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bonnefoisI wanted it to be longer, more indepth, less messy, but I am dead tired.
Title: Scar[let]
Day/Theme: Aug 22 / This red, red moon [this begged for Muraki, really]
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: Muraki Kazutaka
Rating: PG
August 22: This red, red moon - Yami no Matsuei - Scar[let] - Muraki
[Muraki character study, AU-ish.]
–
He was born a talented child. Quiet, intelligent, polite. He stood at his mother’s side when people talked, preferring to observe rather than interact. The perfect child, they said.
They looked at him and deemed him angelic, they breathed into him words of wonder how he would change the world, how this boy would grow to be a doctor, and save countless lives.
This boy will be different, they said. His mother smiled and stroked the top of his head.
They didn’t know then that they would be right, but for an entirely different reason.
–
He spent most of his time reading in his father’s library.
He read literature, of assassinations and Shakespearean tragedies.
At night he would take little sips of poison, just enough to get his body used to it. Mixed with honey for sweetness. Reminding him of sly words with clever nuances, little barbs attached in each word.
For fear of falling to honied poison poured onto his ears while he slept *
–
His father was a professor, all cold intellect and appearances. He was the type of man who could smile as he drove a dagger through someone’s back. Smile like a friend inviting another to sip tea, drink coffee and talk of casual things.
Without even knowing it, he fell in step right after his father. The father he hated. You become what you hate, you hate what you become.
What a beautiful smile, they said.
–
One day his father came home with a boy, only slightly older than himself.
“This is Saki.” He said. No explanation, just a few terse words and an hollow explanation.
His mother was strong then, she did not cry. But her expressions grew thinner, like a broken doll her face stayed in it’s same cracked position. Her laughing became long, screeching wails.
One day she cracked completely and never left her room. Parroting words fed to her.
The moon was scarlet, as if it had been gouged and lie bleeding, slowly dying with each drip.
–
He did not talk to his new “brother” much, for the boy’s lips seldom moved, with lips drawn shut
One night Saki stood over his bed and spoke words, whispered of revenge and wished dreams on the family.
And the nightmare came true.
The moon lie bleeding in a desolate starless sky.
–
A man in white walks down the street, angelic, this ethereal healer to help the masses.
Bloodstains beneath dainty white gloves.
And the moon above is bleeding scarlet. It’s wounds still unhealed.
–
* Referring to Hamlet, Claudius killed the king by pouring poison on his ears while he slept, a metaphor for his lies and how his words were like poison poured in the ears.
Title: Scar[let]
Day/Theme: Aug 22 / This red, red moon [this begged for Muraki, really]
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: Muraki Kazutaka
Rating: PG
August 22: This red, red moon - Yami no Matsuei - Scar[let] - Muraki
[Muraki character study, AU-ish.]
–
He was born a talented child. Quiet, intelligent, polite. He stood at his mother’s side when people talked, preferring to observe rather than interact. The perfect child, they said.
They looked at him and deemed him angelic, they breathed into him words of wonder how he would change the world, how this boy would grow to be a doctor, and save countless lives.
This boy will be different, they said. His mother smiled and stroked the top of his head.
They didn’t know then that they would be right, but for an entirely different reason.
–
He spent most of his time reading in his father’s library.
He read literature, of assassinations and Shakespearean tragedies.
At night he would take little sips of poison, just enough to get his body used to it. Mixed with honey for sweetness. Reminding him of sly words with clever nuances, little barbs attached in each word.
For fear of falling to honied poison poured onto his ears while he slept *
–
His father was a professor, all cold intellect and appearances. He was the type of man who could smile as he drove a dagger through someone’s back. Smile like a friend inviting another to sip tea, drink coffee and talk of casual things.
Without even knowing it, he fell in step right after his father. The father he hated. You become what you hate, you hate what you become.
What a beautiful smile, they said.
–
One day his father came home with a boy, only slightly older than himself.
“This is Saki.” He said. No explanation, just a few terse words and an hollow explanation.
His mother was strong then, she did not cry. But her expressions grew thinner, like a broken doll her face stayed in it’s same cracked position. Her laughing became long, screeching wails.
One day she cracked completely and never left her room. Parroting words fed to her.
The moon was scarlet, as if it had been gouged and lie bleeding, slowly dying with each drip.
–
He did not talk to his new “brother” much, for the boy’s lips seldom moved, with lips drawn shut
One night Saki stood over his bed and spoke words, whispered of revenge and wished dreams on the family.
And the nightmare came true.
The moon lie bleeding in a desolate starless sky.
–
A man in white walks down the street, angelic, this ethereal healer to help the masses.
Bloodstains beneath dainty white gloves.
And the moon above is bleeding scarlet. It’s wounds still unhealed.
–
* Referring to Hamlet, Claudius killed the king by pouring poison on his ears while he slept, a metaphor for his lies and how his words were like poison poured in the ears.
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