Dream #3
Smoke's New Birth Dream
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She raised his own weapon high above her head, cackling madly. He couldn't see her face, but he could hear the menace in her voice. "It's a sin you know... to have that red hair and eyes... yes, it's a sin... you're no child of mine... not mine... NOT MINE!"
He scuttled backwards on his butt until his back hit the wall, his eyes wide as he stared up at her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. As terrified as he was, she commanded his attention.
"Please... Kaasan..." It was like there was an echo in the room, and he looked to his right.
It was his own self, as a child, seemingly unaware that his adult self was in the room with him. That's when he remembered - from so long ago, he had known this. Before he knew her voice, and before he knew his name, and before he knew what he was.
Before 'Smoke' came this dream-that-wasn't-a-dream.
She swung the shakujo down and he knew what was coming. He instinctively closed his eyes.
"YOU! The hot tempered one! Let me use you!"
It wasn't his mother's voice - it was a... feminine... ish... deep voice. He couldn't speak at all as he felt a pair of lips pressed to his. They were soft, warm, and moist - like they'd never once known winter's frost or old age.
The room grew tighter and tighter around him - he could tell because the air was suffocating him. He tried to squirm and stand, but he couldn't. No part of his body responded any more, not even his eyelids. He was trapped in a fetal position.
What the hell did she do to me?!?!
"If you are pissed, try to live on with your own power... Boya~"
If there was anything that got him going more than a good roll in the hay, it was a challenge.
I'll show you hot-tempered!
And with that he ripped his way out...
Note: Inspired by this part of the manga, and the awesomeness that is Kanzeon Bosatsu
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She raised his own weapon high above her head, cackling madly. He couldn't see her face, but he could hear the menace in her voice. "It's a sin you know... to have that red hair and eyes... yes, it's a sin... you're no child of mine... not mine... NOT MINE!"
He scuttled backwards on his butt until his back hit the wall, his eyes wide as he stared up at her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. As terrified as he was, she commanded his attention.
"Please... Kaasan..." It was like there was an echo in the room, and he looked to his right.
It was his own self, as a child, seemingly unaware that his adult self was in the room with him. That's when he remembered - from so long ago, he had known this. Before he knew her voice, and before he knew his name, and before he knew what he was.
Before 'Smoke' came this dream-that-wasn't-a-dream.
She swung the shakujo down and he knew what was coming. He instinctively closed his eyes.
"YOU! The hot tempered one! Let me use you!"
It wasn't his mother's voice - it was a... feminine... ish... deep voice. He couldn't speak at all as he felt a pair of lips pressed to his. They were soft, warm, and moist - like they'd never once known winter's frost or old age.
The room grew tighter and tighter around him - he could tell because the air was suffocating him. He tried to squirm and stand, but he couldn't. No part of his body responded any more, not even his eyelids. He was trapped in a fetal position.
What the hell did she do to me?!?!
"If you are pissed, try to live on with your own power... Boya~"
If there was anything that got him going more than a good roll in the hay, it was a challenge.
I'll show you hot-tempered!
And with that he ripped his way out...
Note: Inspired by this part of the manga, and the awesomeness that is Kanzeon Bosatsu