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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 4:45 pm
'I'm glad you happened to appear in my life.'
There was a sudden burning feeling on the kodama's leg, and it was only a second later that the man realized he had dropped his cigarette and it was burning a hole through his pant leg.
Burning his skin.
Jumping up, he grabbed the cigarette but and tossed it into the bowl he was using for an ashtray.
"Kuso!" he cursed, wiping at his pant leg in an attempt to quell the pain.
It'd been a while since he burned himself with a cig.
Afterward, finally calmed back down, Noe sighed and sat on the sofa again, black eyes closed. "Greedy? Maybe... I suppose I'd like a bit more than helping nature's course and all that nonsense. I get rather tired of nature... my life's hardly full of adventures or thrills. Humans have such short life-spans that they tend to appreciate it a bit more than spirits do. I..."
But as Umeda opened his eyes, as he saw the sudden look of sheer shock and horror on Izanagi's face...
The kodama immediately phased into a spirit, retaining his human look, and walked through Izanagi's body. He came out on the other side of the boy and the sofa, now fully visible, and collapsed to his hands and knees.
The images...
He had seen them so many times in his own nightmares.
But, if it worked like last time, Izanagi's mind would be cleared up and the residual memories and the shock of them would have passed to Umeda himself.
"You...." Noe felt like he was going to be ill, forehead pressed to the floor as he tried to collect himself. "You are Iemon..." the kodama whispered.
(((OOC: Hope it's okay that when I grabbed what Izanagi said from your last post, I edited it grammatically.)))
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 9:13 pm
(I think its fine. By the way, Happy belated 2010 to you...xD)
Those pictures, it is not his first time seeing it. It stopped when the kodama walked through his body. Izanagi calmed down quickly and wipe off the blood on his nose. But it is still bleeding. "You...alright, Umeda-san?" Standing up, he walk to the kodama.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:11 pm
"I'm fine..." Umeda spoke, his voice soft as he remained in that position.
Kneeling on the floor, forehead down on the cool tile, he looked like he was praying or something.
But in truth, he was just trying to keep from getting sick.
"Just... don't touch me..." the kodama hissed as images flashed before his mind.
He could hear Izanagi, but he couldn't see him, not right there and then.
(((Happy 2010 to you as well!)))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:22 am
Izanagi was about to help the kodama get up from the floor but has been ordered not to touch him. He flinch back his hand quickly.
Can't do anything at all. But just stand there...watching the kodama suffer as his nose blood dripping on his school uniform. Izanagi wipe it off with the sleeve this time. He feel sorry to let the kodama suffer all his fear and despair. "I'm sorry Umeda-san..." Crouching down near to the kodama, he whisper.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 3:21 pm
"Iemon is trying to surface within you..." Umeda whispered, remaining in that position, his body completely tense.
Long black hair was hiding his face and expression perfectly... and expression that mirrored pain.
"The memories... flashbacks... the only way to keep you from... becoming someone you don't want to be..."
With a gasp, Noe suddenly sat up, dark hair flying back to settle behind him. His black eyes focused on Izanagi before smirking devilishly.
"See?" he said, his voice cocky. "Nothing to it. I just internalize the flashbacks that you're seeing... and they don't drive you insane before you're actually ready to awaken."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:03 pm
It's true. Everything seems to become alright when the kodama walk through Izanagi's body. The voice that was spinning in his head has gone now too.
Iemon is awakening... Izanagi know it. Like this, he can no longer be himself. There is a secret between Izanagi and his grandfather. A secret he think he should let the kodama know. "Umeda-san. There is something I need to show you." He said seriously.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:12 pm
The kodama was still sitting on his knees, but at Izanagi's expression, he frowned. "Something about your tone tells me one of two things; either you don't want to tell me... or deep down, you know that I don't want to know."
Sighing, Umeda smirked once more.
"However, if you must... then I can hardly stop you. Is it something you can literally show my, as in I need to follow... or a memory?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 5:38 pm
"Come with me." He take the kodama's hand and lead it to his bedroom. There is something shaking under his bed. Didn't hesitate, Izanagi crawl under the bed. He knocked his head before pulling out a long black wooden rectangular box. shaking dramatically. "Ow..." Rubbing the spot where he got knocked. "This is it." Opening the box, there is a katana with a black cover, blue silk wrapping around the handler and a blue ruby on the end of the handle, releasing an anonymous aura. "My grandfather gave it to me when I was twelve. I promise him not to tell anyone that I have it. But I think you should know." He stare at the kodama. "This katana belongs to Iemon." It stopped shaking after Izanagi mention the name Iemon. "I want you to teach me how to use it against Oiwa."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 6:12 pm
Kasuka na mono oto / かすかな物音 / Faint rustling
Oh how he wanted to touch that sword, to let his lithe fingers curve around the hilt of the blade and lift it to his eyes. Umeda wanted so desperately to pick it up, to study the lines etched in the blade, to examine every single nick in the metal...
Looking down, his black eyes narrowed as they were held transfixed by the katana. It was as if the very fabric of time had stopped, had come to a halt just for this moment.
A true link to the past.
A link in the hands of it's master.
Hands that truly did not understand to whom they belonged...
Ottekuru Movin' Shadow / 追ってくる movin' shadow / Stalking Movin' Shadow
The blade stilled as Izanagi spoke Iemon's name.
It visibly stilled... but it vibrated so much more at the mere mention of it's master. Every fiber of the sword sang to someone who knew how to listen, who understood the voice of the sword's spirit. It wasn't an actual spirit, not like Noe, but the blade had a soul all its own.
And that soul was screaming; begging and pleading to become a part of its master once again.
The more Umeda stared at it, the stronger the call became; the katana literally realizing that someone could hear.
That there was someone there who's own spirit connected...
Who could give voice to the blade's deepest desires.
Furikire na kunaru kage / 振り切れなくなる影 / Shadows that can't be shaken off
"I... Izanagi..." Umeda whispered, his focus never leaving the blade.
Tentatively he reached out one hand, lithe fingers just barely dusting the sword's guard.
The kodama drew back as if burned.
It wasn't the right hand... the sword was screaming in pain at the thought of being wielded by another!
Images flashed before Noe's abyss-like gaze, the sound of metal being pulled from a sheath slammed into him like nails on a chalkboard; a grating and agonizing sound. He could feel the weight of a blade... not only in his hand, but the weight of a sword's edge pressed against his neck.
"You defy me?"
Umeda's 'burned' hand curled into a fist as he brought it to his chest.
Sukoshi no bouken to / 少しの冒険と / Can't you take a little risk
"Please, Izanagi... tell me you have not touched this sword." the kodama whispered, gaze unable to look away from the images before his mind's eye.
Blood... more blood than he had ever wanted to know... soiling and staining, coating everything.
He had once lain in those blood soaked arms, in the very hands which had once wielded this thirsty, this starving weapon.
If Izanagi had wielded the sword, if he had so much as touched it... that would certainly help explain his bouts of insanity.
That bloodthirsty want to destroy anyone who got in his way...
"I loved you... and yet you side with Oiwa?!"
"Please, Izanagi..." he whispered once again.
Kizutsuku yuuki mo aru desho / 傷付く勇気も あるでしょ / And put your courage on the line
Black eyes tore themselves away from the blade as Umeda focused solely on Izanagi now.
"If you have not touched it... then I ask that you never do so... but if you have..." he shook his head, dark hair falling over his shoulders in the process. "This sword... you will become someone else with this sword, Izanagi. You will cease to exist as you are now."
Blinking, the kodama felt a pressure on his chest, one that threatened to spill his emotions out on complete display for the student.
'I can't do this...' Noe thought to himself. 'Not again... it took everything I am to move on. And now... now that same damned man stands before me in the guise of another... through this sword he mocks what I gave and what I saw... and yet...'
"This sword is wrong." the kodama spoke up quickly. "Your grandfather was a fool for giving it to you before the proper time... hell for giving it to you at all!"
Can you keep a secret?
(((OOC: Phrases are actually parts of the Utada Hikaru song, "Can You Keep A Secret?".))) (((OOC 2: I'm hoping it's okay with the direction I took the sword. Seeing how Umeda's a spirit, and swords are sometimes said to have spirits of their own, then I figured that it could greatly affect Noe.)))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:03 pm
Izanagi not sure what just happened to the kodama. Standing still, he reply the kodama's question."I've touched it once...When my grandfather passed away before my 15th birthday." And then he explain why the katana was given to him but not somebody else, with a glare. "Don't you dare say bad about my grandfather! He believe...He was just believing I was Iemon. That is why he give this to me. He told me, this is the only way to protect myself when I face Oiwa...And I DO believe in myself that I won't be ceased..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:09 pm
"He was a fool..." Umeda spoke, seemingly back to normal.
Save the slight spark of fear hidden deep in his dark gaze.
"Yes, that sword will help you face Oiwa... because it's the very same one that helped cause this entire problem in the first place. Oiwa fears that sword..." he swallowed, obviously uncomfortable. "As do I."
Turning away, the kodama pulled his cigarettes from one pocket and tipped one out, quickly lighting it. "You are Iemon. To use the sword is to give up being Izanagi completely. I do hope you know that..." Noe spoke before leaving the bedroom.
In truth, he didn't want to be in the same room as the weapon.
Not after all the feelings which had been stirred deep within his own soul.
'Why should I care? Iemon betrayed me! Not the other way around! Why watch after this human? Why?' shaking his head, Noe laughed softly.
He laughed to keep from crying.
After all... the kodama knew why he cared... why he was there... still there...
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:21 pm
"...I won't give up being myself. But for the Tamiya and to eliminate the grudges that has been kept for so many centuries, I have to. It is not just about me anymore. Is about the past and the future. I don't wish this to continue and pass on to another Tamiya. I want to end this." He said with his deep low voice as stare at the floor. "Da kara! Please help me."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:00 pm
Umeda stopped just outside the bedroom door.
"If you truly want my help, Izanagi... you have it." the kodama whispered before leaving the hall and heading downstairs into the living room.
The boy would have all the power of the kodama at his disposal.
But right now...
He couldn't be there.
Umeda passed through the front door and headed outside, hands in his jacket pocket and cigarette in his mouth.
He couldn't deal with the emotions right now... and the kodama knew he would be within range to feel any disturbance in the home.
Anyone who came after Izanagi... would have soon seen the power of a thousand year old kodama.
But in that moment... Umeda just wanted to be left alone.
'Why can't I stop loving him?'
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:20 pm
Not long after the kodama leave the room, Izanagi sits on his bed, staring at the photo of his grandfather. "Ji-ji...soon I will face Oiwa. Please bless with your strength and spirit." The katana won't stop vibrating. "Are you hunger for more blood?" Izanagi ask the katana. Picking it up with a cloth, preventing direct touch to the sword, he put it back to the box and place back under his bed. "You can have Oiwa when she show herself...And my soul as well."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 8:31 pm
Umeda winced, putting one hand to his head.
The sword was screaming and he could hear it from here!
"Kuso..." the kodama cursed, having to lean against a nearby fence-like wall to keep from stumbling to his knees.
It sounded happy somehow... still obviously blood thirsty... but then the sound stopped.
"He must have closed the box..." Umeda whispered as he straightened, taking a long pull on his cigarette. "It does a good job of shielding, or else I would have sensed it before."
(((BTW, I had Umeda leave the house because earlier you said the kodama needed to be eliminated, or rather Oiwa did, so I figured to give this as a chance to get to him. He could easily be lured into a false sense of security by a handsome face, after all.)))
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