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athenaltenaPrinting out sheet music for anime. Yeah! I finally found some, thanks to Ryusan on Oyasumi. I'll try "Foreigners" from .hack as soon as it's out.
That poem in here earlier still creeps me out. I didn't know I could write that creepily. Serious stuff now.
Since running into Kuro and Tsubarashi, I've been thinking about my death that life, and just how it affected those who were still alive. Ashley (Kaede then) killed herself, and I know Kuro was very saddened.
It started in what must have been early to mid-August. I was shopping with Kaede for a new Yukata for her, since it was close to the festival of the dead. While she was shopping suddenly in the crowd I smelled something, the very distinct cologne of Matsu, the Yakuza boss. It froze me, but I recovered. I didn't actually see him, but I will always know that smell.
At the festival it really started to bother me. I was there, with Kaede, looking at all the families, and realizing I was the last survivor of mine. I was wearing my dad's Yukata, so that also brought back memories. And as I watched Kaede catching fireflies, it made me remember how much I missed those days.
I also just became very tired, never really feeling rested. Kuro finally noticed this, and he approached me. In our last conversation he told me to take a few days off, and I was falling asleep even as he was speaking. I agreed reluctantly, and then he suddenly hugged me. He told me that even though I had turned him down, he still cared. That was the last time we spoke.
The next two days were my last. I stayed in the garden, read, menial things. Then on the second morning, when Kaede went to get something, I started coughing, really violently. When I finally stopped, my hands were covered in blood. Then I collapsed.
When I awoke, Kaede was relieved, and told me she had found me unconcious. As she was speaking, I suddenly knew it was the end, the sort of zen samurai feel when it's there time. I tried to tell her this, but she was in hysterics. Finally, appologizing, I fell into myself, and that's when I died.
Part II of Death reflectiion coming eventually. Need time to think.
That poem in here earlier still creeps me out. I didn't know I could write that creepily. Serious stuff now.
Since running into Kuro and Tsubarashi, I've been thinking about my death that life, and just how it affected those who were still alive. Ashley (Kaede then) killed herself, and I know Kuro was very saddened.
It started in what must have been early to mid-August. I was shopping with Kaede for a new Yukata for her, since it was close to the festival of the dead. While she was shopping suddenly in the crowd I smelled something, the very distinct cologne of Matsu, the Yakuza boss. It froze me, but I recovered. I didn't actually see him, but I will always know that smell.
At the festival it really started to bother me. I was there, with Kaede, looking at all the families, and realizing I was the last survivor of mine. I was wearing my dad's Yukata, so that also brought back memories. And as I watched Kaede catching fireflies, it made me remember how much I missed those days.
I also just became very tired, never really feeling rested. Kuro finally noticed this, and he approached me. In our last conversation he told me to take a few days off, and I was falling asleep even as he was speaking. I agreed reluctantly, and then he suddenly hugged me. He told me that even though I had turned him down, he still cared. That was the last time we spoke.
The next two days were my last. I stayed in the garden, read, menial things. Then on the second morning, when Kaede went to get something, I started coughing, really violently. When I finally stopped, my hands were covered in blood. Then I collapsed.
When I awoke, Kaede was relieved, and told me she had found me unconcious. As she was speaking, I suddenly knew it was the end, the sort of zen samurai feel when it's there time. I tried to tell her this, but she was in hysterics. Finally, appologizing, I fell into myself, and that's when I died.
Part II of Death reflectiion coming eventually. Need time to think.
