Seishirou no nikki day # 1
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Yuki no e wo
Jaru mo kaketaru
Jokori kana
He smiled a little more regarding at the fury of colours at dusk. Hands hidden in his sleeves, his tall figure cut the landscape. A noisy group of cranes and their croaking drove his eyes to watch the ellegant birds flying away. To the North, looking for warmer climates, that's for sure. The fluttering sound becoming far and distant and then, the silence. Deathful silence.
Sublime.
He turned around and started his walk back to the Shrine. The orchid coloured kimono with streams and irises, moved against the muscled shapes of its owner. A young monk passed in front of him with dried blankets in a basket. Noticing the Clan leader's presence, the youth made a quick reverence. The big man continued his way.
He stopped at the door's entrance. Motioning his face to his left, he followed with his eyes the lines of the corridor's floor, under the old roof.
A thin graceful human form was looking at him, standing at the eastern part of the next house complex, just a few meters from where he was. A man, yes. Wearing a white kimono, skinny hands closed at the level of his heart.
Both men exchanged glances in the large space between. The white onmyouji took a step forward. The dark one, offered him a glint of warmth, and got into his maku.
Opening the thin paper door, he greeted the two women cleaning the floor and the third one, who was adjsting her elaborated eboshi.
"Kare no yatate, hayaku!" the older lady looked at the younger girl, who was using the room owner's mirror for her personal arrangement and made her command. The teenaged shoujo blushed a little and left everything in its original order, walking out as fast as she could.
Seishirou smiled, "There's no need of hurry"
The maiden whispered something to the left girl and a few seconds later, five female members of the inverted pentagram Clan, entered the place carrying a new outfit. Slowly and with almost exagerated care, they disvested the man, dressed him again with new clothes. During the process, the dark onmyouji kept himself quiet and silent, looking at the front at nothing in particular, with heavy eyes.
This is part of Subaru's training to enlighten his powers. The 13 Head of the Sumeragi Clan have been pretty tired after dealing with a certainly important number of "jobs" Nokoru asked him to do. So, we decided to take ten days (making all the previous arrangementes for University, Vet's and other obligations) in a quiet place out from the metropolitan madness, But this peaceful paradise has its price: as opposite forces, we have to spare our spiritual time apart in the same Shrine but, not sharing foods, excercises or even talks. We are only allowed to stay together only once in the day. Physically together.
Anyways, I acceded first because of Subaru, then, because of me too. I think I also need this instruction.
Kimi wa mamoru. No matter how, I will.
The stirring of small hands fiting a yukata on his shoulders brought him back to reality. Outside, the night gained the sky, an infinite sea of stars. A fresh breeze was calling him. The women left the room in line, carrying the previously used clothes, leaving the Sakurazuka alone. He stepped outside and sat at the door tilting his head backwards facing the mirror plate. The girl finally appeared with the yatate. Seishirou gave her a gentle grin and opened the little box with the ink, brushes and other elements and stared at the blank sheet of paper for a while.
He drew a kanji. Then some other hiragama.
His hand, writing with the concern of a surjeon giving his first cut.
The moon rolled by in the middle of the mute night.
He heard the subtle sound of steps coming and doubled the paper with the ink already dried, in four pieces.
"Koban wa," the white figure said and sat besides him. A marked hand with the ancestral sign came enfolding his. Seishirou let a brief calid kiss on the corner of the young man's lips. Subaru rested his head over his husband's shoulder, half closing his eyes.
Ukikusa ya
Ike no mannaka ni
Iishomuru
The sound of the bell caught the married men attention. It announced the time for the Highest Priest to go to his maku, with his followers accompanying him into the reserved place. A murmur of prays were heard after the screens shut closed. Behind the couple, a small group of monks with their paper lanterns told them that time was over for today. Before leaving, the Sakurazukamori handled the paper to his koi.
In his sleeping clothes, Subaru read the paper. His green eyes trembled in wetness. He pressed the letter to his chest, relishing the heat of his lover's words and mumbled his name.
Laying on his bed, the man drew a weak smile.
Kitto...
S.S.
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Note: Haiku poems by Masaoka Shiki. | 