[Okami] Lunar Positioning
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonsheenYou know you have a Jewish Grandmother when you're subject to the sentence: "You're so thin now! You're too thin. Don't lose any more weight."
Noooot planning on it, Mama.
In the mean time, Waka is still a dick.
She ran. It was a bad idea to run. It would only give them more reason to believe whatever it was they’d thought she’d done wrong, but she’d been scared. The guards had come from no where. One of them took her arm. “Please don’t think ill of me, Miss,” he’d said, “But they are His Majesty’s orders.” So she ran, leaving her wares spilled all over the street. It was midday in Sei-an. Kaguya longed for the night. For lack of it she fumbled for the coins in her pouch. If there was a spring nearby, she could make an offering….
She had been running with a sidewise gait, to see if she had lost them, so she didn’t see the man ‘till it was nearly too late. He had been slouching in the entrance of the nearby grove, and all Kaguya saw was the vague shape of him before she twisted away, lost her balance, tripped over her sleeve and started, horribly, to fall backwards. When she fell it was difficult to stand up again, her clothes dragged her down so. She would not be seeing Grandfather that evening, if that happened.
She was caught in the crook of an arm, with a hand circling her wrist. She hovered several inches above the ground, sleeves swaying in a sudden breeze.
“Captain!” came the startled shouts behind her. The guards had not been as far behind as Kaguya had hoped. She should not have run. It had probably only been a misunderstanding, she had probably forgotten to present her travel papers to the right person, now they would just think she had done something bad.
“Oh, please,” she’d whispered to her surprised captor, as he pulled her back up onto her feet. His hand stayed where it was. He held her lightly, but it was the lightness that came with the finest control. Kaguya could feel it in his fingers. “Oh, please let me go. If I have done something wrong, I apologize. I don’t remember anything at all!”
The man cocked his head at the guards. “What is this?” he asked them, curiously, and then he had a good look at her. A shadow passed over his face, dark and fleeting. “Ah,” he said, in a very different voice. He turned back to address the men. There were three of them, shuffling awkwardly. They’d run into each other when they’d come to a halt, and man in the lead had managed to get a jab from a spear. “I trust you are not here to arrest moi? You would need a very special warrant for that.”
“N-no, Captain--” stammered the lead man, rubbing his behind self-consciously as he hopped from foot to foot. “Express orders from the Emperor. The bamboo seller Kaguya is to come for questioning. We don’t…” He trailed off with a wince.
“Orders from the Emperor? And what could la petite princesse have done to warrant an imperial decree, I wonder.”
The guard hung his head. “We don’t know, Sir.”
“Hm,” the Captain, whatever he was the Captain of looked back down at Kaguya. “Do you?”
She had bought a dumpling, from a vendor. Perhaps she had not done it right. That could not have been it. “No?”
“Nor do I! What bad luck.” He laughed, and carefully flicked a twig off the arm of her robe. “You are out of my jurisdiction.” He said it so cheerfully that she nearly misunderstood. Seeing the way her face brightened, he clarified: “You will have to go with them.”
“No!” cried Kaguya. She tried to pull free, but as she had predicted, his hand closed tight over her wrist. She could not move. “Please! I beg you--”
He pulled her close so suddenly it scared her. “And for you, some advice,” he said, so only she could hear. His tone was somehow both soothing an alarming at the same time: “Whatever they say, do not give it to them.” That was when Kaguya saw the paleness in the eyes that had just barely cracked open to regard her. She saw the strands of gold hair peeking out from under his headdress, the same color as hers…
“Wait,” she began. “Who are you. Where are you--”
“It shouldn’t be too long a wait,” was all the man said. With a chuckle and a twirl that sent her spinning into the arms of the waiting guards, he vanished before anything more could be asked of him.
Noooot planning on it, Mama.
In the mean time, Waka is still a dick.
She ran. It was a bad idea to run. It would only give them more reason to believe whatever it was they’d thought she’d done wrong, but she’d been scared. The guards had come from no where. One of them took her arm. “Please don’t think ill of me, Miss,” he’d said, “But they are His Majesty’s orders.” So she ran, leaving her wares spilled all over the street. It was midday in Sei-an. Kaguya longed for the night. For lack of it she fumbled for the coins in her pouch. If there was a spring nearby, she could make an offering….
She had been running with a sidewise gait, to see if she had lost them, so she didn’t see the man ‘till it was nearly too late. He had been slouching in the entrance of the nearby grove, and all Kaguya saw was the vague shape of him before she twisted away, lost her balance, tripped over her sleeve and started, horribly, to fall backwards. When she fell it was difficult to stand up again, her clothes dragged her down so. She would not be seeing Grandfather that evening, if that happened.
She was caught in the crook of an arm, with a hand circling her wrist. She hovered several inches above the ground, sleeves swaying in a sudden breeze.
“Captain!” came the startled shouts behind her. The guards had not been as far behind as Kaguya had hoped. She should not have run. It had probably only been a misunderstanding, she had probably forgotten to present her travel papers to the right person, now they would just think she had done something bad.
“Oh, please,” she’d whispered to her surprised captor, as he pulled her back up onto her feet. His hand stayed where it was. He held her lightly, but it was the lightness that came with the finest control. Kaguya could feel it in his fingers. “Oh, please let me go. If I have done something wrong, I apologize. I don’t remember anything at all!”
The man cocked his head at the guards. “What is this?” he asked them, curiously, and then he had a good look at her. A shadow passed over his face, dark and fleeting. “Ah,” he said, in a very different voice. He turned back to address the men. There were three of them, shuffling awkwardly. They’d run into each other when they’d come to a halt, and man in the lead had managed to get a jab from a spear. “I trust you are not here to arrest moi? You would need a very special warrant for that.”
“N-no, Captain--” stammered the lead man, rubbing his behind self-consciously as he hopped from foot to foot. “Express orders from the Emperor. The bamboo seller Kaguya is to come for questioning. We don’t…” He trailed off with a wince.
“Orders from the Emperor? And what could la petite princesse have done to warrant an imperial decree, I wonder.”
The guard hung his head. “We don’t know, Sir.”
“Hm,” the Captain, whatever he was the Captain of looked back down at Kaguya. “Do you?”
She had bought a dumpling, from a vendor. Perhaps she had not done it right. That could not have been it. “No?”
“Nor do I! What bad luck.” He laughed, and carefully flicked a twig off the arm of her robe. “You are out of my jurisdiction.” He said it so cheerfully that she nearly misunderstood. Seeing the way her face brightened, he clarified: “You will have to go with them.”
“No!” cried Kaguya. She tried to pull free, but as she had predicted, his hand closed tight over her wrist. She could not move. “Please! I beg you--”
He pulled her close so suddenly it scared her. “And for you, some advice,” he said, so only she could hear. His tone was somehow both soothing an alarming at the same time: “Whatever they say, do not give it to them.” That was when Kaguya saw the paleness in the eyes that had just barely cracked open to regard her. She saw the strands of gold hair peeking out from under his headdress, the same color as hers…
“Wait,” she began. “Who are you. Where are you--”
“It shouldn’t be too long a wait,” was all the man said. With a chuckle and a twirl that sent her spinning into the arms of the waiting guards, he vanished before anything more could be asked of him.
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Date: 2007-06-20 05:28 pm (UTC)Which is to say also, Waka IS a dick, but a lot of fun to read♥