Do I look like Yuu Watase-sama to you...?! -sniff- -sniff- -wail-

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Samui

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Cold…

The weeping willow my shelter embraces me from around and above. I call her my mother, for her mark has been etched into my skin. It glows from under my dress, its crimson halo promising great warmth…

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

By day, my smiling façade fools all those around me. I slip easily behind the masks, the many roles rehearsed over and over again – the fey harem maiden, the cheerful friend, the understanding sister… They love me as much as I love them…

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

For everything becomes for naught when I step onto the stage of Life as the faithful lover, only to learn my audience of one would not look my way. Others console my disappointment, telling me time will mend my broken heart…

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

You say I am your companion true, blinded not by your title, your name, your fortune or fame… You tell me you are grateful for my following, showering me with blessings of fellowship and friendship… You readily offer everything you have to give within the brotherhood of Suzaku's shichiseishi

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

Because… Because you cannot give me the only thing that will sustain me… the only thing that will nourish me… the only thing that will warm me…

I feel none of it…

Nothing…

No…

Cold…


"Hotohori-sama…"


Cold…

I stare at the neverending white before my eyes, my strength exhausted. As I have poured all the warmth of my heart to feed you, I pour all the warmth of my blood to feed this barren land… Fragile snow melts under the sudden change in temperature…

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

I give a small laugh at the irony… Isn't it funny, how I will die here…? It's so cold… the icy wind bites my skin, the frigid snow numbs my limbs… So cold… So cold…

I finally feel it…

Cold…

"Aishiteru…

"Sayonara…"

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"Heika…!!"

I shudder with shock, a part of me torn. What is it…? What have I lost…?!

I touch myself, feeling for my heart past my heavy robes.

No… it canna be…



… cold…

… … cold… …

… … … cold… … …



Cold…

I kneel before the golden image of my god, seeking comfort in my sorrow. Suzaku's feathers glitter and gleam, reflecting the ember flames. Suzaku's fire glows bright at the altar, Suzaku's fire glows hot…

But I feel none of it…

Cold…

Far and away, a voice haunts me…

Now you know how cold I feel…

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Aoi Akiko rambles:

Nuriko-chan... Hotohori-sama... -curls up crying-

I'm cold... really... As in hiding under 3-layers-of-coverlets-and-2-layers-of-clothing cold... -brr-
And far and away, a voice haunted me, "Now you know how cold I feel...
"
A little disturbing, but I couldn't help but put thought to paper...

Notes:

[1] samui = cold
[2] I made Nuriko call the weeping willow his mother... And in a way, it does not seem to stray from his character... His seishi mark is yanagi (= willow) after all, and of all the other seishi, Nuriko leads a rather sorrowful life...
[3] Ah yes, the first half was narrated by Nuriko, and the later half by Hotohori... Virtual lollipops for everyone...

Um... review kudasai...?
bows Arigatou gozaimasu...