Many things happened in 1999...
Aeon: o/
WRITE ME FIC
me: eeeeh?
Aeon: ... I dunno.
me: ...
mebbe
what of
Aeon: ... UH
ONE OF MINE ONE OF YOURS
When Sano Yasuyoshi was a kid (because he was a kid then, not even in his teens), he had been on a trip with his father. It was 1999, the year of earthquakes that shook Japan down to its core, particularly in Tokyo where many of the city's most important landmarks seemed to be falling one after another. Which was why the child didn't understand at all why they'd be going there when everyone else wanted to flee. Thankfully, nothing happened that weekend; four days later after they had gone home, the Shinjuku high rises had fallen in another quake, taking down the hotel they'd stayed at. Despite the close call, he held relatively fond memories of the short trip. His father had been exceedingly busy and had left Sano pretty much alone to entertain himself. He remembered wandering through the shops, looking through the different stores, finding all sorts of fun ideas for clothing combinations he hadn't considered before.
His favourite memory of that all too-brief trip was when he was enjoying a crepe on the roof of some department store (he'd ignored the DO NOT ENTER sign). He stared out over the Tokyo skyline--it was quiet that high up, where even the ever-present sounds of traffic were faint, and he could feel the breeze. What would it be like to fall, he wondered, and the have the ability to catch himself along those faint ridges of the buildings that were clearly made for that? To move with the wind. The sound of a footstep behind him; he turned, eyes widening. It was a boy, barely older than him if at all, landing on the roof and taking off again in the next two steps. Behind him, Sano could see the silhouettes of three more people against the sky as they bound across the rooftops. A startled look met his, a surprised expression flitting across the boy's face, and then he was gone.
The earthquakes got worse and worse-- Sano remembered seeing reports about it on the news constantly as Shinjuku fell, then the Yamanote Line, Rainbow Bridge... Or was it Rainbow Bridge before the Yamanote Line? By then, there was so much death, destruction, and fear in the air it was hard to remember the exact order. Tokyo was completely evacuated.
Sometimes, as Sano Yas--no, as Aeon Clock ran through the city, falling and sweeping between skyscrapers, he wondered if that was what the boy he'd seen felt like. Sometimes, he even wondered if it was just his imagination and the lazy afternoon sun that had caused a hallucination. As he grew older, it got harder and harder to remember what the boy looked like, but the memory of those eyes stayed sharp and clear. That flicker of honest surprise that shot through a heavy shroud of sadness. So it was startling when (as he remained trapped in the zombie summer camp from hell) he commented on the kid tugging self-consciously at the elaborate kimono camp had forced him into, and it was the same wide-eyed, startled expression that turned to face him.
WRITE ME FIC
me: eeeeh?
Aeon: ... I dunno.
me: ...
mebbe
what of
Aeon: ... UH
ONE OF MINE ONE OF YOURS
When Sano Yasuyoshi was a kid (because he was a kid then, not even in his teens), he had been on a trip with his father. It was 1999, the year of earthquakes that shook Japan down to its core, particularly in Tokyo where many of the city's most important landmarks seemed to be falling one after another. Which was why the child didn't understand at all why they'd be going there when everyone else wanted to flee. Thankfully, nothing happened that weekend; four days later after they had gone home, the Shinjuku high rises had fallen in another quake, taking down the hotel they'd stayed at. Despite the close call, he held relatively fond memories of the short trip. His father had been exceedingly busy and had left Sano pretty much alone to entertain himself. He remembered wandering through the shops, looking through the different stores, finding all sorts of fun ideas for clothing combinations he hadn't considered before.
His favourite memory of that all too-brief trip was when he was enjoying a crepe on the roof of some department store (he'd ignored the DO NOT ENTER sign). He stared out over the Tokyo skyline--it was quiet that high up, where even the ever-present sounds of traffic were faint, and he could feel the breeze. What would it be like to fall, he wondered, and the have the ability to catch himself along those faint ridges of the buildings that were clearly made for that? To move with the wind. The sound of a footstep behind him; he turned, eyes widening. It was a boy, barely older than him if at all, landing on the roof and taking off again in the next two steps. Behind him, Sano could see the silhouettes of three more people against the sky as they bound across the rooftops. A startled look met his, a surprised expression flitting across the boy's face, and then he was gone.
The earthquakes got worse and worse-- Sano remembered seeing reports about it on the news constantly as Shinjuku fell, then the Yamanote Line, Rainbow Bridge... Or was it Rainbow Bridge before the Yamanote Line? By then, there was so much death, destruction, and fear in the air it was hard to remember the exact order. Tokyo was completely evacuated.
Sometimes, as Sano Yas--no, as Aeon Clock ran through the city, falling and sweeping between skyscrapers, he wondered if that was what the boy he'd seen felt like. Sometimes, he even wondered if it was just his imagination and the lazy afternoon sun that had caused a hallucination. As he grew older, it got harder and harder to remember what the boy looked like, but the memory of those eyes stayed sharp and clear. That flicker of honest surprise that shot through a heavy shroud of sadness. So it was startling when (as he remained trapped in the zombie summer camp from hell) he commented on the kid tugging self-consciously at the elaborate kimono camp had forced him into, and it was the same wide-eyed, startled expression that turned to face him.