The Sons of a Battlecry -Part 2-
THE SONS OF A BATTLECRY
-Part 1- -Part 2-
A dying scream makes no sound
Calling out to all that I've ever known
He watches as the person in front of him tightens the grip on the gun, the eyes are cold, and there is not a slightest of hesitation in it as he pulls the trigger, the sound of the shot breaks the silence of the night on this rooftop, but barely drowns the voice of the buzzing city. He counts once, twice, three times, and the body looses its footing on the rail, and falls down the 90th storey building they are at now.
He does not know the man, nor did he cares, thus the lack of sympathy on the dead. Their eyes do meet halfway before the deceased falls though, and he can tell there is a trace of surprise in there at the way they widens in the split second the vision lands on him. He does not blame him in anyway.
It is not his fault, that he saw a doppelganger of his killer right before his fall.
The said killer turns, facing him now, hands in the coat pocket, the wind blows swiftly around them, occasionally howling to break the thick silence until a sound of a helicopter above them breaks it to pieces. A rope stair is been brought down, right at the person’s side, waiting for him to grab it and fled the scene.
He is ready to leave himself, the body turns towards the door when he heard him.
“Why are you here?”
He turns back, the person already have one hand on the rope, the eyes stares into his, locking their gaze together. Below them the city is alive, lights are blinding, people are whispering, shadows lurking, and everything is possible to happen. Still, it has nothing to do with him by all means; he is detached from it all, after all.
He does not belong here, no. Not in this time frame.
So the question does not catch him by surprise, rather, he sort of see it coming sooner or later. He smiles awkwardly at that, and the thought calms him a bit, maybe. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a brief second, and looks at the person again, this time while smiling sweetly.
“Nothing, it’s just that I’m here to kill you, Kui Xian.”
The left is mine, and the right is yours
The left is yours, and the right is mine
He wishes for his life to be his. He does not want any ties to anybody or anything in particular. He remembers their deal, and he knows this is risky with a big red capital letter, but, he is a firm believer of his life comes and ends with himself.
There is no concept of sharing in his book.
Logically, he will brush the offer off, holding himself true, and goes on, but he knows that it is impossible for him to do so. His body is failing, and as much as he wants to ignore it, he knows he needs an escape, and this opportunity might be his chance.
“You can see both the past and the future, and choose one that you want. You can even begin your life there, if you want, as a new person.”
Each word that falls in his ears is like gold; too sweet, too poisonous to believe.
“But, you have to give the current time, the present, to me.”
He cannot afford that, really.
Catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly
I cried the rain that fills the ocean wide
Nagasaki is a lively town, and he is glad that they manage to pull it together and reach the place. By that time the Dutch has start to enter Japan, and maintaining a diplomatic relationship between the two countries, and somehow this causes less people to go after them, be it the shinsengumi or assassins from the Shogun, to his relief.
Truth to be told, he does know why they are heading to Nagasaki, of all places. He asked Kyu-san about it and the person willingly tell him on it, to his surprise and now that they are here, he wonders what are going to happen from now on.
He knows he cannot stay, he cannot afford to, despite the person told him that he actually can back then, he does not trust that person, at all. He is not that gullible of a person. He did tell Kyu-san about him though, on who he is, why he is here, and all.
He watches Kyu-san talking to the shop owner, asking for directions, and somehow, it strikes him on how similar they are, Kyu-san and himself, like there is no difference at all in terms of appearance. Now that he think about it, that might also be the same reason why Kyu-san is open to him anyways. They are painfully similar after all.
He breathes in the cool air, and smiles, catching Kyu-san’s attention, which raises his eyebrows at that. In a split second, he can see katanas drawn out behind the person’s back and he lunges forward and there are the shrilling sounds of katanas clashing one another ringing in his ears.
He is back at the battlecry.
By the end of the day, they accomplish their mission and he is chatting with Kyu-san when suddenly the person turns and stares at him.
“It’s time to end it all, right?”
A hurricane, a hurricane
is sometimes the only thing that brings you back again
He comes prepared, he is facing a professional after all, but then, he is not that amateur either, he has his fair share too, so it does not bother him as much as he thought he will. He is not familiar with many things here, this is too different from his place after all, but somehow it does not give him too much of a culture shock. But then, to be present here is almost impossible in the first place so he just shrug the thought off.
The person, or rather, Kui Xian is still standing there, staring at him. He has no idea if this person knows what exactly is going on, but he cannot bother with it now. He slides his right leg backwards slowly, his eyes tracing each of his opponent’s movement.
“You know who I am?”
He nods at that, both on the job as a killer, heck, he just witness one before, and of him being the one living the future time frame. The Earth is too old here after all.
“I’m curious, if one of us happens to die here, will the other party disappear?”
He smirks at that. Of course, he knows better.
“No.”
Kui Xian takes out his pistol, aiming at him now.
“Great.”
He runs at the person with great speed of a samurai, holding a wakizashi, and the person shoots. Their aims hit home perfectly.
And there is blood pooling on their feet.
I hugged my dreams till I was awake, the world before me blurred
I say promises to myself, not believing that you don’t exist any more
Someplace in a distant of time, a monochrome world appears. And they are standing against each other again, like before. As if nothing happens, as if everything before this never happened at all. And it apparently puzzles the person, maybe, for he asks almost immediately.
“Why are you here?”
He smiles a bit, staring at his feet, almost imagining a wooden geta will appears again on both feet, and breathes, shaking his head. It is a nice dream, and it pains him to wake up from it, but this is his time, he belongs here, like it or not.
And he is not going to losing it, no.
He chooses the past before, so that he can become a caring person rather than a strong one. So he can understand what memories are. And he is glad he did. The choice teaches him on what is precious to a person, like how Murasaki Dojo is so important to Kyu-san; he travels all the way to Nagasaki to find the successor and begs him to open the dojo again, like how the previous owner asked him to not let it die before he leaves.
Kyu-san belongs to the dojo that he loves so much, and he is sure that the present time is where he belongs to. There is no other way. He might be able to find his new beginning there, but there will be something missing, and he cannot afford that.
“I’m breaking the deal off.”
The person smirks, arms across the chest.
“No way will that happen.”
He smiles, and the ground shakes a bit.
“You seem to forget something, this is my world. It exists because I’m here. The past and future worlds, they exist because of the doppelgangers, Kyu-san and another person I believe. ”
There is shock written all over the face, as the truth comes home.
“No, you can’t.”
He remembers the time at Nagasaki, and he clenched his fist hard.
“Yes, I can.”
We live a dying dream
If you know what I mean
He can feel his breath stricken at that. He knows what Kyu-san is going to say, he knows it all. In fact, he can see it coming. Still, to actually experience it and knowing it is two different thing altogether.
“Thank you for everything, Kyuhyun-san.”
He is overwhelmed by guilt at the thought, and he cringes a bit at that, and a hand reaches his shoulder, squeezes it for good measure. He can hear his heart breaking and he feels like he can cry, but no, he does not do so. He has to move on. That is the best and the only way left.
“Sayonara.”
Time will kiss the world goodbye
Falling down on all that I've ever known
The world is collapsing. The buildings, the streets, everything is. He smiles at that, knowing that his world probably is breaking apart too by now. He thinks of Fuji-san the mountain and wishes the white snow at the top of it will wash everything away properly.
He wants to say he is sorry, but there is no way he can. So he just stays silent like that, lies down and catches the person’s eyes in the midst of it all. He smiles at the person, and receives a small one in return. The person, apparently he knows, too. And the thought comforts him, maybe, even if just a little bit as the world falls down on them and calling out to all.
He closes his eyes, and exhales.
Someplace at a distant of time, a monochrome world dissipates, and the owner of the world loses his balance and falling down.
Shut it down, Shut it down
It's about to explode
He cracks an eye open, and is greeted by nothing but pure white. The curtains blows inward, softly like the calming wind from the open window. And each time, he can catch a glimpse of the blue sky; the sunlight feels warm on his stiff body. He takes a deep breath and sighs, he knows this place anywhere. The faint smell of aesthetics, the silent and cold demeanor of atmosphere hanging in the air, hospitals are never an interesting place to wake up to.
He closes his eyes, relaxing his somewhat stiff body, his mind wanders around the wide world. He dreams of him running down the park and goes to the beach, hanging around the town, and is present at everywhere his feet can bring him. Wherever it may be, he will not mind.
Because there are a lot of things offered to him in this world.
He opens his eyes again, and catches the sight of fresh flowers on the table by his side. He stares at it for a full minute and he find himself flustered at that. Slowly, he blinks his eyes, biting back tears that accumulate so suddenly from falling.
And just when he finally succeeds, the door opens slowly, revealing a male nurse who may look just slightly older than he is entering in. He can see the person’s eyes widen at the sight of him and the man runs out, dropping all the stuffs in his hand at the time and back with a doctor in less than a minute, which he finds kind of impressive, really.
On the day he leaves the hospital, he thanks the nurses, who always on his aid and the doctors with a smile, looking up ahead of him, the wind blows softly by his side and walks on, taking the surroundings.
He stops to watch the sunset, and he can feel his heart beats softly inside.
This kind of feeling that I want to forget, but can't, what do you call it?
My chest is a flutter, but this kind of feeling that is so nostalgic, what do you call it?
He barely reaches the end of the long path of a garden when somebody bumps into him, knocking both of them over and he hits his head on the ground, he can feel it spinning in an abnormal speed now. Then, suddenly, a hand reaches his shoulder, squeezes it for good measure, and he takes a good look at the person in front of him. He is sure he does not know the person, but somehow, there is something about him that feels somewhat familiar, but he cannot place it.
So he does the next best thing; he asks.
“Have we met somewhere before?”
-Part 1- -Part 2-
A dying scream makes no sound
Calling out to all that I've ever known
He watches as the person in front of him tightens the grip on the gun, the eyes are cold, and there is not a slightest of hesitation in it as he pulls the trigger, the sound of the shot breaks the silence of the night on this rooftop, but barely drowns the voice of the buzzing city. He counts once, twice, three times, and the body looses its footing on the rail, and falls down the 90th storey building they are at now.
He does not know the man, nor did he cares, thus the lack of sympathy on the dead. Their eyes do meet halfway before the deceased falls though, and he can tell there is a trace of surprise in there at the way they widens in the split second the vision lands on him. He does not blame him in anyway.
It is not his fault, that he saw a doppelganger of his killer right before his fall.
The said killer turns, facing him now, hands in the coat pocket, the wind blows swiftly around them, occasionally howling to break the thick silence until a sound of a helicopter above them breaks it to pieces. A rope stair is been brought down, right at the person’s side, waiting for him to grab it and fled the scene.
He is ready to leave himself, the body turns towards the door when he heard him.
“Why are you here?”
He turns back, the person already have one hand on the rope, the eyes stares into his, locking their gaze together. Below them the city is alive, lights are blinding, people are whispering, shadows lurking, and everything is possible to happen. Still, it has nothing to do with him by all means; he is detached from it all, after all.
He does not belong here, no. Not in this time frame.
So the question does not catch him by surprise, rather, he sort of see it coming sooner or later. He smiles awkwardly at that, and the thought calms him a bit, maybe. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a brief second, and looks at the person again, this time while smiling sweetly.
“Nothing, it’s just that I’m here to kill you, Kui Xian.”
The left is mine, and the right is yours
The left is yours, and the right is mine
He wishes for his life to be his. He does not want any ties to anybody or anything in particular. He remembers their deal, and he knows this is risky with a big red capital letter, but, he is a firm believer of his life comes and ends with himself.
There is no concept of sharing in his book.
Logically, he will brush the offer off, holding himself true, and goes on, but he knows that it is impossible for him to do so. His body is failing, and as much as he wants to ignore it, he knows he needs an escape, and this opportunity might be his chance.
“You can see both the past and the future, and choose one that you want. You can even begin your life there, if you want, as a new person.”
Each word that falls in his ears is like gold; too sweet, too poisonous to believe.
“But, you have to give the current time, the present, to me.”
He cannot afford that, really.
Catch the wheel that breaks the butterfly
I cried the rain that fills the ocean wide
Nagasaki is a lively town, and he is glad that they manage to pull it together and reach the place. By that time the Dutch has start to enter Japan, and maintaining a diplomatic relationship between the two countries, and somehow this causes less people to go after them, be it the shinsengumi or assassins from the Shogun, to his relief.
Truth to be told, he does know why they are heading to Nagasaki, of all places. He asked Kyu-san about it and the person willingly tell him on it, to his surprise and now that they are here, he wonders what are going to happen from now on.
He knows he cannot stay, he cannot afford to, despite the person told him that he actually can back then, he does not trust that person, at all. He is not that gullible of a person. He did tell Kyu-san about him though, on who he is, why he is here, and all.
He watches Kyu-san talking to the shop owner, asking for directions, and somehow, it strikes him on how similar they are, Kyu-san and himself, like there is no difference at all in terms of appearance. Now that he think about it, that might also be the same reason why Kyu-san is open to him anyways. They are painfully similar after all.
He breathes in the cool air, and smiles, catching Kyu-san’s attention, which raises his eyebrows at that. In a split second, he can see katanas drawn out behind the person’s back and he lunges forward and there are the shrilling sounds of katanas clashing one another ringing in his ears.
He is back at the battlecry.
By the end of the day, they accomplish their mission and he is chatting with Kyu-san when suddenly the person turns and stares at him.
“It’s time to end it all, right?”
A hurricane, a hurricane
is sometimes the only thing that brings you back again
He comes prepared, he is facing a professional after all, but then, he is not that amateur either, he has his fair share too, so it does not bother him as much as he thought he will. He is not familiar with many things here, this is too different from his place after all, but somehow it does not give him too much of a culture shock. But then, to be present here is almost impossible in the first place so he just shrug the thought off.
The person, or rather, Kui Xian is still standing there, staring at him. He has no idea if this person knows what exactly is going on, but he cannot bother with it now. He slides his right leg backwards slowly, his eyes tracing each of his opponent’s movement.
“You know who I am?”
He nods at that, both on the job as a killer, heck, he just witness one before, and of him being the one living the future time frame. The Earth is too old here after all.
“I’m curious, if one of us happens to die here, will the other party disappear?”
He smirks at that. Of course, he knows better.
“No.”
Kui Xian takes out his pistol, aiming at him now.
“Great.”
He runs at the person with great speed of a samurai, holding a wakizashi, and the person shoots. Their aims hit home perfectly.
And there is blood pooling on their feet.
I hugged my dreams till I was awake, the world before me blurred
I say promises to myself, not believing that you don’t exist any more
Someplace in a distant of time, a monochrome world appears. And they are standing against each other again, like before. As if nothing happens, as if everything before this never happened at all. And it apparently puzzles the person, maybe, for he asks almost immediately.
“Why are you here?”
He smiles a bit, staring at his feet, almost imagining a wooden geta will appears again on both feet, and breathes, shaking his head. It is a nice dream, and it pains him to wake up from it, but this is his time, he belongs here, like it or not.
And he is not going to losing it, no.
He chooses the past before, so that he can become a caring person rather than a strong one. So he can understand what memories are. And he is glad he did. The choice teaches him on what is precious to a person, like how Murasaki Dojo is so important to Kyu-san; he travels all the way to Nagasaki to find the successor and begs him to open the dojo again, like how the previous owner asked him to not let it die before he leaves.
Kyu-san belongs to the dojo that he loves so much, and he is sure that the present time is where he belongs to. There is no other way. He might be able to find his new beginning there, but there will be something missing, and he cannot afford that.
“I’m breaking the deal off.”
The person smirks, arms across the chest.
“No way will that happen.”
He smiles, and the ground shakes a bit.
“You seem to forget something, this is my world. It exists because I’m here. The past and future worlds, they exist because of the doppelgangers, Kyu-san and another person I believe. ”
There is shock written all over the face, as the truth comes home.
“No, you can’t.”
He remembers the time at Nagasaki, and he clenched his fist hard.
“Yes, I can.”
We live a dying dream
If you know what I mean
He can feel his breath stricken at that. He knows what Kyu-san is going to say, he knows it all. In fact, he can see it coming. Still, to actually experience it and knowing it is two different thing altogether.
“Thank you for everything, Kyuhyun-san.”
He is overwhelmed by guilt at the thought, and he cringes a bit at that, and a hand reaches his shoulder, squeezes it for good measure. He can hear his heart breaking and he feels like he can cry, but no, he does not do so. He has to move on. That is the best and the only way left.
“Sayonara.”
Time will kiss the world goodbye
Falling down on all that I've ever known
The world is collapsing. The buildings, the streets, everything is. He smiles at that, knowing that his world probably is breaking apart too by now. He thinks of Fuji-san the mountain and wishes the white snow at the top of it will wash everything away properly.
He wants to say he is sorry, but there is no way he can. So he just stays silent like that, lies down and catches the person’s eyes in the midst of it all. He smiles at the person, and receives a small one in return. The person, apparently he knows, too. And the thought comforts him, maybe, even if just a little bit as the world falls down on them and calling out to all.
He closes his eyes, and exhales.
Someplace at a distant of time, a monochrome world dissipates, and the owner of the world loses his balance and falling down.
Shut it down, Shut it down
It's about to explode
He cracks an eye open, and is greeted by nothing but pure white. The curtains blows inward, softly like the calming wind from the open window. And each time, he can catch a glimpse of the blue sky; the sunlight feels warm on his stiff body. He takes a deep breath and sighs, he knows this place anywhere. The faint smell of aesthetics, the silent and cold demeanor of atmosphere hanging in the air, hospitals are never an interesting place to wake up to.
He closes his eyes, relaxing his somewhat stiff body, his mind wanders around the wide world. He dreams of him running down the park and goes to the beach, hanging around the town, and is present at everywhere his feet can bring him. Wherever it may be, he will not mind.
Because there are a lot of things offered to him in this world.
He opens his eyes again, and catches the sight of fresh flowers on the table by his side. He stares at it for a full minute and he find himself flustered at that. Slowly, he blinks his eyes, biting back tears that accumulate so suddenly from falling.
And just when he finally succeeds, the door opens slowly, revealing a male nurse who may look just slightly older than he is entering in. He can see the person’s eyes widen at the sight of him and the man runs out, dropping all the stuffs in his hand at the time and back with a doctor in less than a minute, which he finds kind of impressive, really.
On the day he leaves the hospital, he thanks the nurses, who always on his aid and the doctors with a smile, looking up ahead of him, the wind blows softly by his side and walks on, taking the surroundings.
He stops to watch the sunset, and he can feel his heart beats softly inside.
This kind of feeling that I want to forget, but can't, what do you call it?
My chest is a flutter, but this kind of feeling that is so nostalgic, what do you call it?
He barely reaches the end of the long path of a garden when somebody bumps into him, knocking both of them over and he hits his head on the ground, he can feel it spinning in an abnormal speed now. Then, suddenly, a hand reaches his shoulder, squeezes it for good measure, and he takes a good look at the person in front of him. He is sure he does not know the person, but somehow, there is something about him that feels somewhat familiar, but he cannot place it.
So he does the next best thing; he asks.
“Have we met somewhere before?”