself free before hope could take root and bloom once more, only to wither again when Takumi left as all things must. As he left.
"I thought moving on would be easier if I left first," Kenta said, hating the flatness of his own voice. "But you won't let me go in peace, will you? Why must you keep reopening these wounds?"
Kenta took one step back, then another, putting distance between them that he felt in his soul. "Please just... let me go. Forget that night. Find your happiness elsewhere. It's... what would be best for you, in the end," he whispered, the words ash in his mouth.
Takumi's low voice sliced through the fabric of Kenta's composure, carving a searing path directly into his heart, settling uncomfortably somewhere between his chest and his throat.
For a moment, he was speechless, with only the sounds of the garden around them echoing in his ears. Adoring fans gushing over the hosts, children laughing in the background, and the gentle murmur of the waterfall near them provided an almost ironic ambiance for a conversation he hadn't expected.
I could never pretend you weren't around, not when you're the first face I search for when I walk into a room, was what Kenta wanted to say, but some truths could not be said, not now, perhaps not ever.
"It's... it's better this way," Kenta finally voiced, choking on the half-truth. He dared not meet Takumi's eyes, lest he lose himself completely in their warm depths. Instead, he looked to where Takumi's hand encircled his arm. To the casual observer, they simply appeared as friends engaged in a private conversation, unaware of the tense words spoken softly between them.
"Wouldn't you rather spend those 84 days with the people who make you happy?" he continued, the unspoken truth lingering in the unoccupied spaces between his words. And I'm not one of them. I could never be. The words felt like shards of glass in his mouth. As children they had shared everything; as men, distance was all he could offer.
In another reality, unfettered by the shackles of their roles, perhaps their story would have played out differently. Best friends turned lovers - like something out of a cliche rom-com. That night, when Takumi had confessed his feelings, lips soft and pliant against Kenta's, sharing drunken kisses and whispered sighs - Kenta had allowed himself a moment of indulgence, imagining their future together. Of lazy summer afternoons just like their childhood, hands entwined while they dozed in the sun-dappled garden. Of traveling to places perhaps even out of Japan - maybe a quaint European town, perhaps, where Takumi could immerse himself in painting, and Kenta could read to him under the shade of a quiet courtyard. Kenta could see it, could feel it, the happiness that might have come with him accepting Takumi's feelings.
But he could also see their end; the inevitable heartbreak that would come with pursuing such a relationship. Takumi would grow weary of him and leave. Just like...
Kenta's eyes wandered over towards their God some distance away.
If love faltered with the one who should have cherished them—the one Kenta thought loved him, and whom he had loved fervently—then what chance did Kenta even have with a person he could never hold in his arms?
They all had an expiration date, and Kenta knew from experience how deeply a broken heart could cut. Lovers, friends, dreams - all slipped through his grasp like sand. Left abandoned while the world moves on without him. It was safer then, to be the one leaving first, before any could break his heart further.
Takumi had moved on, or so Kenta had assumed. Yet here the Ox stood before him once more, reopening wounds long since scabbed over. Kenta does not understand Takumi's intent, only that he still feels too much, cares too deeply - a weakness that will destroy them both in the months to come now that the curse was leading them to their ends.
With great effort, Kenta eased his arm out of Takumi's grasp. He closed his eyes briefly, steeling himself. When he looked upon Takumi again, it was with a mask of indifference, hoping to conceal the feelings raging within. This next part would destroy them, but Kenta had convinced himself it was the only way - the kindest way. To cut himself free before hope could take root and bloom once more, only to wither again when Takumi left as all things must. As he left.
"I thought moving on would be easier if I left first," Kenta said, hating the flatness of his own voice. "But you won't let me go in peace, will you? Why must you keep reopening these wounds?"
Kenta took one step back, then another, putting distance between them that he felt in his soul. "Please just... let me go. Forget that night. Find your happiness elsewhere. It's... what would be best for you, in the end," he whispered, the words ash in his mouth.
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There were many things that Sorellia appreciated in this world, and her preferences leaned heavily towards tangible treasures—jewelry, fame, and fortune. People, however, were not high on her list of favorites. Despite basking in the limelight, her patience with others was far from abundant. To her, it was a transactional relationship: they utilized her for entertainment, on or off-screen, and in return, she utilized them to amass notoriety and wealth.
The select few with whom Sorellia genuinely enjoyed spending time were limited to Takumi, Kazue, and, well...
She sighed as Kazue placed his hand against hers, a contrast to her cold skin that brought comfort. It cooled her anger almost instantly. The last thing she honestly needed was more people in her face, but Kazue was an exception. He always was. Sorellia had a lot of fans—people who followed her, chanting her name, asking for pictures, wanting an autograph. But Kazue was different. He was a genuine fan of hers — a friend.
His reassuring voice and honeyed words had a calming effect on her. The grip on her hair ornament loosened, and the strands of her hair fell gently to the ground. She gazed down at the discarded piece, a sense of disappointment lingering. What was the point of her usual tantrums? What was the point of anything, especially when they were bound to transform into animals soon? She gathered the loose strands that clung to the ornament before handing the hair piece over to Kazue.It was a silent plea, a request for him to fix it for her.
Once her heart had steadied, she shifted her gaze toward Murasaki. The quiet and mature zodiac was almost the complete opposite of Sorellia—studious and not one for fame. In fact, Murasaki was often the least mentioned in any articles about the zodiac signs. There was a part of Sorellia that felt envious of Murasaki's quiet lifestyle, but a larger part of her was annoyed by her perceived arrogance. Despite no one knowing or caring about her, Murasaki carried an aura that bothered Sorellia. It was inexplicable. Maybe it was jealousy. Contentedness with oneself that Sorellia would never have.
As Murasaki handed her the brush, Sorellia passed it on to Kazue, a silent command for him to brush her hair. It wasn't an obligation; she considered it a privilege. The three of them sat alone in the room, the servants gone. The actress gazed out into the open garden, where flowers of all colors and shapes flourished together. It struck her how the flowers, despite their differences, coexisted in harmony. If only the zodiacs could do the same. Yet human hearts, including her own, were so fickle. Emotions tended to complicate things. Perhaps, once they all became animals, they could find a simpler harmony.
As the notion of them turning into animals occupied her mind, she unconsciously bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her thoughts. The prospect of such a transformation loomed large in her mind, and she had to physically restrain herself. She couldn't allow this idea to consume her; she wouldn't let it.
"A shame." She echoed. “With the little time we have, this is what we're constrained to do. I should have aimed higher, become more well-known. Perhaps then the servants would have put in more effort to prevent it. Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking."
Another stretch of silence ensued. "You two appear calm despite everything. Aren't you afraid?” She posed the question, yet it resonated more like a desperate plea for reassurance.
The select few with whom Sorellia genuinely enjoyed spending time were limited to Takumi, Kazue, and, well...
She sighed as Kazue placed his hand against hers, a contrast to her cold skin that brought comfort. It cooled her anger almost instantly. The last thing she honestly needed was more people in her face, but Kazue was an exception. He always was. Sorellia had a lot of fans—people who followed her, chanting her name, asking for pictures, wanting an autograph. But Kazue was different. He was a genuine fan of hers — a friend.
His reassuring voice and honeyed words had a calming effect on her. The grip on her hair ornament loosened, and the strands of her hair fell gently to the ground. She gazed down at the discarded piece, a sense of disappointment lingering. What was the point of her usual tantrums? What was the point of anything, especially when they were bound to transform into animals soon? She gathered the loose strands that clung to the ornament before handing the hair piece over to Kazue.It was a silent plea, a request for him to fix it for her.
Once her heart had steadied, she shifted her gaze toward Murasaki. The quiet and mature zodiac was almost the complete opposite of Sorellia—studious and not one for fame. In fact, Murasaki was often the least mentioned in any articles about the zodiac signs. There was a part of Sorellia that felt envious of Murasaki's quiet lifestyle, but a larger part of her was annoyed by her perceived arrogance. Despite no one knowing or caring about her, Murasaki carried an aura that bothered Sorellia. It was inexplicable. Maybe it was jealousy. Contentedness with oneself that Sorellia would never have.
As Murasaki handed her the brush, Sorellia passed it on to Kazue, a silent command for him to brush her hair. It wasn't an obligation; she considered it a privilege. The three of them sat alone in the room, the servants gone. The actress gazed out into the open garden, where flowers of all colors and shapes flourished together. It struck her how the flowers, despite their differences, coexisted in harmony. If only the zodiacs could do the same. Yet human hearts, including her own, were so fickle. Emotions tended to complicate things. Perhaps, once they all became animals, they could find a simpler harmony.
As the notion of them turning into animals occupied her mind, she unconsciously bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her thoughts. The prospect of such a transformation loomed large in her mind, and she had to physically restrain herself. She couldn't allow this idea to consume her; she wouldn't let it.
"A shame." She echoed. “With the little time we have, this is what we're constrained to do. I should have aimed higher, become more well-known. Perhaps then the servants would have put in more effort to prevent it. Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking."
Another stretch of silence ensued. "You two appear calm despite everything. Aren't you afraid?” She posed the question, yet it resonated more like a desperate plea for reassurance.
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Konishi stood a little stronger as she met Rui Xi’s eyes. It was strange, even now she could remember she hated the dragon as much as Arashi and the servants. It was she after all who really took her parents. But she was just as much of a pawn as Konishi herself was. It still hurt, but she could cling to the other’s strength to do this. As long as she was human, as the other reminded her.
It was interesting Arashi reflected her thoughts, calling them pawns too. As if all she had to say was to complain about him. Then he referenced then. That time she’d skipped school, wanting to hide from the world and not able to find a place to do so. She’d seen them wrestle with the man, injecting him with something that sedated him near instantly. That was when she’d pitied him. It was also when she learned he wouldn’t keep her safe. “Is that why you became one of them?” She asked, her voice serious, curious. “Because you couldn’t protect yourself from them? How could you be our god then?” Maybe he too was a pawn, who just held himself to loftier ideals. She still was going to speak.
At the next section of reporters, she stepped forward, away from the other Zodiacs. She didn’t look to see if Rui Xi stepped up to support her, she liked to pretend without the illusion being broken. “Excuse me.” Her voice was tiny, and she had to try again. “Excuse me!” And suddenly she was the center of attention. Probably more than just the reporters. Did all of the Zodiacs know her plans?
“Hi.” She gave a little wave, “I know most of you know me, but my name is Miura Konishi. I rarely use my last name, since I lost my parents.” There was the expected awww, which she paused to let pass. “You see, I’m not sure how much you guys know about a Zodiac, when they’re found.” She looked up, her doe eyes large behind her glasses. She couldn’t tell if the reporters were at all interested, so she hurried up. “At 13, we’re taken to the compound. My parents loved me. And I especially loved my little brother, Minato.” She smiled, truly, happily for the first time on camera. “The compound was different. One of the worst things was the punishments. Not to me, but even watching another was terrifying. So I wrote to my parents. Talking about the abuse I was seeing.” She purposefully didn’t look at Reiji, even as her lips trembled keeping tears behind as she remembered. “The servants took me back to my house and made me watch as my family’s memories were erased. It was awful seeing their faces, desperate as the servants held us apart, then blank.” Here, she looked back up, “I know you probably don’t believe me. But I doubt they managed to cover everything up. I was in too many things in school. Too active as a child. Maybe you can find me.” She hugged herself. “I just want to tell my parents, Miura Kaito and Kairi, and my brother, Minato that I love them.” The tears were falling down her face, but she stood tall. “It’s okay if they don’t remember me as their daughter.” She knew Minato would recognize her as his student teacher. “I’m most likely going to be stuck as a sheep for the rest of my life, unless we break the curse in 3 months. So I couldn’t wait any longer. I don't want to talk about my fellow Zodiacs, please respect their privacy. They can speak out if they want to...hopefully. Thank you.” She bowed and stepped back into the group of Zodiacs. She looked back up when she was safely in the group, watching the cameras, and realizing the red lights were off. Her heart fell, but she glanced at the other onlookers, maybe they cared? Some of them claimed the sheep as theirs?
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It was interesting Arashi reflected her thoughts, calling them pawns too. As if all she had to say was to complain about him. Then he referenced then. That time she’d skipped school, wanting to hide from the world and not able to find a place to do so. She’d seen them wrestle with the man, injecting him with something that sedated him near instantly. That was when she’d pitied him. It was also when she learned he wouldn’t keep her safe. “Is that why you became one of them?” She asked, her voice serious, curious. “Because you couldn’t protect yourself from them? How could you be our god then?” Maybe he too was a pawn, who just held himself to loftier ideals. She still was going to speak.
At the next section of reporters, she stepped forward, away from the other Zodiacs. She didn’t look to see if Rui Xi stepped up to support her, she liked to pretend without the illusion being broken. “Excuse me.” Her voice was tiny, and she had to try again. “Excuse me!” And suddenly she was the center of attention. Probably more than just the reporters. Did all of the Zodiacs know her plans?
“Hi.” She gave a little wave, “I know most of you know me, but my name is Miura Konishi. I rarely use my last name, since I lost my parents.” There was the expected awww, which she paused to let pass. “You see, I’m not sure how much you guys know about a Zodiac, when they’re found.” She looked up, her doe eyes large behind her glasses. She couldn’t tell if the reporters were at all interested, so she hurried up. “At 13, we’re taken to the compound. My parents loved me. And I especially loved my little brother, Minato.” She smiled, truly, happily for the first time on camera. “The compound was different. One of the worst things was the punishments. Not to me, but even watching another was terrifying. So I wrote to my parents. Talking about the abuse I was seeing.” She purposefully didn’t look at Reiji, even as her lips trembled keeping tears behind as she remembered. “The servants took me back to my house and made me watch as my family’s memories were erased. It was awful seeing their faces, desperate as the servants held us apart, then blank.” Here, she looked back up, “I know you probably don’t believe me. But I doubt they managed to cover everything up. I was in too many things in school. Too active as a child. Maybe you can find me.” She hugged herself. “I just want to tell my parents, Miura Kaito and Kairi, and my brother, Minato that I love them.” The tears were falling down her face, but she stood tall. “It’s okay if they don’t remember me as their daughter.” She knew Minato would recognize her as his student teacher. “I’m most likely going to be stuck as a sheep for the rest of my life, unless we break the curse in 3 months. So I couldn’t wait any longer. I don't want to talk about my fellow Zodiacs, please respect their privacy. They can speak out if they want to...hopefully. Thank you.” She bowed and stepped back into the group of Zodiacs. She looked back up when she was safely in the group, watching the cameras, and realizing the red lights were off. Her heart fell, but she glanced at the other onlookers, maybe they cared? Some of them claimed the sheep as theirs?
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