Gensokyo Man !!L3MGOyMGOz 2008/06/30 (Mon) 13:34 No. 45755 ▼ File 121485809842.jpg - (402.61KB, 480x640 , 642a5bdac902b6da1393bd215693235f.jpg)
[x] Mokou’s breathing.
It’s jarring as you land on your face, caught on a bramble's root. But there’s no time. Those idiots will do it soon. Quickly, you push yourself up using your tiny dirty hands, liberally peppered with scratches, some still bleeding as you push yourself to continue up the mountain top. No matter how much it hurt. You have to make it closer up. The goal isn’t too far- Panting heavily, in your bare feet you dig once more into the sloped, rocky mountainside. The procession is in sight. They haven’t reached the top yet either. You can’t help but laugh to no one but yourself. You may have had a head start, but they had had carriages and everything. Your clothing, once nice and formal, were ripped and torn, dirtied with sweat and grime. But you didn’t care. Your motivation was greater than any cut, or any thousand falls.
It was in sight.
Feet callused and cut, you drag yourself further up, your face twisted into a maniacal grin. He’d never return, and it was all her fault. All her fault. But you’d find her. You knew you had to, from the moment you heard that news from inside of that brainless sitting room, the serving girls whispering rumors amongst themselves so noisy. You knew you couldn’t stay there. Father would no longer be there to turn a blind eye at your actions, or keep you from becoming just like the rest of them. No matter where she went, all you needed was her mocking little “gift”, and you’d be able to find her, no matter how long it took. No, time wouldn’t matter then. You bring yourself closer. It’s in that carriage at the back, you assure yourself. You’re ever so very close. Licking dried and cracked lips, you bring yourself over. They’re not looking. It’s the last leg of their journey. Nobody would be desperate enough to follow them this far… Except you. They might have been more alert if they knew, but it was so nice. They were clueless. Quietly, with utmost care You slink over to the door. The sun, beginning to set, provides the shadows you would need as you quietly open the door and clamber in.
It’s there, on that pillow. Why dedicate an expensive looking thing like this to hold just something you were going to throw away; completely pointless. An envelope, already opened but put back to rights. How stupid. Shouldn’t you take something you’re offered? You’re going to rectify that mistake quite cleanly. Moving over, you wipe dirt smudges hands on a pair of breeches, stolen of course, you had lacked the money at the time, and slide out a vial from the envelope, your breath quickening. It’s now or never, and with that, you open it up, and, down the hatch in one swift, decisive gulp, with no reservations or seconds thoughts…
She’ll pay.
Oh, yeah.
She’ll pay.
Slowly, your conciousness returns once more to Keine's bedroom after a good night's sleep, for sleeping on the floor. But damn if your dream wasn't pretty weird. As much as being a little dirty loli girl might be entertaining, for a dream, it’s actually pretty creepy. Your eyes drowsily open and you survey the room around you. Your mouth feels a bit dry as you see light pouring in through the windows. Everything is practically silent, but you can still hear the breathing. Maybe Mokou is still asleep… And then, suddenly, a cold hand firmly grips your arm and starts shaking it.
”Hey. Heeey. Wake up. It’s mooorning. You’re boooring when you sleep.” You can’t mistake that light toned, happy voice for anything other than Cirno’s, however, who is kneeling right next to you as you turn your head to look over at her. She still looks as happy as ever. Did she even sleep, anyways, or did she just humor you? Doesn’t matter, really.
”And a good morning to you too, Cirno. Everyone wants to wake up to someone in their face, I’m sure.” You reply dryly as she keeps a untarnished, mischevious grin on her face, before you use a hand to rub your eyes blearily. What time is it, anyways? Looking, up, it’s about 10 AM. Huh, maybe Cirno is more patient than you give her credit for, or she actually did sleep in. What you do know, however, is that there’s something you need to ask...
[ ] “Did Mokou wake up?”
[ ] “Did anyone come by?
[ ] “Did Keine come back?”
[ ] “Did you sleep well, Cirno?”
