[Team 2] waiting room
Fire.
It feels like fire. A fire burning somewhere.
Masaki doesn't know where-he doesn't know anything, stuck in this white nothingness-but he can tell. He can feel the heat, ripping, tearing through his body, the body he doesn't have. It sears him in one hundred eight places on his body, seeping through his skin into his muscles and his bloodstream until he's burning from the inside out.
A sudden jolt, and Masaki falls unconscious.
*
When Masaki comes to, there's a pair of black eyes peering inquisitively at him.
"Are you alright?"
Masaki's eyes shift down to the lips that uttered the words, then up again to the person's straight black hair and brows crinkled in concern.
"Who..." Masaki tries to say, but it takes a couple of tries before he can get his voice to work. "Who..?"
"My name is Kuraki," the person says with a gentle smile. "Kuraki Yoichiro. Who are you?"
"Who am I?" repeats Masaki. "I don't know. Where is this?"
Kuraki appears to be at a loss for a clear answer. "This is like, a waiting room of sorts, I suppose," he says, making vague gestures with his hands as if that would help him explain more clearly. "Somewhere for your soul to wait before your body's next reincarnation."
"I don't understand..."
Before answering, Kuraki extends a hand to help Masaki up. Masaki takes a moment to wiggle his fingers and toes, and rotate his arms and legs, making sure all of his body parts are in working order. He can't remember a thing about what's happened to him, but somehow it feels important to check that he's all in working condition.
"Oh, can you still feel your body?" Kuraki asks, looking interested. "Did you just die, or did you not believe in cremation?"
"What?"
"Ah, I got ahead of myself, sorry. You see, for every living creature, there's a body and a soul. Our souls are persistent, but our bodies go through different reincarnations when we die. But we can't have a new body until the old ones are gone, so we wait here until our bodies on earth get cremated or decayed."
They've been strolling around a little as they talk, so that Masaki can take a look around at the place. There isn't much. Everything is a hazy, dreamy, clean sort of color, like how Masaki might've imagined the inside of a cloud would look like when he'd been alive on earth, only of course the ground is solid beneath their feet. There are silver pools that look like mirrors scattered about on the ground, and it's beside one of these that Kuraki pauses now.
"I'm here because they can't identify my body, down on earth." He points down at their feet, and Masaki realizes that the mirror-like pools are actually scries. He can see Kuraki's body laid out in what's clearly a pauper's coffin, in a nondescript little funeral home. There are two heads bent over the coffin, and Kuraki smiles a little as he watches their movement. "I think it won't be long until they figure out who I am," he says, "they've been at it for a few days already."
"Congratulations?" Masaki offers, unsure just what the protocol is here.
Kuraki smiles a little. "Thanks, I think. I was pretty bored here, but it seems like things are about to get interesting, since you fell out of nowhere. I'll totally be disappointed if I get reincarnated before we figure out who you are." Then he flashes Masaki a bigger grin. "Come on, let's look into the other scries and see if we can find your body!"
~
So that was Fujigaya in Shinikare and Tamamori in Ending Planner. 108 places on his body = it takes 108 needles to acupuncture Masaki into a zombie.
Yep. I don't know what this is either.
It feels like fire. A fire burning somewhere.
Masaki doesn't know where-he doesn't know anything, stuck in this white nothingness-but he can tell. He can feel the heat, ripping, tearing through his body, the body he doesn't have. It sears him in one hundred eight places on his body, seeping through his skin into his muscles and his bloodstream until he's burning from the inside out.
A sudden jolt, and Masaki falls unconscious.
*
When Masaki comes to, there's a pair of black eyes peering inquisitively at him.
"Are you alright?"
Masaki's eyes shift down to the lips that uttered the words, then up again to the person's straight black hair and brows crinkled in concern.
"Who..." Masaki tries to say, but it takes a couple of tries before he can get his voice to work. "Who..?"
"My name is Kuraki," the person says with a gentle smile. "Kuraki Yoichiro. Who are you?"
"Who am I?" repeats Masaki. "I don't know. Where is this?"
Kuraki appears to be at a loss for a clear answer. "This is like, a waiting room of sorts, I suppose," he says, making vague gestures with his hands as if that would help him explain more clearly. "Somewhere for your soul to wait before your body's next reincarnation."
"I don't understand..."
Before answering, Kuraki extends a hand to help Masaki up. Masaki takes a moment to wiggle his fingers and toes, and rotate his arms and legs, making sure all of his body parts are in working order. He can't remember a thing about what's happened to him, but somehow it feels important to check that he's all in working condition.
"Oh, can you still feel your body?" Kuraki asks, looking interested. "Did you just die, or did you not believe in cremation?"
"What?"
"Ah, I got ahead of myself, sorry. You see, for every living creature, there's a body and a soul. Our souls are persistent, but our bodies go through different reincarnations when we die. But we can't have a new body until the old ones are gone, so we wait here until our bodies on earth get cremated or decayed."
They've been strolling around a little as they talk, so that Masaki can take a look around at the place. There isn't much. Everything is a hazy, dreamy, clean sort of color, like how Masaki might've imagined the inside of a cloud would look like when he'd been alive on earth, only of course the ground is solid beneath their feet. There are silver pools that look like mirrors scattered about on the ground, and it's beside one of these that Kuraki pauses now.
"I'm here because they can't identify my body, down on earth." He points down at their feet, and Masaki realizes that the mirror-like pools are actually scries. He can see Kuraki's body laid out in what's clearly a pauper's coffin, in a nondescript little funeral home. There are two heads bent over the coffin, and Kuraki smiles a little as he watches their movement. "I think it won't be long until they figure out who I am," he says, "they've been at it for a few days already."
"Congratulations?" Masaki offers, unsure just what the protocol is here.
Kuraki smiles a little. "Thanks, I think. I was pretty bored here, but it seems like things are about to get interesting, since you fell out of nowhere. I'll totally be disappointed if I get reincarnated before we figure out who you are." Then he flashes Masaki a bigger grin. "Come on, let's look into the other scries and see if we can find your body!"
~
So that was Fujigaya in Shinikare and Tamamori in Ending Planner. 108 places on his body = it takes 108 needles to acupuncture Masaki into a zombie.
Yep. I don't know what this is either.