| Takasugi Shinsaku ( @ 2005-12-04 00:30:00 |
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| Entry tags: | ayu, takasugi |
Oct. 8, 1878 - Morning: Duck Hunting... Again
I'm not sure we've gotten as much rest as we ought to, having been occupying ourselves with other things, but when morning comes around we set out to search for Aisa.
First stop -- Ueno Park. Things I have lost seem to tend to gather there, after all. (What is it about the place, that draws everything there?)
Not to mention the strange slip of paper I found among my belongings this morning when I was sorting through my clothes. I am not sure Ayu noticed it. I am not even sure when it got there.
But I know. I know what it means.
Something seems determined to seep away any remaining cheerfulness from earlier this morning.
I find myself wondering about Himura. So he has found love again, has he? Or so Ayu tells me. I wonder... what kind of a woman she is. And sincerely hope that the turbulence of his emotions yesterday was just a fluke, that this second love of his will go smoother than his first. That he has found happiness after all.
He was young when he first married, younger even than I was.
He was young when we made him into a killer. Our assassin.
I don't want to think of such things, not now, but the simple note tucked away in my clothes now weighs heavily upon my mind.
We have arrived. I am not sure I want to know what we will find here.
It is strange, this uncertainty. When did it come to me, begin to eat away at my very being? There was a time I feared nothing. No, that is not true. There have always been fears, lurking in the shadows of my heart -- but there was a time I had the strength to push them aside in mutiny.
I am going crazy.
I stop and turn to Ayu, but words will not come to me. And yet she is here, and she is real, and she is by my side. This morning was not a dream, nor was yesterday.
There are no such things as ghosts.
(ooc: given info by and directed ayu with permission.)