生成 (Namanari)
Prologue for Hannya. Writing Kyuhyun as a kyudo (Japanese archery) apprentice makes me hot. The thought of Kyuhyun wielding a bow and arrow makes me hot ahaha!
Written for kyulyn ♡ Thank you for the drabbles bb
生成 (Namanari) | R
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
A breeze drifted through the dojo, rustling the emerald grass and its wild flowers. The autumn sky was a beautiful shade of orange and purple, fading gradually from evening to night.
Kyuhyun’s black hakama ruffled in the gentle wind as he took three bold strides forward soundlessly to the front of the wooden platform. His movement was graceful and measured as he stood fast and stead, staring intently at the target; a single black point far across the vast field. An aura of silence and serenity surrounded Kyuhyun and his dark eyes narrowed with valor and fortitude.
His raised his bow above his head meticulously, drawing its taut string back with his fingers and the movement of his upper arm until it naturally brought his arrow leveled with his sight. He waited for several seconds, until he felt the spiritual complement to his draw. Then, he released his arrow; the string made a soft sound as it whipped against the air.
The arrow cut through the air swiftly and Kyuhyun’s lips quirked slightly in a dignified smirk when his arrow embedded dead center of the target.
As he raised his bow again, the loud hurried footsteps reverberated on the wooden floors of the vacant dojo. He turned around and all he saw was a brilliant smile seconds before he was toppled over by Ryeowook, his back knocking into the ground with a low thud. His bow and arrow clattered onto the floor and slid away.
Ryeowook straddled his hips and leaned over Kyuhyun with a broad grin. When Kyuhyun noticed how dangerously close their lips were, his breathing became unnaturally shallow and uneven.
“I knew I’d find you here,” Ryeowook said, frowning as he set his body upright over Kyuhyun. He was dressed lavishly in his Noh costume; vibrant coloured with patterns of flowers and auspicious symbols and Kyuhyun found him nothing but godly.
“The play is beginning soon and you’re still here practicing kyudo. I won't forgive you if you've forgotten that it’ll be my first time playing the lead role tonight,” Ryeowook said as he held the clay mask of his character to his face and tilted his head sideway, smiling charmingly at Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun smiled in return.
“I was about to go to the theatre in awhile but you came first,” Kyuhyun told him. He reached out to touch the delicate material of Ryeowook’s costume, mesmerized by it and the person wearing it. Ryeowook lifted an eyebrow of incredulity at Kyuhyun and all Kyuhyun wanted to do was press their lips together. He brushed his thumb over Ryeowook’s lips.
“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun whispered lowly and Ryeowook looked at him oddly. Ryeowook, I like you.
“Ryeowook!” Someone bellowed Ryeowook’s name all the sudden from the dojo entrance. The words echoed loudly and fiercely like thunder. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook turned to the door and saw Sungmin glowering at Ryeowook darkly. “The play is about to begin. You should be at the theater,” he said, angry eyes boring into Ryeowook's.
"We're actually about to leave for the theater, Min," Kyuhyun explained, smiling at Sungmin kindly. Sungmin looked at him momentarily but said nothing. Instead, he casted his fiery eyes back to Ryeowook.
"Come back to the theater now," he told Ryeowook harshly and left.
Ryeowook’s expression had turned listless. “I didn’t think he’d be this upset about me becoming the lead actor.”
Kyuhyun grasped his shoulder gently and gives Ryeowook a warm, heartening smile. “It’ll be alright,” he said and Ryeowook smiled brightly. Ryeowook had so foolishly believed him.
It’ll be alright.
Kyuhyun journeys down the familiar snowy path, feeling the strong sense of nostalgia as he thinks back his fondest memories of this place, and the most painful.
Overbearing guilt fills the confinements of Kyuhyun’s heart as he looks upon the crumbling Noh stage descending the snowy mountainside terrace. Its great wooden beams and faded pine-tree painting of the stage are black and charred; ruined by the fierce flames that have once consumed it in the past.
He continues down the crooked path until he sees a staggering timber building in front of him which has his confidence withering to nothing.
Several years ago, Kyuhyun had known this place fondly as the house of the Kim family. The lonely orphan bearing the name Cho Kyuhyun had once lived in this humble abode, raised with their the kindness and love after the death of his mother, a servant of the Kim family. He touches the aged wooden pillar of the entrance thoughtfully and wishes that he never had a reason to leave here in the beginning.
He breathes in the icy air deeply and makes his way apprehensively into its ancient hall. The familiar scent of wood and tea drifts through his senses, but there is nothing memorable of the unwelcoming coldness that hung in the stale air inside. This place has changed beyond his grasp; Kyuhyun senses it deep inside of him.
"Irrashaimase, Okyaku-sama," a soft voice greets him in the gloom. He sees somebody kneeling at the entrance, bowing low that his forehead touches the floor. The servant lifts his head and Kyuhyun's breath is knocked out at his unchanging smile.
"Ryeowook," Kyuhyun falters, his body trembles lightly as he drops his bags to the floor. Ryeowook is barely the boy Kyuhyun knew before, he is different. His skin is replaced with milky whiteness that contrast sharply with the deep purple colour of his kimono and his brown eyes have become more sensual and alluring. Kyuhyun finds his fascination for the other rekindling all over again.
Something changes inside Ryeowook’s placid eyes when he makes out Kyuhyun’s face in the darkened space, his peering eyes grow large. The colour drains away from his face and he clasps his hand over his gaping mouth.
“What are you doing, Kyu?” a voice resounds from Kyuhyun and Sungmin walks in after him. Ryeowook looks at him, eyes widening some more. Sungmin stares at him wordlessly, his dark eyes are more venomous that ever.
“Kyu, Min-” Ryeowook struggles for breath. “The both of you should be dead.”
* * *
① The Noh mask Namanari portrays an apparition of a living woman filled with anger and grudge after being deserted by her lover. It has small horns on the head and widely cloven mouth, and may be considered as a preliminary stage of becoming a demon, which is depicted by Hannya.
② Kyudo (way of the bow) is the Japanese art of archery. As the standard practice uniform, men wear a black hakama (loose pleated bottoms worn by fastening the sash around the waist) with a short kimono. The dojo is a training facility specifically for martial arts training.
③ Shite or shitekata is the word for the ‘lead actor' in Noh. In Noh plays, the Shite also fulfils the role of a stage director, and the other performers on stage take cues from the performance of the Shite.
④ Irrashaimase, Okyaku-sama translates as 'Welcome, guest'
Written for kyulyn ♡ Thank you for the drabbles bb
生成 (Namanari) | R
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
A breeze drifted through the dojo, rustling the emerald grass and its wild flowers. The autumn sky was a beautiful shade of orange and purple, fading gradually from evening to night.
Kyuhyun’s black hakama ruffled in the gentle wind as he took three bold strides forward soundlessly to the front of the wooden platform. His movement was graceful and measured as he stood fast and stead, staring intently at the target; a single black point far across the vast field. An aura of silence and serenity surrounded Kyuhyun and his dark eyes narrowed with valor and fortitude.
His raised his bow above his head meticulously, drawing its taut string back with his fingers and the movement of his upper arm until it naturally brought his arrow leveled with his sight. He waited for several seconds, until he felt the spiritual complement to his draw. Then, he released his arrow; the string made a soft sound as it whipped against the air.
The arrow cut through the air swiftly and Kyuhyun’s lips quirked slightly in a dignified smirk when his arrow embedded dead center of the target.
As he raised his bow again, the loud hurried footsteps reverberated on the wooden floors of the vacant dojo. He turned around and all he saw was a brilliant smile seconds before he was toppled over by Ryeowook, his back knocking into the ground with a low thud. His bow and arrow clattered onto the floor and slid away.
Ryeowook straddled his hips and leaned over Kyuhyun with a broad grin. When Kyuhyun noticed how dangerously close their lips were, his breathing became unnaturally shallow and uneven.
“I knew I’d find you here,” Ryeowook said, frowning as he set his body upright over Kyuhyun. He was dressed lavishly in his Noh costume; vibrant coloured with patterns of flowers and auspicious symbols and Kyuhyun found him nothing but godly.
“The play is beginning soon and you’re still here practicing kyudo. I won't forgive you if you've forgotten that it’ll be my first time playing the lead role tonight,” Ryeowook said as he held the clay mask of his character to his face and tilted his head sideway, smiling charmingly at Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun smiled in return.
“I was about to go to the theatre in awhile but you came first,” Kyuhyun told him. He reached out to touch the delicate material of Ryeowook’s costume, mesmerized by it and the person wearing it. Ryeowook lifted an eyebrow of incredulity at Kyuhyun and all Kyuhyun wanted to do was press their lips together. He brushed his thumb over Ryeowook’s lips.
“Ryeowook,” Kyuhyun whispered lowly and Ryeowook looked at him oddly. Ryeowook, I like you.
“Ryeowook!” Someone bellowed Ryeowook’s name all the sudden from the dojo entrance. The words echoed loudly and fiercely like thunder. Kyuhyun and Ryeowook turned to the door and saw Sungmin glowering at Ryeowook darkly. “The play is about to begin. You should be at the theater,” he said, angry eyes boring into Ryeowook's.
"We're actually about to leave for the theater, Min," Kyuhyun explained, smiling at Sungmin kindly. Sungmin looked at him momentarily but said nothing. Instead, he casted his fiery eyes back to Ryeowook.
"Come back to the theater now," he told Ryeowook harshly and left.
Ryeowook’s expression had turned listless. “I didn’t think he’d be this upset about me becoming the lead actor.”
Kyuhyun grasped his shoulder gently and gives Ryeowook a warm, heartening smile. “It’ll be alright,” he said and Ryeowook smiled brightly. Ryeowook had so foolishly believed him.
It’ll be alright.
Kyuhyun journeys down the familiar snowy path, feeling the strong sense of nostalgia as he thinks back his fondest memories of this place, and the most painful.
Overbearing guilt fills the confinements of Kyuhyun’s heart as he looks upon the crumbling Noh stage descending the snowy mountainside terrace. Its great wooden beams and faded pine-tree painting of the stage are black and charred; ruined by the fierce flames that have once consumed it in the past.
He continues down the crooked path until he sees a staggering timber building in front of him which has his confidence withering to nothing.
Several years ago, Kyuhyun had known this place fondly as the house of the Kim family. The lonely orphan bearing the name Cho Kyuhyun had once lived in this humble abode, raised with their the kindness and love after the death of his mother, a servant of the Kim family. He touches the aged wooden pillar of the entrance thoughtfully and wishes that he never had a reason to leave here in the beginning.
He breathes in the icy air deeply and makes his way apprehensively into its ancient hall. The familiar scent of wood and tea drifts through his senses, but there is nothing memorable of the unwelcoming coldness that hung in the stale air inside. This place has changed beyond his grasp; Kyuhyun senses it deep inside of him.
"Irrashaimase, Okyaku-sama," a soft voice greets him in the gloom. He sees somebody kneeling at the entrance, bowing low that his forehead touches the floor. The servant lifts his head and Kyuhyun's breath is knocked out at his unchanging smile.
"Ryeowook," Kyuhyun falters, his body trembles lightly as he drops his bags to the floor. Ryeowook is barely the boy Kyuhyun knew before, he is different. His skin is replaced with milky whiteness that contrast sharply with the deep purple colour of his kimono and his brown eyes have become more sensual and alluring. Kyuhyun finds his fascination for the other rekindling all over again.
Something changes inside Ryeowook’s placid eyes when he makes out Kyuhyun’s face in the darkened space, his peering eyes grow large. The colour drains away from his face and he clasps his hand over his gaping mouth.
“What are you doing, Kyu?” a voice resounds from Kyuhyun and Sungmin walks in after him. Ryeowook looks at him, eyes widening some more. Sungmin stares at him wordlessly, his dark eyes are more venomous that ever.
“Kyu, Min-” Ryeowook struggles for breath. “The both of you should be dead.”
* * *
① The Noh mask Namanari portrays an apparition of a living woman filled with anger and grudge after being deserted by her lover. It has small horns on the head and widely cloven mouth, and may be considered as a preliminary stage of becoming a demon, which is depicted by Hannya.
② Kyudo (way of the bow) is the Japanese art of archery. As the standard practice uniform, men wear a black hakama (loose pleated bottoms worn by fastening the sash around the waist) with a short kimono. The dojo is a training facility specifically for martial arts training.
③ Shite or shitekata is the word for the ‘lead actor' in Noh. In Noh plays, the Shite also fulfils the role of a stage director, and the other performers on stage take cues from the performance of the Shite.
④ Irrashaimase, Okyaku-sama translates as 'Welcome, guest'