kyuuute!

[stalkerbunny]

see see!
Isn't he adorable? ¤_¤
my younger sister drew the plans (actually, it was her idea too...), my mother made most of the work, and I helped a bit...most notably sewed on the wings, ears and mane (rather crookedly and slightly pinched, of course, but the first one isn't that noticeable, and the second actually made the posture better ^_^'...I think.)

Title: Grieve not too well
Author/Artist: me, I'm afraid
Website: http://keraaminenkettu.deviantart.com/ (art, mostly)
Warnings: Naah. Worst that can happen, you'll be bored.
Pairing(s): What counts as such?
Notes: um...a saiyuki fanfic I wrote a while ago. I've only sometimes written at all, just for fun (lately a bit more often), and this is the second fanfic I've ever written (down, that is) *twich* I kinda hope no-one reads this, even... I still don't know if I can write at all, so...
It's inspired by a certain kind of folk songs (that intrigue me). European, so the wrong mythology as well. A common theme seems to be that if someone is grieved too long/loudly, the dead person will come asking what all the noise is about...cause they'd kinda like to sleep thanks. :)
(Aaand, do frogs quark? quak? something else?)




Gojyo stumbled onto the porch of the small house that felt too big. Empty.
He kicked a bottle that rolled somewhere unseen, tried to pull his hands through his hair. Hair that wasn't there, of course.
Had to laugh, really.

"Excuse me?" said a soft voice, and he raised his head.
He hadn't heard the woman approaching at all. Pretty...no, really pretty, but such sad eyes. No tears, worse.
He felt a bite of guilt, but had he even met this one? Seemed familiar, but not really his type, too...too nice, too damn good, if he was any judge.

"I'm sorry to disturb you...but I'm looking for somebody." The woman hesitated, bit her lip "my brother. I...I think I need to find him, I think he is sad." The woman looked at him pleadingly, her skin shining white in twilight, against the dark forest. Why was it so cold suddenly, anyway?

"There's nobody here but me" mumbled Gojyo. "What's with your brother anyway? Did he leave?"
The woman wrung her hands "Something like that, or not really, It's...It's complicated." She sighed deeply "I wish I could just...I'm so tired..." She did look tired, dead tired. Maybe it was the way the shadows fell on her thin face, how the yellow light from the door didn't quite reach it.

Gojyo laughed, sharply. "It's no use looking for people that don't want to be found. If they wanted to be with you they would, you know...sometimes people just leave, when they've done all they can, and you just gotta let them go.”
The girl's serious, pinched face softened a bit. "I hope I'm not too intrusive, but you seem to speak from experience?"

Yeh, you could say that. Gojyo snorted, but looked away under those dark eyes.
They were silent for a long while, him looking at the darkening horizon, and the girl looking at him.

"But...maybe they will return" she said softly. When he looked up, she was smiling sadly. Something eerily familiar in the bones of her face. What color were her eyes, really?

But he never got to know, because they closed and she turned and walked away. For a while he could see the white figure in the twilight, until it was swallowed by the darkness. Only her voice floated back to him:
"Goodbye, I thought I would meet him soon, but perhaps..." He couldn’t quite decide if the voice was relieved or sad.

A frog quarked somewhere, the trees rustled, and only then did he notice the silence, when it was no longer there. The air seemed warm against his icy skin. He shivered a bit, without quite knowing why, suddenly much too sober.