Post by yuukoichihara on Aug 21, 2009 18:48:06 GMT -5
(Spoilers for those who can read between the lines.)
That day my hand grazed on the hard, smooth wood of the fence...
...was the day that I, the Kimihiro Watanuki everyone knew (or didn't know for that matter), ceased to exist.
My existence dropped off the face of this world, only to fall and exist elsewhere, beyond my comprehension.
That day that blood red lips repeated my name, a piece of my soul then rested in the pale hands of a seemingly bewitching "woman".
The day she said my birthday, my future was stripped effortlessly from the plane of time, lost in her hourglass. She owned me, owned my past, present, and future. Owned my name, my soul, and my right to exist.
So of course...
....I am nothing without this woman. Just a small insignificant piece of space.
But as she says, this meeting was hitsuzen, the inevitable, and there would have been no way to avoid it. Avoid becoming trapped in her web.
But I was unlike the other costumers. In the end, these costumers had their wish granted either peacefully or fitfully, but granted nonetheless in the end. But this "woman", this Witch, this creature, found something in me. That linked to other worlds of which she was a part of. Other existences that required not only to have this wish of mine granted, but to have her's granted in return. For my services, she grants my wish, but in the end I doomed to work until I am completely and utterly dead.
And I suppose the sight that I was adorned with at birth was also a part of her knowledge, because she knew of this and everything else from the beginning. Sometimes I wonder if this person knows everything...about everyone. Being able to perceive spirits, whether vengeful or not, is an ability that few have and only the ones with this sight would know.
No, I'm not doubting that she can see everything. It's just a wonder why she fitted me as the role of her part-timer when there where other wishes she just took a price for.
She could have just taken my memories, my home, my picture of my parents, anything, and she decided my time was the best option.
Hell. It would be a lie to say I don't have affection for my employer and caretaker of over a year, but it's so unfair. That she can just drop everything and leave me to do it. Unfair unfair unfair.
But life is unfair I suppose. No matter how long it is.
Yuuko Ichihara, in return for all that I had, gave me a new life.
But how......
...do you live without someone you are so accustomed to?
Someone you have learn to interpret, someone you have never found anything mysterious about in the end, someone that you unwillingly are forced to trust for your own survival.
I hardly think she is capable of love or family bearings.
But Yuuko, it's alright if I love you?
(No, you evil woman. I am not confessing "my undying love to you! ♥")
So I'll serve you. But you'd better pay me back, you hear?
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That day my hand grazed on the hard, smooth wood of the fence...
...was the day that I, the Kimihiro Watanuki everyone knew (or didn't know for that matter), ceased to exist.
My existence dropped off the face of this world, only to fall and exist elsewhere, beyond my comprehension.
That day that blood red lips repeated my name, a piece of my soul then rested in the pale hands of a seemingly bewitching "woman".
The day she said my birthday, my future was stripped effortlessly from the plane of time, lost in her hourglass. She owned me, owned my past, present, and future. Owned my name, my soul, and my right to exist.
So of course...
....I am nothing without this woman. Just a small insignificant piece of space.
But as she says, this meeting was hitsuzen, the inevitable, and there would have been no way to avoid it. Avoid becoming trapped in her web.
But I was unlike the other costumers. In the end, these costumers had their wish granted either peacefully or fitfully, but granted nonetheless in the end. But this "woman", this Witch, this creature, found something in me. That linked to other worlds of which she was a part of. Other existences that required not only to have this wish of mine granted, but to have her's granted in return. For my services, she grants my wish, but in the end I doomed to work until I am completely and utterly dead.
And I suppose the sight that I was adorned with at birth was also a part of her knowledge, because she knew of this and everything else from the beginning. Sometimes I wonder if this person knows everything...about everyone. Being able to perceive spirits, whether vengeful or not, is an ability that few have and only the ones with this sight would know.
No, I'm not doubting that she can see everything. It's just a wonder why she fitted me as the role of her part-timer when there where other wishes she just took a price for.
She could have just taken my memories, my home, my picture of my parents, anything, and she decided my time was the best option.
Hell. It would be a lie to say I don't have affection for my employer and caretaker of over a year, but it's so unfair. That she can just drop everything and leave me to do it. Unfair unfair unfair.
But life is unfair I suppose. No matter how long it is.
Yuuko Ichihara, in return for all that I had, gave me a new life.
But how......
...do you live without someone you are so accustomed to?
Someone you have learn to interpret, someone you have never found anything mysterious about in the end, someone that you unwillingly are forced to trust for your own survival.
I hardly think she is capable of love or family bearings.
But Yuuko, it's alright if I love you?
(No, you evil woman. I am not confessing "my undying love to you! ♥")
So I'll serve you. But you'd better pay me back, you hear?
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