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Post by Nakamura Omi on Oct 12, 2006 23:01:39 GMT -5
He could not get the smell of smoke to leave him. Even after all of the dead burnt crusts that had once been his skin were scraped from his back, not even after the bandages from his blistered hands were removed, or even now – as he sat on the stairs of the back of the House, done with the fourth bath since the searing. He still stunk with the eye watering scent.
Omi’s breath was still a wheeze through his charred esophagus, but it did not bother him, only when he tried to sleep – it kept him awake. He had never thought of this once as a depressing event really, just being at the mercy of someone else for a few weeks had left him unnerved. He had been thankfully passed out during most of his recovery, but otherwise had been left alone in a room to simply think and stare at the ceilings above, or to sleep.
The almond haired servant had left him alone after a bath; standing at the door way, her round faced head bowed low and then had left; the ex-Ninja’s eyes following after her, feeling home sick for his own dark haired girl. She had a face that was much prettier than the Asai’s servant’s face.. Her eyes were more brilliant. Her movements more graceful. Omi missed her, though smiled to him self at the thought of her. Standing up, he had gone to the moonlight soaked steps of the back porch of the House.
Earlier, he had heard the voices of the Yuudai boy and someone else’s, another Asai he had guessed, but as custom – closed his ears to such conversation. With paper walls in every house of Japan, it was only polite to train ones self to not eavesdrop, think of something else… and he had thought of home. Not the Takahashi House, not of Daiki or Ryozo, but of his real home up in the North.
And his eyes drifting close, he meditated at the steps. Blocking out the wheezes of his own breathing, Omi left in the white noise… in a memory of snow.
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Post by Asai Yuudai on Oct 14, 2006 1:31:39 GMT -5
There was no loud noise or even a voiced entrance when Yuudai had stopped on the porch, standing next to the wounded man. It was easy to find Omi within the maze of the household, considering he was the only walking being that smelt of smoke. The chill of the air might've startled Yuudai but his eyes remained fixated on the darkness that descended within the trees. He would've preferred rain at the moment in high hopes the silence of the night could be washed away.
Yuudai could sense the detachment from Omi and the lids of his eyes lowered, his right hand reaching to place his hand softly to the other's forearm. "You doing ok?" His voice was light, tearing through the silence. Everything he did was slow but timed perfectly, trying to make his exterior as still as the night. He could feel himself getting tired of standing, tired of keeping awake and thinking about tomorrow's plans. And he could get rid of that burden by sleeping; though he had to make sure Omi was well rested. The servants even said he wasn't doing badly.
"I'm glad to hear you're doing better," he said when Omi took his time to answer. Yuudai lied, knowing he didn't care if the man was healing or not. They weren't friends so compassion would never be present. He barely even knew about the Takahashi's inner circle.
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Post by Nakamura Omi on Oct 14, 2006 21:25:21 GMT -5
Omi heard the voice split his thoughts, unwelcoming he felt, but accepted it with a mild smile. “Like a tree loves the vines dancing up its branches,” his voice was low and oddly positive despite the darker nature of his words. If he spoke any higher, his voice would be cracked, but as low it was – it sounded normal. Undamaged.
His eyes were a pale yellow in the moonlight, lids opened to peer forward at the silhouettes of leaves falling down, whispering of the winter to come. He often wondered if the leaves would speak, if they would be screaming or singing. The sad song of trees? His thoughts strayed from the other a moment.
”I think I will be leaving soon,” he spoke conversationally, an elbow upon his knee resting a shaven chin upon a knuckle. His face was a lunar white. “…What will you do before the cold comes, may I ask?” He wondered honestly. Not that he particularly cared, but it was out of curiosity. Perhaps learn why the lord he served cared to ally with these people – surely he saw the Asai as their equal. Omi wanted to know what their equal really was. And he asked it without much other thought, not bothering to mask his words like the other did.
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Post by Asai Yuudai on Oct 14, 2006 21:37:43 GMT -5
Yuudai could've smiled at the warning but instead he craned his head to stare out at the darkness, his perception off. "Before the cold.." he didn't know why the way Omi worded it sounded so natural but when it came from his mouth it reminded Yuudai vaguely of himself. Cold, no matter what season. "The only thing I can do, prepare," he answered, wondering why Nakamurai asked such an odd question.
Perhaps if he took the time to get to know their guest he would've adapted to everything the other was doing. And slowly did his eyes shift towards Omi, a shiver running down his spine. Not only did this stranger flag his senses but he carved within his threatening world. Just by a single question.
As though he was blocking out the sound of the world, his hands had lifted and rest over his ears. His eyes closed and he turned his head away, focusing on the wave of his breath. "You know," his voice loud in his head, "you may always stay here as our guest. Really." The reason to his gesture was because he wanted to hear himself being honest for once.
"If you'd like," he finished, letting his hands lower.
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Post by Nakamura Omi on Oct 14, 2006 22:20:41 GMT -5
“Come with me, then,” he said suddenly, but then paused in all thought – at the realization of his words. He then smiled, as though the phrase was comical, passing it off as something less than it was. Less than it was.
”The snow is silent up north. But not dead,” he lowered his knuckles into his lap, looking over his shoulder to peer at the other. Not dead like it is here. “It is sleeping.” He watched Asai for only a second longer before letting his gaze drift away, focusing back forward. The solemn conversation dampened him. Why did speaking to this man seem to bring him down? It made him want to lift the Asai up with him. Take him away. As though he wanted to save something; though, he could not grasp what.
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Post by Asai Yuudai on Oct 14, 2006 22:31:04 GMT -5
Yuudai was thankful his head was turned in the other direction, considering the expression on his face was wide and embarrassed. He wasn't sure if Omi was serious about the request and so he brushed it off as a cruel joke. An opprotunity to get away from all of his responsibilities and to lessen the burden he was to his cousin was in front of him. He tensed even thinking about this freedom.
"Running away," he started off, "is difficult." Turning his head to finally see Omi peering over his shoulder, he gave off a soft smile. What was so melancholy about the moonlight tonight, he wondered. "I have loved ones here.. besides, you're just a stranger," Yuudai explained, aiming at something.
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