Post by __kiki. on Jun 28, 2006 21:28:22 GMT -5
This is my joining post to one of the best rping sites on the web, Furuba Tales! Please read it carefully and tell me what you think, I hopefully will turn it into a one-shot fanfiction! I hope it gives you more insight into Kureno.
Beautifully broken (The title...for now...)
His cheek was still burning from the last encounter.
The tall young man reached out with a slightly trembling hand for the latch to the door, before pausing and taking a deep, shuddering breath. This was all he had known, and all he would know until the one he was bound to found no need for him anymore. Every time he readied to be at her side, he bitterly recognized that in being freed from the curse he had been ensnared in its cruel entanglements much further.
Kureno tugged on the latch with just the right amount of force to open it and entered the familiar darkness, shivering despite himself. The room was empty, unadorned, barren; a pitiful reflection of his heart and the malevolently gleaming eyes he met with his own crimson orbs. Her eyes, Akito's eyes. The rooster knelt down on the mat that was placed before Akito and only looked up again when he felt her touch on his cheek.
So gentle, that touch, and yet her hands had the power to scar. Her voice was so light, so bell-like, but laced with an inevitable cruelty, and from her rose-petal lips flowed beautiful words that ripped lives into weak little shreds. Kureno could not deny that he was held in complete thrall by Akito, even though he knew that some part of him had been broken off from her, wrenched out of her grasp.
From the Head’s behavior, it was thought that Kureno was the most beloved of the Junishi, the one that Akito held most dear. Something in Kureno stirred, some unknown feeling that made him appreciate being so close to Akito but at the same time he wished it otherwise. He watched over Akito, cared for Akito, loved Akito, but here he was trapped. The dark room he knelt in was his hateful confinement, the place where nothing could reach him but the whispered desires of the woman standing before him. He was an exile, banished from the family and ordained to spend the rest of his days at Akito's merciless side.
Kureno's face remained carefully devoid of emotion. A great actor, he thought of himself ironically, although his façade was for not for viewing pleasure. A flash of humanity and Akito would see right through him, into his eyes and find the rebellion sparking in his heart. He had wandered outside on a few fear-filled occasions, and the taste of freedom only left him hungering for more.
A trilling sound came to his attention and to that of Akito as well, and she turned around to see a little nightingale perched daintily on the windowsill. The dark-haired figure stretched out a marble hand and a slender finger, and the bird flew over to her without hesitation. Every time Kureno saw a bird gravitating to Akito, he wondered if she did it to show him that she still had control over him, the rooster that she refused to let go. Was he like that bird? Dare he compare himself to it? Yes, he was a bird; a beautiful, sorrowful-filled songbird with clipped wings, trapped inside a cage. Even if Akito did let him go outside, Kureno wasn't sure he could survive. Even if he was set loose, he couldn't fly with clipped wings.
The question came. Of course it would, what kind of a fool was Kureno to think that he could escape unscathed from Akito Sohma? The query rolled like rainwater from Akito’s lips; she possessed the endearing ability to make even the worst of poisoned curses sound like sweet praise. “Do you love me, Kureno?” The same question, always the same one and when he tossed and turned in the merciless hours of the night, it haunted him. What was he to say but yes? Meeting her gaze slowly, Kureno nodded his head once, twice. “Yes.” A one-word answer was not enough for Akito; she wanted to break him in the worst way and so required the three words that sealed his own doom. “I love you,” he added in a softer tone, one that was imbued with a touch of humanity unlike his mechanical words of before. I love you, I love you, I love you. Three words that had the strength to bring people together and the power to tear apart entire worlds. The lips brushed against his silenced any thoughts that were in danger of spilling over his lips and shattering the glass surface of silence following his voice.
The sun cast long shadows when Kureno was finally able to 'escape' Akito. 'Escape.' He didn't like the sound of that word, it sounded as if he'd done something terribly wrong. Had he really? Doubts and second thoughts rushed through his mind faster than he could interpret them. Mouth set in a grim line, Kureno pushed forward; there was no turning back now, and he wasn’t even sure if his feet would take him there. Something shrouded in mystery, something terribly beautiful and foreign was waiting for him, and he had to heed the call.
Looking around, Kureno saw that he was completely and utterly lost. The rooster hadn't been out for so long, he didn't know his way, didn't know how to cope out in the real world. He had been sheltered for so long… He allowed himself to smile a little at his own expense. Who did he think he was, to believe that he could last in a fast-paced, quickly-changing world where there was hardly time for people to stop and breathe? Shaking his head, the words to inquire his location died on the tip of his tongue and he turned away from the friendly-looking woman he was about to speak with.
Freedom.
He supposed that was the proper term for walking around and feeling unhindered, unchained to anything sordid and twisted. Even so, his mind’s eye had always seen freedom a something much more, something that resembled a heaven. Did he take the concept of ‘freedom’ and put it on a pedestal of awe in his heart, only to discover that he was wrong all along? Kureno shoved his hands deeply into the pocket of his long black trench coat, avoiding prying eyes.
Even with his doubts, Kureno cherished freedom. The rooster savored it, loved it with everything he had, and yet it frightened him. He was afraid of having so much control, he didn't know what to do or say. All his life, his every action, every breath had been dictated to him, if not by Akito then by everyone else around him. The bird with broken wings had suddenly gained its flight again, and then...it had forgotten how to fly.
The rooster walked hesitantly into the Café, wincing a little at the wave of noise that greeted him. This was what he had left the certainty of Akito’s embrace for? Brushing his reddish hair out of his face, he sat down at an empty table, emotionless. Thinking such thoughts would only cause him to leave and never venture outside unless Akito was with him. His hollow eyes scanned the area, and something made him regret ever leaving Akito's side. With an inward sigh, he waited for someone to get his order.
Waited...the bird rustled its newly mended wings and did the only thing it knew how to; it waited.
His crimson eyes caught the motion of someone walking past him, so he decided to speak up even though he felt as though he would choke on his tongue. "Excuse me, miss, but I was wondering if you could take my order." His voice was quiet and smooth on the surface, but beneath it held a waver of fear, a note of apprehension. Then came the terse, inevitable silence that he knew was to follow his words. It filled the air, pressing its cruel fingers into Kureno’s ears until he thought he might go deaf, and he was once again left waiting, waiting for her response to fill up the gap of silence between their words and mend his empty soul.
Beautifully broken (The title...for now...)
His cheek was still burning from the last encounter.
The tall young man reached out with a slightly trembling hand for the latch to the door, before pausing and taking a deep, shuddering breath. This was all he had known, and all he would know until the one he was bound to found no need for him anymore. Every time he readied to be at her side, he bitterly recognized that in being freed from the curse he had been ensnared in its cruel entanglements much further.
Kureno tugged on the latch with just the right amount of force to open it and entered the familiar darkness, shivering despite himself. The room was empty, unadorned, barren; a pitiful reflection of his heart and the malevolently gleaming eyes he met with his own crimson orbs. Her eyes, Akito's eyes. The rooster knelt down on the mat that was placed before Akito and only looked up again when he felt her touch on his cheek.
So gentle, that touch, and yet her hands had the power to scar. Her voice was so light, so bell-like, but laced with an inevitable cruelty, and from her rose-petal lips flowed beautiful words that ripped lives into weak little shreds. Kureno could not deny that he was held in complete thrall by Akito, even though he knew that some part of him had been broken off from her, wrenched out of her grasp.
From the Head’s behavior, it was thought that Kureno was the most beloved of the Junishi, the one that Akito held most dear. Something in Kureno stirred, some unknown feeling that made him appreciate being so close to Akito but at the same time he wished it otherwise. He watched over Akito, cared for Akito, loved Akito, but here he was trapped. The dark room he knelt in was his hateful confinement, the place where nothing could reach him but the whispered desires of the woman standing before him. He was an exile, banished from the family and ordained to spend the rest of his days at Akito's merciless side.
Kureno's face remained carefully devoid of emotion. A great actor, he thought of himself ironically, although his façade was for not for viewing pleasure. A flash of humanity and Akito would see right through him, into his eyes and find the rebellion sparking in his heart. He had wandered outside on a few fear-filled occasions, and the taste of freedom only left him hungering for more.
A trilling sound came to his attention and to that of Akito as well, and she turned around to see a little nightingale perched daintily on the windowsill. The dark-haired figure stretched out a marble hand and a slender finger, and the bird flew over to her without hesitation. Every time Kureno saw a bird gravitating to Akito, he wondered if she did it to show him that she still had control over him, the rooster that she refused to let go. Was he like that bird? Dare he compare himself to it? Yes, he was a bird; a beautiful, sorrowful-filled songbird with clipped wings, trapped inside a cage. Even if Akito did let him go outside, Kureno wasn't sure he could survive. Even if he was set loose, he couldn't fly with clipped wings.
The question came. Of course it would, what kind of a fool was Kureno to think that he could escape unscathed from Akito Sohma? The query rolled like rainwater from Akito’s lips; she possessed the endearing ability to make even the worst of poisoned curses sound like sweet praise. “Do you love me, Kureno?” The same question, always the same one and when he tossed and turned in the merciless hours of the night, it haunted him. What was he to say but yes? Meeting her gaze slowly, Kureno nodded his head once, twice. “Yes.” A one-word answer was not enough for Akito; she wanted to break him in the worst way and so required the three words that sealed his own doom. “I love you,” he added in a softer tone, one that was imbued with a touch of humanity unlike his mechanical words of before. I love you, I love you, I love you. Three words that had the strength to bring people together and the power to tear apart entire worlds. The lips brushed against his silenced any thoughts that were in danger of spilling over his lips and shattering the glass surface of silence following his voice.
The sun cast long shadows when Kureno was finally able to 'escape' Akito. 'Escape.' He didn't like the sound of that word, it sounded as if he'd done something terribly wrong. Had he really? Doubts and second thoughts rushed through his mind faster than he could interpret them. Mouth set in a grim line, Kureno pushed forward; there was no turning back now, and he wasn’t even sure if his feet would take him there. Something shrouded in mystery, something terribly beautiful and foreign was waiting for him, and he had to heed the call.
Looking around, Kureno saw that he was completely and utterly lost. The rooster hadn't been out for so long, he didn't know his way, didn't know how to cope out in the real world. He had been sheltered for so long… He allowed himself to smile a little at his own expense. Who did he think he was, to believe that he could last in a fast-paced, quickly-changing world where there was hardly time for people to stop and breathe? Shaking his head, the words to inquire his location died on the tip of his tongue and he turned away from the friendly-looking woman he was about to speak with.
Freedom.
He supposed that was the proper term for walking around and feeling unhindered, unchained to anything sordid and twisted. Even so, his mind’s eye had always seen freedom a something much more, something that resembled a heaven. Did he take the concept of ‘freedom’ and put it on a pedestal of awe in his heart, only to discover that he was wrong all along? Kureno shoved his hands deeply into the pocket of his long black trench coat, avoiding prying eyes.
Even with his doubts, Kureno cherished freedom. The rooster savored it, loved it with everything he had, and yet it frightened him. He was afraid of having so much control, he didn't know what to do or say. All his life, his every action, every breath had been dictated to him, if not by Akito then by everyone else around him. The bird with broken wings had suddenly gained its flight again, and then...it had forgotten how to fly.
The rooster walked hesitantly into the Café, wincing a little at the wave of noise that greeted him. This was what he had left the certainty of Akito’s embrace for? Brushing his reddish hair out of his face, he sat down at an empty table, emotionless. Thinking such thoughts would only cause him to leave and never venture outside unless Akito was with him. His hollow eyes scanned the area, and something made him regret ever leaving Akito's side. With an inward sigh, he waited for someone to get his order.
Waited...the bird rustled its newly mended wings and did the only thing it knew how to; it waited.
His crimson eyes caught the motion of someone walking past him, so he decided to speak up even though he felt as though he would choke on his tongue. "Excuse me, miss, but I was wondering if you could take my order." His voice was quiet and smooth on the surface, but beneath it held a waver of fear, a note of apprehension. Then came the terse, inevitable silence that he knew was to follow his words. It filled the air, pressing its cruel fingers into Kureno’s ears until he thought he might go deaf, and he was once again left waiting, waiting for her response to fill up the gap of silence between their words and mend his empty soul.
