Hikaru no Go drabble (31_days): The Rain Still Falls
I lied. I had to write something; trying to keep up with my one-piece a week tradition. Now here's a Hikago fic that is possibly more depressing than perhaps my other Hikago drabbles.
Title: The Rain Still Falls
Series: Hikaru no Go
Theme: Oct. 07 - Fly, vultures, fly
Summary: And Hikaru copes...
This drabble was written for 31_days.
The Rain Still Falls
Hikaru supposes it is just one of those days. The sky is grey and oblique, the blemished hydrangeas [1], and the go stone between his fingers just does not feel the same.
He cannot escape from the inevitable shadows.
Beneath gloomy clouds, Hikaru cranes his head towards the bashful sun and is reminded of when he has once shared poetry under these exact circumstances. He visions two by an open bamboo porch, and the rain brushing passed the tips of their nose. For naught, save the exchange of quick-witted tongues, can bring to disrupt the light rhythmic drizzle.
Sai has always taken note of Hikaru's lacking appreciation for classical literature. And he wonders if Sai will be pleasantly surprised as he mouths each word with the perfect stress on the necessary syllables.
"I feel the life is
sorrowful and unbearable
Though
I can't flee away
since I am not a bird." [2]
Every phoneme shaping the outlines of a snowy feather; the night in which he finds greeted by that death-white owl forever remains vivid in his mind [3]. If fate permits a second life, he wish only to reunite with his master. Whether Sai has found the secret to flight, Hikaru is curious to know.
But Hikaru cannot fly.
He does not yet know how to glide. Left with but little option to claw as close to heaven as wingless creatures allow; he endures.
A second string of the upmost beauty form through his lips; reminiscence heavy between pauses. The words drench in expensive wines and adorn in His Majesty's finest silks.
"Colours are fragrant
But they fade away.
In this world of ours none lasts forever.
Today cross the high mountain of life's illusions,
And there will be no more shallow dreaming,
no more drunkeness." [4]
But Hikaru disagrees.
Hikaru must not allow an end.
Such in rain, he wishes not for gentle lavender to slip through his fingertips.
And so he downs a shot of sake.
---
[1] In Japan, the hydrangea macrophyllas, rich blue in colour, signal the coming of the rainy season.
[2] Compiled within The Dialogue Between Two Poormen, and written by Yamanoue no Okura during the Nara period (710-794). He was under the comission of the emperor, and became one of the first classical poets. The poem, was in the form of a choka; consisting of 5 to 7 syllable phrases and concluding in a 5-7-7 format. Poetry during the Nara period usually reflected criticism towards political issues and local bureaucrats.
The original poem's roumaji:
Yononaka wo
Ushi to yasashi to
Omoe domo
Tobitachi kanetsu
Tori ni shi arane ba.
[3] In Japanese culture, as noted in an extra chapter of Sai's past from Hikaru no Go, if a snowy owl appear after an individual has died, that person's soul will wander on Earth for 1000 years.
[4] Named Iroha, it is said to had been written during the Heian era (794-1179). This particular poem is famous amongst all Japanese, as being a perfect panagram of the Japanese language. By means, the Iroha contained each of the Japanese syllables/characters exactly once; and in ancient times, was used at a method of ordering the Japanese alphabet.
The original poem's roumaji:
Iro wa nioedo
Chirinuru o
Waga yo tare zo
Tsunenaran
Ui no okuyama
Kyoo koete
Asaki yume miji
Ei (=yoi) mo sezu.
Comments and constructive criticism are lovely and welcomed :)
I was almost afraid I wouldn't make this post, as I was downtown practically for the entire day. The above fic is an alternate universe though, of Hikaru existing as Sai's pupil during the Heian era. I guess I wanted to somehow incorporate some anicent Japanese culture while I had the chance (what with the AU-month at 31_days and all). Do tell me how it worked out, especially if there are any issues with the piece.
Title: The Rain Still Falls
Series: Hikaru no Go
Theme: Oct. 07 - Fly, vultures, fly
Summary: And Hikaru copes...
This drabble was written for 31_days.
The Rain Still Falls
Hikaru supposes it is just one of those days. The sky is grey and oblique, the blemished hydrangeas [1], and the go stone between his fingers just does not feel the same.
He cannot escape from the inevitable shadows.
Beneath gloomy clouds, Hikaru cranes his head towards the bashful sun and is reminded of when he has once shared poetry under these exact circumstances. He visions two by an open bamboo porch, and the rain brushing passed the tips of their nose. For naught, save the exchange of quick-witted tongues, can bring to disrupt the light rhythmic drizzle.
Sai has always taken note of Hikaru's lacking appreciation for classical literature. And he wonders if Sai will be pleasantly surprised as he mouths each word with the perfect stress on the necessary syllables.
"I feel the life is
sorrowful and unbearable
Though
I can't flee away
since I am not a bird." [2]
Every phoneme shaping the outlines of a snowy feather; the night in which he finds greeted by that death-white owl forever remains vivid in his mind [3]. If fate permits a second life, he wish only to reunite with his master. Whether Sai has found the secret to flight, Hikaru is curious to know.
But Hikaru cannot fly.
He does not yet know how to glide. Left with but little option to claw as close to heaven as wingless creatures allow; he endures.
A second string of the upmost beauty form through his lips; reminiscence heavy between pauses. The words drench in expensive wines and adorn in His Majesty's finest silks.
"Colours are fragrant
But they fade away.
In this world of ours none lasts forever.
Today cross the high mountain of life's illusions,
And there will be no more shallow dreaming,
no more drunkeness." [4]
But Hikaru disagrees.
Hikaru must not allow an end.
Such in rain, he wishes not for gentle lavender to slip through his fingertips.
And so he downs a shot of sake.
---
[1] In Japan, the hydrangea macrophyllas, rich blue in colour, signal the coming of the rainy season.
[2] Compiled within The Dialogue Between Two Poormen, and written by Yamanoue no Okura during the Nara period (710-794). He was under the comission of the emperor, and became one of the first classical poets. The poem, was in the form of a choka; consisting of 5 to 7 syllable phrases and concluding in a 5-7-7 format. Poetry during the Nara period usually reflected criticism towards political issues and local bureaucrats.
The original poem's roumaji:
Yononaka wo
Ushi to yasashi to
Omoe domo
Tobitachi kanetsu
Tori ni shi arane ba.
[3] In Japanese culture, as noted in an extra chapter of Sai's past from Hikaru no Go, if a snowy owl appear after an individual has died, that person's soul will wander on Earth for 1000 years.
[4] Named Iroha, it is said to had been written during the Heian era (794-1179). This particular poem is famous amongst all Japanese, as being a perfect panagram of the Japanese language. By means, the Iroha contained each of the Japanese syllables/characters exactly once; and in ancient times, was used at a method of ordering the Japanese alphabet.
The original poem's roumaji:
Iro wa nioedo
Chirinuru o
Waga yo tare zo
Tsunenaran
Ui no okuyama
Kyoo koete
Asaki yume miji
Ei (=yoi) mo sezu.
Comments and constructive criticism are lovely and welcomed :)
I was almost afraid I wouldn't make this post, as I was downtown practically for the entire day. The above fic is an alternate universe though, of Hikaru existing as Sai's pupil during the Heian era. I guess I wanted to somehow incorporate some anicent Japanese culture while I had the chance (what with the AU-month at 31_days and all). Do tell me how it worked out, especially if there are any issues with the piece.