Inome
December 15th, 2005, 08:43 PM
Prologue
Love is but hate that is unseen. Or so, that is what I was taught. Love is but hate that is unseen. At the time, it sounded unbelievable. But after experiencing the true emotion, I learned that it was true. Love is a non-existent emotion that human beings created due to their loneliness in life. If you truly love someone, it is not because you deeply care about them. It is because you feel alone in this world, trapped in a swirling abyss of your own hatred. This is how I felt when I came to the tiny village of Citiden, but it was unknown to me.
I had lived most of my life as an unloved, unseen outcast. No one cared for me, nor wanted to. I had no friends, no family. No one to love. I felt alone. Broken inside whenever I saw couples walking hand in hand, knowing I could never experience the joys of a person to love me, or for me to love them back. To dream of a happy little home with children playing in the yard, and the dinner I made for them slowly cooking on the fire. To dream of a family.
That first day in town, I saw many families, many childhood romances that would never last. But I never expected them. I never expected to see the ten people that would take me in and understand me. I saw them all, laughing, having fun. I didn’t know that by the time three days passed, I would be laughing and enjoying the same luxuries as a normal being. How could I see that future when my past and present were filled with so much hate? As I sighed and approached what I thought to be an inn, I tried not to think of my past, but to think of what I could make of my future.
*CAUTION* This chapter contains material that I have rated PG-13 to R.
Day 1
A young boy of no more than 10 approached me curiously. His mother stood nearby, paying the innkeeper for the nights she was to stay. As he tugged on my pale purple robes, I smiled to myself.
“Why are you dressed so funny, lady? Are you a witch?” he said. The smile dissolved from my face instantly, to be replaced with a frown that I had worn many times before. I struggled to bring back the smile, and looked down at him.
“No, little boy. I’m a....” I glanced up at his mother, and saw that she was staring at me intently.
“Fairy!” I tickled the boy, and the mother smiled.
“Come, Devin. Father will be waiting outside.” She said, grabbing his hand.
“No!” the child protested. “I want to stay with Ms. Fairy Lady!” I smiled. It had been the first time someone wanted to stay near me.
“We’ll come back later. We’re just going into town to buy you some clothes.” Devin pouted.
“Fine. Bye Mrs. Fairy Lady!” I grinned and waved to him as his mother dragged him outside. I turned around to the innkeeper, who was waiting patiently.
“Sorry. I just....”
“I understand. ‘E is a little kid, after all.” The innkeeper said. I held out my handful of bronze coins, and he took them.
“A’ight, I’ll have me son take your bags to your room. GRAHAM! When ‘e comes, follow ‘im.” A boy around my age came swinging around the corner, dressed in grayish rags.
“Yes, Sir?” the boy saw me and stared. He muttered something, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
“What was ‘at?” the innkeeper boomed. Graham shook his head.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” As I looked over the blonde haired boy, I realized he had it almost as bad as I myself did. He had a family, though, so I felt little pity for him.
“Well, take...er, what’s yer name?” the innkeeper asked.
“My name is...Inome. Inome Kurosawa.” I said. The man grunted in reply.
“Take Ms. Kurosawa’s bags upstairs, Graham.” The boy nodded, and walked over to me.
“Your bags, please?” he stared into my green eyes, and I stared into his hazel ones. For a moment, we stood. Until the innkeeper began to tap his fingers did I hand him my small bag.
“F-follow me.” He stuttered. I nodded and followed him back from whence he came, and down a long and narrow hall. He led me up a flight of stairs, then down another hallway. He finally stopped at a door numbered 13, and took a ring of 13 keys off his belt.
“We only have thirteen rooms, and the other ones are occupied. This one group came in the other day...ten people, all wanted different rooms.” We stood in silence, as I thought about what his life was like.
“Is your life....difficult?” I asked.
“Aw, a few little chores isn’t that bad.” He said.
“You understand what I mean.” The boy dropped my bag, spun around and pulled me to him. I stood there, in his arms, shocked. I thought, Is this how it feels? To be held in the arms of a man? and Why is this stranger holding me? at the same time.
“You...you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.” He said. I looked up at him, puzzled.
“Who....who are you?” I asked him. He looked down at me, an expression of equal puzzlement on his face.
“Don’t you...remember?” he let go of me. I backed away.
“Remember...what?” I prepared to defend myself if needed. Something wasn’t right.
“The...the fire....your parents....mine...” he stuttered.
“What are you talking about? You’re father is downstairs.” I avoided mentioning the parents I never had.
“I...I always knew you’d come back. Back when we were only 12....4 years ago. The Priestess of Hell, they called her, came through. She burnt down everything. Our houses...but us, we were out playing in the brook. You fell...hit your head off a rock, hard. I remember...you floating down the stream, blood trailing after you....Inome...” he approached me again.
“Stop! Stop it!” I yelled. He frowned.
“Don’t you remember? I loved you, Inome....” he still inched toward me.
“Help! Help me!” I expected to hear the innkeeper rushing up the stairs, but heard nothing. Graham came closer and closer, until he was pressing me up against the wall. I could feel his hot breathe on my face, and soon felt his hands rubbing my waist. I screamed, screamed for it to stop. I fainted soon, but before everything faded away, I felt a great gust of wind. Then everything went black.
Love is but hate that is unseen. Or so, that is what I was taught. Love is but hate that is unseen. At the time, it sounded unbelievable. But after experiencing the true emotion, I learned that it was true. Love is a non-existent emotion that human beings created due to their loneliness in life. If you truly love someone, it is not because you deeply care about them. It is because you feel alone in this world, trapped in a swirling abyss of your own hatred. This is how I felt when I came to the tiny village of Citiden, but it was unknown to me.
I had lived most of my life as an unloved, unseen outcast. No one cared for me, nor wanted to. I had no friends, no family. No one to love. I felt alone. Broken inside whenever I saw couples walking hand in hand, knowing I could never experience the joys of a person to love me, or for me to love them back. To dream of a happy little home with children playing in the yard, and the dinner I made for them slowly cooking on the fire. To dream of a family.
That first day in town, I saw many families, many childhood romances that would never last. But I never expected them. I never expected to see the ten people that would take me in and understand me. I saw them all, laughing, having fun. I didn’t know that by the time three days passed, I would be laughing and enjoying the same luxuries as a normal being. How could I see that future when my past and present were filled with so much hate? As I sighed and approached what I thought to be an inn, I tried not to think of my past, but to think of what I could make of my future.
*CAUTION* This chapter contains material that I have rated PG-13 to R.
Day 1
A young boy of no more than 10 approached me curiously. His mother stood nearby, paying the innkeeper for the nights she was to stay. As he tugged on my pale purple robes, I smiled to myself.
“Why are you dressed so funny, lady? Are you a witch?” he said. The smile dissolved from my face instantly, to be replaced with a frown that I had worn many times before. I struggled to bring back the smile, and looked down at him.
“No, little boy. I’m a....” I glanced up at his mother, and saw that she was staring at me intently.
“Fairy!” I tickled the boy, and the mother smiled.
“Come, Devin. Father will be waiting outside.” She said, grabbing his hand.
“No!” the child protested. “I want to stay with Ms. Fairy Lady!” I smiled. It had been the first time someone wanted to stay near me.
“We’ll come back later. We’re just going into town to buy you some clothes.” Devin pouted.
“Fine. Bye Mrs. Fairy Lady!” I grinned and waved to him as his mother dragged him outside. I turned around to the innkeeper, who was waiting patiently.
“Sorry. I just....”
“I understand. ‘E is a little kid, after all.” The innkeeper said. I held out my handful of bronze coins, and he took them.
“A’ight, I’ll have me son take your bags to your room. GRAHAM! When ‘e comes, follow ‘im.” A boy around my age came swinging around the corner, dressed in grayish rags.
“Yes, Sir?” the boy saw me and stared. He muttered something, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
“What was ‘at?” the innkeeper boomed. Graham shook his head.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” As I looked over the blonde haired boy, I realized he had it almost as bad as I myself did. He had a family, though, so I felt little pity for him.
“Well, take...er, what’s yer name?” the innkeeper asked.
“My name is...Inome. Inome Kurosawa.” I said. The man grunted in reply.
“Take Ms. Kurosawa’s bags upstairs, Graham.” The boy nodded, and walked over to me.
“Your bags, please?” he stared into my green eyes, and I stared into his hazel ones. For a moment, we stood. Until the innkeeper began to tap his fingers did I hand him my small bag.
“F-follow me.” He stuttered. I nodded and followed him back from whence he came, and down a long and narrow hall. He led me up a flight of stairs, then down another hallway. He finally stopped at a door numbered 13, and took a ring of 13 keys off his belt.
“We only have thirteen rooms, and the other ones are occupied. This one group came in the other day...ten people, all wanted different rooms.” We stood in silence, as I thought about what his life was like.
“Is your life....difficult?” I asked.
“Aw, a few little chores isn’t that bad.” He said.
“You understand what I mean.” The boy dropped my bag, spun around and pulled me to him. I stood there, in his arms, shocked. I thought, Is this how it feels? To be held in the arms of a man? and Why is this stranger holding me? at the same time.
“You...you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.” He said. I looked up at him, puzzled.
“Who....who are you?” I asked him. He looked down at me, an expression of equal puzzlement on his face.
“Don’t you...remember?” he let go of me. I backed away.
“Remember...what?” I prepared to defend myself if needed. Something wasn’t right.
“The...the fire....your parents....mine...” he stuttered.
“What are you talking about? You’re father is downstairs.” I avoided mentioning the parents I never had.
“I...I always knew you’d come back. Back when we were only 12....4 years ago. The Priestess of Hell, they called her, came through. She burnt down everything. Our houses...but us, we were out playing in the brook. You fell...hit your head off a rock, hard. I remember...you floating down the stream, blood trailing after you....Inome...” he approached me again.
“Stop! Stop it!” I yelled. He frowned.
“Don’t you remember? I loved you, Inome....” he still inched toward me.
“Help! Help me!” I expected to hear the innkeeper rushing up the stairs, but heard nothing. Graham came closer and closer, until he was pressing me up against the wall. I could feel his hot breathe on my face, and soon felt his hands rubbing my waist. I screamed, screamed for it to stop. I fainted soon, but before everything faded away, I felt a great gust of wind. Then everything went black.