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warintheextreme) wrote2014-01-06 03:32 am
warintheextreme) wrote2014-01-06 03:32 am
[For Takatora]
When I left the grounds of the Kusugami clan, the home of my forebears, I had every reason in the world to believe that it was the right choice.
Sure, I had to leave behind my name, and my claim to a long line of men and women who had protected humanity at any and all costs. Sure, I was more or less damning my little brother to a life and responsibility that he had no desire for.
But I'd always known that Aguri was more suited to the Makai life. And I'd always known that my strength, my power, my focus, lie elsewhere.
So I left them behind. I still wear Aguri's ring (as I'd had to give him mine when I forsook my place in the line of succession), and I know that if I ever needed him to come to me, he'd know. So it's not as if I was totally excommunicated.
I still had to take an assumed surname, though. Of course I did! Makai records and human records are not the same thing. There are records of Kusugamis throughout history doing things that are not generally considered... proper, by human standards.
And anyway, I want to succeed, or fail, on my own merits.
So I enrolled in university. I fabricated myself a false past in which I am an only child lost my parents at a young age.
My classes are going well, and I'm glad for that much, because everything else is proving to be surprisingly complicated. From needing to sleep at night so I can go to class during the day, to the constant low-grade fear that there might be Horrors on this campus and I could do nearly nothing to defend myself or anyone else against them...
And now, to add insult to every tiny injury, now I have to fight with this infernal machine that is adamant on keeping my limited money from me, and refusing to give me anything to eat in return.
"Damn thing." I mutter under my breath. I've got the front panel of the input pad open and am trying to figure out which combination of wires will actually deliver my food, or return my money. Either would be fine.
Sure, I had to leave behind my name, and my claim to a long line of men and women who had protected humanity at any and all costs. Sure, I was more or less damning my little brother to a life and responsibility that he had no desire for.
But I'd always known that Aguri was more suited to the Makai life. And I'd always known that my strength, my power, my focus, lie elsewhere.
So I left them behind. I still wear Aguri's ring (as I'd had to give him mine when I forsook my place in the line of succession), and I know that if I ever needed him to come to me, he'd know. So it's not as if I was totally excommunicated.
I still had to take an assumed surname, though. Of course I did! Makai records and human records are not the same thing. There are records of Kusugamis throughout history doing things that are not generally considered... proper, by human standards.
And anyway, I want to succeed, or fail, on my own merits.
So I enrolled in university. I fabricated myself a false past in which I am an only child lost my parents at a young age.
My classes are going well, and I'm glad for that much, because everything else is proving to be surprisingly complicated. From needing to sleep at night so I can go to class during the day, to the constant low-grade fear that there might be Horrors on this campus and I could do nearly nothing to defend myself or anyone else against them...
And now, to add insult to every tiny injury, now I have to fight with this infernal machine that is adamant on keeping my limited money from me, and refusing to give me anything to eat in return.
"Damn thing." I mutter under my breath. I've got the front panel of the input pad open and am trying to figure out which combination of wires will actually deliver my food, or return my money. Either would be fine.
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"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sengoku Ryouma." I greet him properly, pushing myself away from the vending machine and bowing formally, as it befits someone of my station, despite how much I continue to attempt to hide my station.
Once introductions have been observed, I gesture for him to walk with me, as I head for the door leading out of the dorm.
"Are you a first year as well?" I feel I should at least attempt small talk with him, as I continue o steal glances at him. He's very attractive.
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He's stopped smiling already, at least stopped smiling though I can still catch the twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. A shame.
"Very good." I fall into step, just a half step behind him, but otherwise right beside him. He leads me outside, and I keep an eye out to try and remember this path we are taking, in case I should want to find this supposed cafe on my own in the future.
"Yes, this is my first year." I say. "My focus is on theoretical physics and engineering. And you?"
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What I am required to study.
"Ah," both hands in my pockets, I slouch forward a bit, bowing my head, hiding my face in my bangs. "I am a business major." I confess, finally. Shyly. It is not my major passion, but then, I don't really know what my major passion is.
The night is warm, the moon almost full, lighting our path. There is a warm spring breeze blowing at our hair, I can feel it kissing the back of my neck. I feels quite pleasant.
Sakura blooming earlier in the day, petals scattered across our path. Ridiculous.
As ridiculous as the white streak in his hair.
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"That sounds interesting. What kind of classes go along with such a profession?"
The path we are traveling is very nice. Almost picturesque. No, definitely picturesque.
Were my father here, I'm sure he'd have something to say about how beauty is fleeting and dangerous and Horrors thirst for positivity and light, they hunger for everything they can't create for themselves. That kind of stuff.
But this just feels nice.
I think I am potentially making a friend.