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Post by Ikeda Sasuke on Oct 23, 2013 17:04:02 GMT -5
[/i][/color]" He asked himself as an all too-familiar sensation roamed through his body - he wanted to die. But why? He couldn't answer no matter how many times he asked. No matter how much he wanted to know. His own mind could not reveal the answer.→ The skies were darkening and the heat from the usual hot desert was dropping at a rapid pace. A mystery of the desert. How could something so hot turn cold almost immediately? It almost symbolizes the heart, mind, and soul. The swiftness at which a heart can shift its favorable tastes to another. The swiftness at which the mind can change its mind on a decision. The swiftness of the soul that can cause someone to be pure good to be utterly evil. It personified so many aspects people held dear and considered free-will, but does the desert gets to choose to go cold or is it a forced choice? This is why he loves his village. That ever-so-lasting scent of mystery and questions that will never be answered, and if it was, it would not lose its allure a bit.
In his futon, he cozy-ed close to the sheets and let his head silently rest in its comfy pillow, but with all these conditions met to go to sleep, why was not he? Why couldn't he stop looking at the ceiling? His mind was restless, but weirdly, his body was dead. It couldn't move. It would not move. No matter how much he wished it to be, his body remained tightly fixated upon his sheets, his legs remained underneath, and his head rested silently upon his pillow.
"What is it that i feel?
"Cause i'm not here.[/i][/color]" His heart raced at the voice, his head waiting to move, his body wanted to get up, and his legs wanted to run away. Run away from those words. However, he couldn't.
"W-who are you?[/i][/color]" His voice had an unusual shudder of fear and despair. The voice was familiar, he knew that much, but who did it belong to...all he got was a dark slim silhouette pop into his consciousness. "WHO ARE YOU![/i][/color]" He yelled in frustration, his sweat now being released profusely from his body, and his futon becoming soaked like a moist towelette. There was no answer for minutes, hours, perhaps days. His perception of time was distorted by his fear. It grew. Sweat continued to pour, and his vision soon became blurry to the point he couldn't recognize his ceiling let alone a silhouette within his mind.
"Your destruction.[/i][/color]"
He woke from his dream in a panicked gasp releasing a silent but still recognize word: Loneliness. His head turned to see Kyomu upon her desk on his workshop, commonly used to polish her and re-fit her if necessary, and a sigh of relief was released from his lips, with an unusual calmness. He felt...safe. However, at this point, it was impossible to sleep with his heart rate beating at such high rates, it would be stupid to waste this energy by attempting to go to sleep with the amount which would take 30 minutes if not a hour at the most. He decided to do something productive than simply watch the ceiling - not that he was scared of doing so.
It was not long before he stood at the workshop with Kyomu laying on it at its backside. "You're beautiful.[/i][/color]" He whispered as he caressed her wooden leg with his index and middle finger from thigh all the way to her upper torso. If only Kyomu was real.
"I am real.[/i][/color]" He jumped suddenly, looking around the room for another person, only to bring his eyes back to Kyomu's beautiful wooden form. "Yes. We've had conversations before, duh'.[/i][/color]" He remarked with a sound of disbelief in his reaction, as if it should be impossible. Was it true that all the conversations he held with her were actual conversations? Wait, does that mean she is real? He's not crazy? He always referred to Kyomu as an it, but her voice was surprisingly feminine and cheerful. Or...
There was only one conclusion to such a miraculous event - A dream. He took a moment to realize that this was nothing but a dream, that puppets only talk, and that he was substituting her voice with his inner-most consciousness that he's been hiding thus far. There is no way she is real. It had to be a dream, right? His thoughts were in an erratic state, so it's impossible, right!?
"No. It's not a dream, and you are not crazy.[/i][/color]" Kyomu remarked with a sharp tongue. He looked at Kyomu's face...her mouth is just a slit he made to give her a more human appearance, it was because he was alone. He wanted to create someone more human that he could relate to...cause he was alone. "Oh my god, you are stupid. You know that?[/i][/color]" He backed away slowly, and with each step backwards, he felt himself go forward, and thus, he moved none. Why?
Kyomu released a frustrated sigh. "You found me in the closet, being used as a dummy for pranks and to teach human parts, remember? I was alone, and no one appreciated me, and you found me. If I wasn't real...I wouldn't be able to recall that, would I?[/i][/color]" She had a point, but...was she used for pranks? To be honest, all he knew about Kyomu was used for human parts, but to be unappreciated? That's news to him. Was she...really real?
"Thanks to you, i'm not alone, and as long as i'm beside you, you're not. Remember that Sasuke.[/i][/color]"
He awoke once more in a more serene state of calmness and comfort. There was no sweaty bed, or panicked breathing, but what was that? A dream within a dream? A nightmare? Then his life-long want? A dream within a dream? Could this very moment be a dream as well? He had so many questions with no way of knowing for sure. However, he realized what it meant. Both the nightmare and the dream - he's not alone. As long as he possessed Kyomu, as long as he possessed it. i mean, her, he would never be alone.
He looked at Kyomu in her workshop, "Thank you. I received your message. I'm not alone.[/i][/color]" Over the pass few days, Sasuke has had problems sleeping, but on that day, in that hour, in that minute, all those problems were alleviated from his body, soul, and mind. What remained, was sound and peaceful sleep.
One that day, on that hour, on that minute, it could be said that Kyomu - The puppet who gave Sasuke purpose - slit of her mouth grew into a very large smile.
To be Continued...
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