My studies have just ended. Today was more arithmetic. It is a wonder how much math one must know to survive when owning something. I do not know how my ba could look at so many numbers. As I think I walk to the center of the village. I am heading to the shop of the seamstress to buy the next gift for Io. I hope that she likes the book I got her. It is my favorite out of all that I have read. When I read that book, I am reminded that the mind moves. One must not only put stock in material things because once they are gone, they are left with only loss and decline. If they learn to put stock in the experiences with family and friends, then one will only know enlightenment. I chose it as a way to show Io that I am more than just the station I hold because of my father’s gain. To show her that I hold more stock in such things as us. I hope she gets the message. When I reach the shop, I pause in the entry. Qunzi is tending to another woman from the village. I silently wait b
Two days’ time has once more passed. I arrived home a little after midday from my work and am looking to pass the time. I decide to pick up the book Draco has gotten me and begin to read where I left off. When I hear noise, I am jerked out of my sleep. I had closed my eyes for but a moment after finishing this emotional tale. I get up from my kang and discover that my father is in the kitchen making dinner. I had slept through him coming in from work. As I watch him heat up the fish and rice I think about Draco’s book. I feel like there was another message for me there in the story. I just cannot quite put my finger on it. When my father takes his seat, I slide the book across the table to him. Even though I wish to read it again I will wait until he has finished. I know it will be in no time at all that I will receive it back. He reads so much faster than I. As we eat our meal, we hear another knock at the door. My father looks at me in silent question if I am receiving him,
I wish I were able to bring Io a gift every day. It seems that waiting the two days to be near her is even too much for me. It has been almost eight days since I have seen her face. It has been much too long. If I have my way and she accept me, we will never spend this long apart again. Her last gift is one I made myself. I have watched my mother many of times as she mixes her potions of healing. Sometimes what she made was not a potion but a scent to wear upon the skin. I have heard my father be enticed by such a thing. For the times I have spent with Io she has always smelled lightly of cherry blossoms. It took me not being around her to finally place the scent. I made a guess that it was something she would put in her bath, so I decided to make her a scent from them. It has taken me days to get it exactly right. We have none of the trees on the property and as it is the last days of the Hanami season, I had to pick all the flowers myself. I chose to pick them from the
Today will be a lonely day. I will not get to see Draco. On a normal day father and I go to the fields together. Today is the day however I know he must go into the other village to replenish other supplies. As I ready for a day of work, I can hear him through the wall preparing for his journey also. When I exit my room he is gathering the bags he takes to the village. They make bringing back goods so much easier. “Do you have enough for everything on the list father” I ask him. “I will make sure Io. I always do” he says. He kisses me on my head, and we go in our opposite directions. Along my walk my mind wanders to thoughts of Draco. Yesterday with Him was amazing. I am glad I decided to give him a chance to explain. The anger I felt somehow seems silly now that I think about it. However, his way of apology left little to be desired. The kiss this time was different. The way my body nearly curled around his as he kissed me makes me blush even now. It seems such a t
When I walk out of room the next morning father already sits at the table. I kiss his cheek and take a seat. He does this when he wants to talk before going to work. “Everyone has been assigned to work a half day today as there will be a celebration for a new announcement of marriage. The couple wishes to celebrate their courting and get the villages approval.” He informs me wasting no time. “Oh wonderful. Who will it be to marry soon” I ask him curiously? “One of the daughters of a paddy field worker. Her name escapes me at the moment. I wanted to tell you just in case you had already made plans with Draco” he says. “Oh well I don’t know what he has planned today but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind attending the celebration with me. Is it alright that I bring him” I ask. “That is fine. He must see how we do things here for our celebrations at some point too.” He offers. “Let us begin our walk dear we are off to a late start today. As we hurry to the field
As I stand before the tailor I try to keep still. He is the best tailor in the village but at is ripe age he often misses with his needles. My ba sits in a chair out of reach as he watches me. He has been staring at me like that all day. He has not said much today besides his usual niceties, and I do not know what to make of his demeanor. I hope that over the next three days we can find a common ground since my ma cannot be here for this part. Per custom it is meant to be a time of bonding for father and son. The fabric that has been chosen is the whitest I have ever seen. My ba has chosen the design and I am not to see it until the week of the wedding. I really hope it will not be I wear to wed Shee. Her letter is meant to arrive tomorrow. I will then need to send another gift to her. I hope she was able to sway her parents so far. One of us needs to have some luck and soon. By my count there are only twenty-five days left. The tailor begins to remove the fabric from my
As I wait for Io to dress I take a seat in the chair and look around the hut. It seems small for two people, but it is neat. The wooden table is clean and looks worn. I am guessing they have it with the matching chairs for a while. In the middle of the table is a bowl filled with herbs. In the corner I see a stand that looks to be filled with pieces of parchment. From my seat I can see the cooking room. On the counter sits clean dishes and a bucket. On the other side of the room, I see the fireplace. On its shelf there is a line of pots they must use for cooking. There is a neat pile of wood for a fire and a worn brown rug which covers the floor. I can see a short hall but only one room. Io went the other way, so I believe this door to be Homura’s place. As I continue to wait I hear a door close and the sound of water splashing. I got restless of sitting and decide to take a look at the pile of parchments. I pace as I read the titles. I have read many of these as they have to
He surrounds me and as we sway in harmony I hum. The song I hum is a song I have heard many others sing as they work in the fields. It is a song about finally finding love and being at peace with another. It is very fitting of the moment. He wraps his arms tighter around my waist at the tune and sways to its melody. I settle into the warmth of him at my back and lay my arms across his. It feels almost as if our bodies dance even though we barely move. I close my eyes to savor the feeling. When my eyes open a short time later I look out the mouth of the cave and know that soon it will be dark. We will have to leave our solitude and part once more. The thought has my eyes mist a little at leaving this perfect moment in time. However, I do not want to anger my father, so I tap Draco’s hand that lays underneath mine. “Hmm” he says as if he is resting. I sigh happy that he feels the same peace that I find. “It will be getting dark soon” I inform him. “I wish we coul
I have experienced a lot in the twenty-five years I have had on this earth. Everyone knows the day I was born. They know where I lived and what I looked like. My adoptive parents were visited for years so others could ask questions about me. Everyone in the world was curious about the baby girl who hatched out of an egg filmed live to the world. People knew my name but because most didn't talk to me directly, I was alone.On the night I was born the world was in a state of shock when so many children hatched from eggs all across the world. We were all different shapes and sizes. What made us stand out from the rest were the unique features that we had. For some of us it was the startling beauty of our eyes. For others was their size or abilities that could be seen right away. The thing that made me stand out was my hair. It was a deep coal black with unnatural red streaks.A week before my sixth birthday my whole life changed. The home of my adoptive parents caught fire. Somehow I was
As I come out of my memories from the past I find that I am still confused. I have more than paid my dues for the death of the boy that I love. The day I visited his mother at their estate I can still hardly remember after all this time. I remember telling her about the child as I fought the waves that had surrounded me in a deafening wave. The rest of that night as well as many nights are a blur to me now. “What am I supposed to do Draco? I do not know what your mother wants from me. I just want to rest and for this torment to end. I am so tired” I plead in the night to the statue of the boy I love. When I awoke the next morning after visiting his mother, I was in the middle of no where far from home. I laid naked in a field in extreme pain and disoriented. When I rose to stand I put my hands on my stomach only to find it flat. I cried as I realized that somehow I had lost my child. I wanted to return home, but I had no direction to where my home was. I remember walking for day
Ahead on the slowly inclining slope we here a voice raised in the air. As we take a pause listening the night goes quiet. The guards signal us with a raised fist in the air to hold our positions. After a few seconds, their hands lower and we take a few steps. “Somebody please. Somebody please help me. Oh god, please. Please help me” Someone screams. The old man must know the scream because once he hears it he begins to run up the slope faster than I have seen someone his age move. The guards quickly rush after him with Santo-San behind him as they go. As we hear the cave I can hear a girl crying and as we reach the caves entrance a horrible scream pierces the air. With the guards at the ready in front of us there is a pause at the entrance of the cave in the dim light. To my left a lantern barely flickers. As I approach the men in front of me to see what has them so captured. I see the girl holding something. As I my eye adjust from the moonlight to the dim light of the cave I r
The day four weeks ago still stays on repeat in my head. I have sat in his room since surrounded by all his things. In the evenings I sit in the sitting room and replay our conversations by the fire. I have cried at the pain I feel all this time. My boy is gone, and I have no one to blame for him leaving but myself. I have not spoken to anyone since that day. I live in the memories of my son. That day when Draco pushed me away after he found out the truth I had remained seated in my pride. I was hurt that he would speak to me, the woman who birthed him, in such a way. Normally, when he is hurt he runs to his tree to have some time to himself. I thought that he would go there to think and to get over what he had heard. As his ma I should have known that this time would be different. I had dismissed my lady maid as soon as Draco left the room so I could have time to think to myself. For a few moments I felt guilty at what I had done. That feeling was however fleeting and I soon ro
I have so many things running through my mind at the moment that I do not know how to feel. My world was rocked on its axis when I found out about his engagement. Now he has told me that the entire time he has been fighting against it, but his mother had her own agenda. For the moment, my anger breaks, and tears spring to my eyes. What could I have done to deserve such a fate? Why did it take him so long to come to me? I cant voice any of these questions as deep sobs are being wrenched from my throat at the pain I feel. I thought I had lost him. I never knew that something in this world could cause me so much pain. I feel Draco wrap his arms around me as I cry. Seeking comfort to my chaotic emotions I turn into his arms. I use him as my piece of solace as I try to let go of the pain. We sit down as he hums our song trying to soothe me further. Soon my tears dry up and all I sense is quiet. My heart is no longer kissing in my chest. For days I felt like my world was ending.
So many things in life can just never go the way that you want them to. It does not matter if you have been good person or how hard you tried. So many calls the events of life that happen with no regard fate. Well, if this is fate then I do not want any part of it. I want nothing more than to go against fate and go after what I want. I just do not have what it takes to hurt people. All I want in this life is love and even that has been denied to me. As I lay on my kang and ponder the way the world revolves I am filled with a sad melancholy of what has become my life. Today is my wedding day. I always imagined that on this day I would be filled with excitement to be pledging my life to another for eternity. It is sad to say but in this moment, I feel nothing. For the last view days, I have found that I am unable to dredge up any emotion. I am just being the good boy who listens and follows directions. Without her this is what my life has become. She left without a word. Just one sm
When Draco leaves the room with his father I begin to fidget in my seat. His mother stares at me from across the room. She looks almost regal sitting there. Her brown hair is in a long braid drifting to the side and nearly touching the floor. Her kimono is made from the finest silk and when she moves it shimmers like water. She is a woman of true beauty. She has a symmetrical face with high cheek bones. As she sits there staring I can feel myself trimmer in my seat. The air is tight, and I feel as if I am caught in a tough wave. In the tense silence I clear my throat ready to speak. “I.. I feel as if I have angered you and that was not my intention. I am here because I love Draco and wish to marry him” I stammer. At my statement she purses her lips into a thin line. I can immediately tell she does not care about my intentions for her son. I really wish Draco were here. I do not know how to get through to her. “I will speak plainly girl so hear me well. You are not fit to marry
Everything has to be perfect today. I find myself in such a giddy mood I know that it is affecting everyone in my home. Today Io will be coming for dinner to meet my parents. I have had the servants pick flowers from my mother’s gardens and set them around the house to give it a sweet aroma. I also had the chef prepare some of the smoked meats with rice and vegetables. For dessert we will be having a variety of mochi sweets. As I look at the position of the sun outside the window my stomach churns with nervous energy that she will be arriving any moment. I head to the dining room to check on the placements and ensure everything is ready. When I am satisfied with what is done I see my parents coming down the stairs in matching kimonos. They have decided to wear the kimonos that symbolized the water that my mother uses to heal. Both of them are draped with lines of gold to show our wealth. I chose to wear a simple dark blue kimono with the family crest in gold over my right pectoral
My breath is coming fast from my lungs. I can feel the stretch of my womanhood around his member. Draco lies still above me. His eyes are closed, and his cool breath hits my face. When he opens his eyes I can see the love in his gaze. I squirm against the amount of heat the look gives me. His breath hitches at my movements. “I’m sorry Io” he says. Then he kisses me hard. His lips tug against mine in smooth motion. When he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth he pushes further into me. Pain. In this instant that is all I feel. I cry into his kiss as he rubs his lips against mine. I break the kiss as I feel tears slowly leak from my eyes. I can hear Draco apologizing as he rubs his fingers through my hair and kisses the tears that fall upon my cheeks. “Breathe my love. Just breathe” he soothes. I take a deep breath in a rush to fill my lungs. As I try to breathe through the pain my legs rub against the outside of his in an attempt to relieve the ache I feel between my le