Post by Utsuho Reiuji on May 29, 2013 18:13:02 GMT -5
So yeah I want to claim Myouren so uh here goes.
Fancy explanation post for why he's around gogo.
Death.
Darkness.
Oblivion.
That was what Nirvana beheld for those who had expunged their karma, having reached equilibrium. But one man held on too strongly. And was condemned to a cycle of rebirth as a result.
Until he could expel that which he clung to so dearly.
"This should be last tithe I need..."
The young monk would sigh, closing the donation box with a heavy heart. He hated doing this, taking from the donation box so frequently. For personal use. But she needed it, for medicine and for...
"No, I'm lying to myself."
But she did, and all those other nice things they could afford...Plus, this was removing good karma, was it not? That too, a lie. The man shook his head, and pocketed the donation regardless, walking away, out of the temple and down the road to the village. Had to buy the medicine...she was almost over the sickness, just a little more and he would be good.
In the village, the monk would be swarmed by the children. "Mr Hijiri!" They would cheerfully cry out, swarming him like bees to honey. "Hello children." He would say, gently shaking his head. "I am afraid I cannot play with you today. My sister is almost better, but she needs this medicine." He would say, moving quickly. He knew what dirty looks the villagers were throwing him.
They knew. They knew what he was doing, they knew the source of the mysterious vanishing donations. Perhaps they did not dare confirm it now, but eventually the excuse of theft by youkai would wear thin...
"I will play with you tomorrow." He would say, rising and leaving them, sadly disappointed. They loved him, he was always so nice to them, and he wasn't as old as those pesky elders. He was someone with time for them, someone who cared.
But now he was gone, back up the path to the temple. He couldn't even face them anymore. His theft was from the entire village, children included.
"Myouren."
A young, yet calm voice would ring out, disturbing the monk's meditation. He had since talked to the woman at the village, purchased the medicine, lovely woman, two kids and a caring husband.
"Ah, Youki. My friend."
Myouren, knew, of course, why he had come. Rising, the monk would hold out his arms, warmly accepting his friend. A young, dashing man, with long, swept-back hair of purest white, a pristine hakama and coat adorning his body, colored in complementary greens and whites. Around his body would float a nearly translucent, white phantom, the man and phantom both embracing the monk with a warmth that could only shared between old friends.
"It has been too long." Youki would say, squeezing the man tightly, Myouren shaking his head and laughing once the embrace was done. "Too long? It has been only a few days since you informed me you were about to depart for Hakugyokurou and got ready. I take it nothing I can do will change your mind, old friend?" Youki would shake his head, softly. "Afraid not. My duty to the Saigyouji clan..." The monk would interrupt his friend with a hand upon the shoulder, shaking his head softly. "Its fine, I understand. Now come on, lets have some sake. On me."
The two would rise, to have some drinks. A grand old time.
"So, you're sure about this?"
The two would be standing in the woods, in the dark, alone. Not a soul awake still, the braziers outside the village burning brightly with a warding warmth, one that drove off darkness and youkai alike. "I am sure, Youki." Myouren would say, his hands clasped together in quiet prayer. "The villagers know about what I've done. It was all for her, but..." Youki would cut him off, nearly shouting out "You don't have to do this! Think about Byakuren, think about how she'll feel when you're dead! You can come with me, to Hakugyokurou! I'm sure that-"
Quietly, Myouren would open his eyes from meditation, placing a finger up to his friend's lips. "Please, I have thought this through. The Sagiyouji will not accept us, you are only allowed because they need you. I do not blame them, but at the same time I cannot trust my sister's future to the risky unknown. I deserve this anyway." He would say, exhaling with the weight of a burden that one so young should not have to bear. "After...after our parents died, we were all alone. I had to care for her, provide for her, but I was never skilled enough for the jobs the villagers needed. The only thing I was good at, the only thing I excelled at..."
The young monk would sigh and stare off into the distance, shaking his head. "For years I have manipulated them. And this will be my last manipulation. When I'm gone, from natural causes they will call it, they will pity my sister. They will take her in, care for her until she can care for herself, and she will have to want for nothing." The brash swordsman would slap away his friends hand, staring into his eyes with a desprate gaze. "But you said you'll be stuck! Reincarnating!"
Once again, Myouren would turn his head towards the distance, contemplating his words. "Yes...it is true. I will damn myself to a cycle of reincarnation. Stuck with my name...and my most intense desire." He would say, shaking his head. "Two heavy burdens of karma that might forever keep me from Nirvana. But I am ready to accept the consequences of my actions." He would say, clasping his hands in prayer. Youki would shake his head, staring at the ground, unable to face the monk. "Once I do this...your soul will be severed from your body, stuck in an endless cycle...But it will appear as if you died of a natural cause. I will ask, one more time, Myouren. Do you want this?"
The monk would close his eyes, hands clasped together in silent prayer, nodding his head. Wordlessly, the swordsman would draw his blade...
Then, with a single slice that would echo through the words, carve his blade clean through the monk, not a trace upon him.
The deed done, Youki would sheathe his blade, turning back to his friend. "You will have until your next slumber to live...Make sure you choose a good spot." Myouren would open his eyes, nod, and then embrace the friend who did a deed he could never repay, hugging him tightly with one last embrace. "Thank you, Youki. My friend. I apologize for making you do this. May life treat you well..."
Wordlessly, Youki would detach from that embrace, turn, and walk away, leaving the village, unable to bear the agony of spending one more second with the monk.
"Welp, Myouren sure is dead."
One villager would turn to the other, holding up the hand of the deceased monk, now still as the grave, one last smile etched upon his face. "Gonna have to call it. Sure feel bad about his sister..." The other would shake his head, turning to the first. "What do you think he thought about in his last moments?" The first would shrug, a frown finding its way across his wrinkled, dirtied face. "Dunno. But whatever it is, seems like even that scumbag Hijiri had some redeeming qualities. He's got a vial of medicine in his hand...the kind he kept buying for his sister. I'm just gonna assum' he spent them think' bout her." The other would nod, his greased hair swaying to and fro with the movement. "Well, lets keep this all quiet from her. He died in his sleep, didn'e? Just tell her that. Even a scumbag's sister is still a sister, and no sister should be told their brother was a morally bankrupt wast'a breath."
Myouren Hijiri would sit back in his chair as he read his weekly newspaper, sipping at a nice, hot cup of tea. It had been a pretty fruitful day so far...he had convinced some of the youkai to stay away from the village, he went over a plan to teach some of the children with Keine, and he even managed to get a copy of the Bunbunmaru newspaper. "Right, let's see...'Unidentified Flying Objects spotted? Possible menacing threat to Gensokyo?'" He would laugh out, shaking his head. "I swear, that crazy Aya expects anyone to believe this? Let's see... 'Shrine Maiden Reimu recently...then uncovered a sealed away monk, named..."
He would drop his tea, standing up and staring at that paper in shock. That name... "Byakuren Hijiri...?" He didn't know why, but it looked familiar. A burning urge to know why it was, and he didn't even realize. Shaking his head, he would fetch a towel, and quietly clean up his tea. He could inspect it later. Burning urge or no, he still had the children to teach, especially since Keine was all full. He couldn't just abandon his duties. He would have to wait for class to end...
Then, maybe afterwards, he could track down this monk, and learn why her name filed him with such a strange urge.
So yeah! Thanks for reading all of this, and I hope you all like it enough to approve.
Fancy explanation post for why he's around gogo.
Death.
Darkness.
Oblivion.
That was what Nirvana beheld for those who had expunged their karma, having reached equilibrium. But one man held on too strongly. And was condemned to a cycle of rebirth as a result.
Until he could expel that which he clung to so dearly.
"This should be last tithe I need..."
The young monk would sigh, closing the donation box with a heavy heart. He hated doing this, taking from the donation box so frequently. For personal use. But she needed it, for medicine and for...
"No, I'm lying to myself."
But she did, and all those other nice things they could afford...Plus, this was removing good karma, was it not? That too, a lie. The man shook his head, and pocketed the donation regardless, walking away, out of the temple and down the road to the village. Had to buy the medicine...she was almost over the sickness, just a little more and he would be good.
In the village, the monk would be swarmed by the children. "Mr Hijiri!" They would cheerfully cry out, swarming him like bees to honey. "Hello children." He would say, gently shaking his head. "I am afraid I cannot play with you today. My sister is almost better, but she needs this medicine." He would say, moving quickly. He knew what dirty looks the villagers were throwing him.
They knew. They knew what he was doing, they knew the source of the mysterious vanishing donations. Perhaps they did not dare confirm it now, but eventually the excuse of theft by youkai would wear thin...
"I will play with you tomorrow." He would say, rising and leaving them, sadly disappointed. They loved him, he was always so nice to them, and he wasn't as old as those pesky elders. He was someone with time for them, someone who cared.
But now he was gone, back up the path to the temple. He couldn't even face them anymore. His theft was from the entire village, children included.
"Myouren."
A young, yet calm voice would ring out, disturbing the monk's meditation. He had since talked to the woman at the village, purchased the medicine, lovely woman, two kids and a caring husband.
"Ah, Youki. My friend."
Myouren, knew, of course, why he had come. Rising, the monk would hold out his arms, warmly accepting his friend. A young, dashing man, with long, swept-back hair of purest white, a pristine hakama and coat adorning his body, colored in complementary greens and whites. Around his body would float a nearly translucent, white phantom, the man and phantom both embracing the monk with a warmth that could only shared between old friends.
"It has been too long." Youki would say, squeezing the man tightly, Myouren shaking his head and laughing once the embrace was done. "Too long? It has been only a few days since you informed me you were about to depart for Hakugyokurou and got ready. I take it nothing I can do will change your mind, old friend?" Youki would shake his head, softly. "Afraid not. My duty to the Saigyouji clan..." The monk would interrupt his friend with a hand upon the shoulder, shaking his head softly. "Its fine, I understand. Now come on, lets have some sake. On me."
The two would rise, to have some drinks. A grand old time.
"So, you're sure about this?"
The two would be standing in the woods, in the dark, alone. Not a soul awake still, the braziers outside the village burning brightly with a warding warmth, one that drove off darkness and youkai alike. "I am sure, Youki." Myouren would say, his hands clasped together in quiet prayer. "The villagers know about what I've done. It was all for her, but..." Youki would cut him off, nearly shouting out "You don't have to do this! Think about Byakuren, think about how she'll feel when you're dead! You can come with me, to Hakugyokurou! I'm sure that-"
Quietly, Myouren would open his eyes from meditation, placing a finger up to his friend's lips. "Please, I have thought this through. The Sagiyouji will not accept us, you are only allowed because they need you. I do not blame them, but at the same time I cannot trust my sister's future to the risky unknown. I deserve this anyway." He would say, exhaling with the weight of a burden that one so young should not have to bear. "After...after our parents died, we were all alone. I had to care for her, provide for her, but I was never skilled enough for the jobs the villagers needed. The only thing I was good at, the only thing I excelled at..."
The young monk would sigh and stare off into the distance, shaking his head. "For years I have manipulated them. And this will be my last manipulation. When I'm gone, from natural causes they will call it, they will pity my sister. They will take her in, care for her until she can care for herself, and she will have to want for nothing." The brash swordsman would slap away his friends hand, staring into his eyes with a desprate gaze. "But you said you'll be stuck! Reincarnating!"
Once again, Myouren would turn his head towards the distance, contemplating his words. "Yes...it is true. I will damn myself to a cycle of reincarnation. Stuck with my name...and my most intense desire." He would say, shaking his head. "Two heavy burdens of karma that might forever keep me from Nirvana. But I am ready to accept the consequences of my actions." He would say, clasping his hands in prayer. Youki would shake his head, staring at the ground, unable to face the monk. "Once I do this...your soul will be severed from your body, stuck in an endless cycle...But it will appear as if you died of a natural cause. I will ask, one more time, Myouren. Do you want this?"
The monk would close his eyes, hands clasped together in silent prayer, nodding his head. Wordlessly, the swordsman would draw his blade...
Then, with a single slice that would echo through the words, carve his blade clean through the monk, not a trace upon him.
The deed done, Youki would sheathe his blade, turning back to his friend. "You will have until your next slumber to live...Make sure you choose a good spot." Myouren would open his eyes, nod, and then embrace the friend who did a deed he could never repay, hugging him tightly with one last embrace. "Thank you, Youki. My friend. I apologize for making you do this. May life treat you well..."
Wordlessly, Youki would detach from that embrace, turn, and walk away, leaving the village, unable to bear the agony of spending one more second with the monk.
"Welp, Myouren sure is dead."
One villager would turn to the other, holding up the hand of the deceased monk, now still as the grave, one last smile etched upon his face. "Gonna have to call it. Sure feel bad about his sister..." The other would shake his head, turning to the first. "What do you think he thought about in his last moments?" The first would shrug, a frown finding its way across his wrinkled, dirtied face. "Dunno. But whatever it is, seems like even that scumbag Hijiri had some redeeming qualities. He's got a vial of medicine in his hand...the kind he kept buying for his sister. I'm just gonna assum' he spent them think' bout her." The other would nod, his greased hair swaying to and fro with the movement. "Well, lets keep this all quiet from her. He died in his sleep, didn'e? Just tell her that. Even a scumbag's sister is still a sister, and no sister should be told their brother was a morally bankrupt wast'a breath."
Myouren Hijiri would sit back in his chair as he read his weekly newspaper, sipping at a nice, hot cup of tea. It had been a pretty fruitful day so far...he had convinced some of the youkai to stay away from the village, he went over a plan to teach some of the children with Keine, and he even managed to get a copy of the Bunbunmaru newspaper. "Right, let's see...'Unidentified Flying Objects spotted? Possible menacing threat to Gensokyo?'" He would laugh out, shaking his head. "I swear, that crazy Aya expects anyone to believe this? Let's see... 'Shrine Maiden Reimu recently...then uncovered a sealed away monk, named..."
He would drop his tea, standing up and staring at that paper in shock. That name... "Byakuren Hijiri...?" He didn't know why, but it looked familiar. A burning urge to know why it was, and he didn't even realize. Shaking his head, he would fetch a towel, and quietly clean up his tea. He could inspect it later. Burning urge or no, he still had the children to teach, especially since Keine was all full. He couldn't just abandon his duties. He would have to wait for class to end...
Then, maybe afterwards, he could track down this monk, and learn why her name filed him with such a strange urge.
So yeah! Thanks for reading all of this, and I hope you all like it enough to approve.