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paixaorpg2006-04-30 11:47 am
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life goes on, but i'm gone. [completed/solo]
Character(s); Cho Hakkai.
Content; A solo post that keeps him active and provides some filler as to what he's been doing since his last one.
Setting; Muspelheim area.
Time; Sunday afternoon.
Warnings; Mild angst (did somebody say Kanan?).
The weather had changed drastically over the course of a day, he noticed. Not that he minded; it was actually quite a pleasant surprise, since he had been ill dressed for such harsh weather conditions, and he felt himself suffering the consequences of that in the form of a slight cold. With any luck, the weather would stay like this for the rest of the week. He was getting used to it already.
That afternoon, Hakkai found himself relaxing comfortably under the shade of a fake tree, thinking about everything and nothing. He didn't know where he was headed, but he assumed that depended on his new "friend," if he could call her that. Xianghua was a sweet girl, so he didn't really have any reason to call her anything but that. Not to mention he could somewhat relate to her and the situation she was in; they were both from China, and they were both looking for their friends. It felt comforting to know someone else from his world. He wasn't going mad after all.
At least, he hoped he wasn't.
Since running into her, Xianghua had been using Hakkai's journal to try and find her friend... "Kilik," he believed his name was. The two had put up a post looking for both of their friends, so he didn't mind not having his journal. If Sanzo, Gojyo or Goku were out there, they would see that. That is, unless they were like Xianghua, and didn't have a journal. The healer suppressed a sigh and looked up at the sky to distract himself from such negative thoughts. If they were here, it didn't matter whether or not they had a journal. He would find them, without fail.
He only hoped he'd find them in time. If something happened to them...
The sky was as he would've wanted it back in his own world: a blue so deep and endless that not even the clouds could do a thing to ruin it. Trying to compare the shapes to things like animals and people helped distract him from other matters. Or maybe he'd even lie to himself and say that above the clouds there was a heaven. The only problem was that this sky was fake. This was a fake heaven.
As a child in the orphanage, he was never one for such silly games or stories, although the nuns would always encourage him to play, or to believe. Above the clouds, they said, were the souls of the dead. If you were good, you would pass on to heaven, and you would live a carefree afterlife up in the sky. They would tell him that his parents were up there somewhere, smiling down on him. But he had never known his parents, and whenever he looked up at the clouds as a child he would only scowl and return to his book.
Since then things had been a little different. Though Hakkai was still a bit cynical about the whole thing, he liked to believe there was something more to life. If not for him, then for Kanan. Her life wasn't meant to end that way, and he refused to believe it was some sort of "divine punishment." He loved her before he even knew he was related to her, and when they did find out, neither of them cared. They were all they had in the world. Nobody else mattered.
He wanted to believe he still had her, in some way. On clear days like this he would look up at the sky and hope she was watching him as well, or pray that she had somehow forgiven him for not having come to her rescue in time. Whether or not their child was half demon (like Gojyo, he mused, finding the whole ordeal quite ironic), he would've been more than happy to take it in as his own. Hakkai had always wanted children, and although that wasn't his ideal scenario, it was something. As much as the child was a demon, it was also Kanan's...
Again, he shook his head and held back a sigh. What's past is past. There would be no child and no family. Hakkai could only look up at the sky and hope Kanan was watching, that she still loved him in spite of it all and shared his sentiments. If she was there, hopefully, she was smiling down at him.
But this sky was fake. This sky was not Kanan's sky. She wasn't here to watch over him anymore.
Hakkai finally allowed himself to sigh and rose to his feet. The healer starched and ironed his face until it was that hollow mask, a fake smile and emotionless eyes, and went off in search of Xianghua. There was no need to think about the sky, or of anything for that matter. Not in this world.
Content; A solo post that keeps him active and provides some filler as to what he's been doing since his last one.
Setting; Muspelheim area.
Time; Sunday afternoon.
Warnings; Mild angst (did somebody say Kanan?).
The weather had changed drastically over the course of a day, he noticed. Not that he minded; it was actually quite a pleasant surprise, since he had been ill dressed for such harsh weather conditions, and he felt himself suffering the consequences of that in the form of a slight cold. With any luck, the weather would stay like this for the rest of the week. He was getting used to it already.
That afternoon, Hakkai found himself relaxing comfortably under the shade of a fake tree, thinking about everything and nothing. He didn't know where he was headed, but he assumed that depended on his new "friend," if he could call her that. Xianghua was a sweet girl, so he didn't really have any reason to call her anything but that. Not to mention he could somewhat relate to her and the situation she was in; they were both from China, and they were both looking for their friends. It felt comforting to know someone else from his world. He wasn't going mad after all.
At least, he hoped he wasn't.
Since running into her, Xianghua had been using Hakkai's journal to try and find her friend... "Kilik," he believed his name was. The two had put up a post looking for both of their friends, so he didn't mind not having his journal. If Sanzo, Gojyo or Goku were out there, they would see that. That is, unless they were like Xianghua, and didn't have a journal. The healer suppressed a sigh and looked up at the sky to distract himself from such negative thoughts. If they were here, it didn't matter whether or not they had a journal. He would find them, without fail.
He only hoped he'd find them in time. If something happened to them...
The sky was as he would've wanted it back in his own world: a blue so deep and endless that not even the clouds could do a thing to ruin it. Trying to compare the shapes to things like animals and people helped distract him from other matters. Or maybe he'd even lie to himself and say that above the clouds there was a heaven. The only problem was that this sky was fake. This was a fake heaven.
As a child in the orphanage, he was never one for such silly games or stories, although the nuns would always encourage him to play, or to believe. Above the clouds, they said, were the souls of the dead. If you were good, you would pass on to heaven, and you would live a carefree afterlife up in the sky. They would tell him that his parents were up there somewhere, smiling down on him. But he had never known his parents, and whenever he looked up at the clouds as a child he would only scowl and return to his book.
Since then things had been a little different. Though Hakkai was still a bit cynical about the whole thing, he liked to believe there was something more to life. If not for him, then for Kanan. Her life wasn't meant to end that way, and he refused to believe it was some sort of "divine punishment." He loved her before he even knew he was related to her, and when they did find out, neither of them cared. They were all they had in the world. Nobody else mattered.
He wanted to believe he still had her, in some way. On clear days like this he would look up at the sky and hope she was watching him as well, or pray that she had somehow forgiven him for not having come to her rescue in time. Whether or not their child was half demon (like Gojyo, he mused, finding the whole ordeal quite ironic), he would've been more than happy to take it in as his own. Hakkai had always wanted children, and although that wasn't his ideal scenario, it was something. As much as the child was a demon, it was also Kanan's...
Again, he shook his head and held back a sigh. What's past is past. There would be no child and no family. Hakkai could only look up at the sky and hope Kanan was watching, that she still loved him in spite of it all and shared his sentiments. If she was there, hopefully, she was smiling down at him.
But this sky was fake. This sky was not Kanan's sky. She wasn't here to watch over him anymore.
Hakkai finally allowed himself to sigh and rose to his feet. The healer starched and ironed his face until it was that hollow mask, a fake smile and emotionless eyes, and went off in search of Xianghua. There was no need to think about the sky, or of anything for that matter. Not in this world.