Experimenting
Something I didn't do for rather a long time. I mean, writing fanfiction to a picture. Especially when it's portrayied rather "interestingly".
My English fails me today, forgive. Maybe someday I will give it a beta.
fic for schroedingerwal
Title: Down to One
Words: 677
Series: Saiyuki
Rating: PG
Characters: Nii/Ukoku and his rather insane mind
Who the hell you are.
He kept telling it to himself more and more.
More and more often.
Tired, after more than five mugs of coffee too much, he sat down in front of his computer. The screen was black, yet the device was still on. Just in sleep-mode. He didn’t have time to write all the notes and save them electronically. Simply didn’t have time. Neither he wanted to do it. Brushing hand through his hair, he looked at the dead-black screen. It smiled to him in form of a man.
Black hair framing face with black eyes and black-rimmed glasses.
“Do you know who you are?”
It spoken and Nii fidgeted, hand touching the mousepad in surprise, causing the “rat” to fall down from the desk. The black screen disappeared. Computer told him to log in and Nii typed the password and with his mind rather absent, he pressed “Enter” on the keyboard. Then he bowed to get the computer mouse from the floor.
He needed sleep. A day off probably.
It was all right through the rest of afternoon, up to the evening. Silent, soft evening that went through the castle’s walls as chill. Coldness that got past the skin, inside veins and turned blood to ice, causing it almost to stop its flow. Bone-chilling cold.
Ignoring it as always, he sat in the chair near the window. Spring was coming awfully slowly. Almost like it didn’t want to come this time. Days got longer, but he still didn’t pay attention to it as all the time he spent in underground lab. Later he was sitting, smoking, drinking something more than tea in his room, wanting badly to get his body temperature higher before sleeping. Nii often enjoyed watching sunrises with his plush friend. At least, it was here to listen to him. The Moon wasn’t responding as often as he would like it to. Offended? He didn’t know why. There was no reason after all, no quarrel between them. They rarely quarrelled. Nii’s eyes went up as he decided to look at the Moon once again. It was slowly disappearing as it was the end of the lunar month coming.
“Poor old man… You liked him.”
He’d heard it, yet his lips didn’t move at all. Exhaling the smoke from his cigarette against the window, he caused the other to grin even wider. Those black hair were looking neat, so not like his own.
“I wondered when you’ll finally show up. Work’s eating you like the light.”
The reflection in window chuckled and Nii shook his head, rubbing eyes. Damn, too much coffee for him today. Too much running around and now he was tired to the point…
“… are you hearing voices? Feeling bad?”
The Other chuckled once again. The green silk and paper against his arms was glistening in the moonlight. His robes pure white and face looking healthy, young.
“What have you done to yourself? You’re down to one now, aren’t you? Alone.”
Nii’s fist went against the glass and Other’s hand followed him. Yet he was spreading his fingers. Shown off his white skin, bearing only few calluses from training matrial arts. His own, Nii’s one, with yellow nicotine stains, was even paler that his reflection’s. Unhealthy pale. It didn’t suit the Other completely.
“You won’t bury the past that way.”
Reflection laughed loudly at him, the pearl-sounding laughter filling the room, filling his head. Sarcastic, cold. His own laughter turned against him.
“You need to go now. Do what you need to do. Say goodbye.”
His reflection’s eyes went to the bunny plush. It was looking at Nii only. With his glass-bead eyes, so understanding and warm. Like the Moon above his head, shining against the velvety-black covers of the night. Always smiling at him.
Even when he took the utility knife and ripped its head off, dumping all in the trash can.
He had to do something that he should have done many, many years ago.
Had to stop asking himself.
Why he was down to one.
image drawn and owned by schroedingerwal
My English fails me today, forgive. Maybe someday I will give it a beta.
fic for schroedingerwal
Title: Down to One
Words: 677
Series: Saiyuki
Rating: PG
Characters: Nii/Ukoku and his rather insane mind
Who the hell you are.
He kept telling it to himself more and more.
More and more often.
Tired, after more than five mugs of coffee too much, he sat down in front of his computer. The screen was black, yet the device was still on. Just in sleep-mode. He didn’t have time to write all the notes and save them electronically. Simply didn’t have time. Neither he wanted to do it. Brushing hand through his hair, he looked at the dead-black screen. It smiled to him in form of a man.
Black hair framing face with black eyes and black-rimmed glasses.
“Do you know who you are?”
It spoken and Nii fidgeted, hand touching the mousepad in surprise, causing the “rat” to fall down from the desk. The black screen disappeared. Computer told him to log in and Nii typed the password and with his mind rather absent, he pressed “Enter” on the keyboard. Then he bowed to get the computer mouse from the floor.
He needed sleep. A day off probably.
It was all right through the rest of afternoon, up to the evening. Silent, soft evening that went through the castle’s walls as chill. Coldness that got past the skin, inside veins and turned blood to ice, causing it almost to stop its flow. Bone-chilling cold.
Ignoring it as always, he sat in the chair near the window. Spring was coming awfully slowly. Almost like it didn’t want to come this time. Days got longer, but he still didn’t pay attention to it as all the time he spent in underground lab. Later he was sitting, smoking, drinking something more than tea in his room, wanting badly to get his body temperature higher before sleeping. Nii often enjoyed watching sunrises with his plush friend. At least, it was here to listen to him. The Moon wasn’t responding as often as he would like it to. Offended? He didn’t know why. There was no reason after all, no quarrel between them. They rarely quarrelled. Nii’s eyes went up as he decided to look at the Moon once again. It was slowly disappearing as it was the end of the lunar month coming.
“Poor old man… You liked him.”
He’d heard it, yet his lips didn’t move at all. Exhaling the smoke from his cigarette against the window, he caused the other to grin even wider. Those black hair were looking neat, so not like his own.
“I wondered when you’ll finally show up. Work’s eating you like the light.”
The reflection in window chuckled and Nii shook his head, rubbing eyes. Damn, too much coffee for him today. Too much running around and now he was tired to the point…
“… are you hearing voices? Feeling bad?”
The Other chuckled once again. The green silk and paper against his arms was glistening in the moonlight. His robes pure white and face looking healthy, young.
“What have you done to yourself? You’re down to one now, aren’t you? Alone.”
Nii’s fist went against the glass and Other’s hand followed him. Yet he was spreading his fingers. Shown off his white skin, bearing only few calluses from training matrial arts. His own, Nii’s one, with yellow nicotine stains, was even paler that his reflection’s. Unhealthy pale. It didn’t suit the Other completely.
“You won’t bury the past that way.”
Reflection laughed loudly at him, the pearl-sounding laughter filling the room, filling his head. Sarcastic, cold. His own laughter turned against him.
“You need to go now. Do what you need to do. Say goodbye.”
His reflection’s eyes went to the bunny plush. It was looking at Nii only. With his glass-bead eyes, so understanding and warm. Like the Moon above his head, shining against the velvety-black covers of the night. Always smiling at him.
Even when he took the utility knife and ripped its head off, dumping all in the trash can.
He had to do something that he should have done many, many years ago.
Had to stop asking himself.
Why he was down to one.
image drawn and owned by schroedingerwal