Post by Ayame Sohma on Aug 11, 2006 21:43:31 GMT -5
ooc: I shall now introduce a new, SERIOUS Aaya. Even Ayame can't easily brush away the fact that his own brother tried to kill him... Of course, I might just be writing him this way because I am in a bad mood. Who knows.
bic: Aaya walked out of Shigure's house, masaging his neck thoughtfully. If he wasn't so concerned about making friends with Yuki, he might have been angry. Instead, he felt like a failure.
What has gotten into me? he wondered. Am I running away? He looked back at the house. Something had kept him from bouncing off of the ground and making Yuki a batch of cookies ((Which is what he would have done if I hadn't been inspired)). With a sigh, Aaya kept walking.
He began to reflect on recent events. Yuki was stressed about something...
"Stupid Ayame!" he scolded himself. "Once again, just when your dear baby brother needed you, you ran away!" He slapped the back of his hand against his forehead. "I should have embraced him and allowed him to cry on my shoulder! Oh dear Yuki!" Ayame was quite tempted to rush back to the house, but once again, something stopped him. He headed deeper into the woods.
Thinking about it now, Aaya was amazed at how sane Yuki actually was. After all, he had been sick for so long, shunned by his brother (sigh), overcontrolled by his mother, locked up by Akito... Not many people could endure that much and still put on a happy face.
"I have an incredible brother."
Soon, Ayame reached the edge of the woods. He had taken his secret trail, which lead almost directly to his shop, so the trip didn't take too long.
Before he left the woods, he took a fine-toothed cob from his pockt and fixed his hair. Once all the leaves were out of his silver tresses, he headed straight for the shop, only stopping to wave jovially at some people on the street.
The "OPEN" sign in his shop window didn't give Ayame the comfort it usually gave him as he walked through the door.
Mine, Aaya's shop assistant, rushed towards him, but he held out a hand to stop her. "I shall be quite busy for a few hours, Mine. Tea would be nice." He smiled at her encouragingly before going upstairs to his workshop.
He sat by his sewing machine, thinking. Almost without a thought, he began creating. He pulled out a silk cloth that suited his mood: it was a deep purple with a dreary black pattern. This would probably become a mourning dress, but Aaya wasn't thinking about it. As soon as the sewing machine was on, Ayame was in a trance. His mind was at peace for the moment; his hands worked by themselves.
Mine knew better than to give bring him tea when he said he would be busy. It would be wasted. Ayame Sohma lost himself in his own world when he created, and only a completed creation could bring him back.
bic: Aaya walked out of Shigure's house, masaging his neck thoughtfully. If he wasn't so concerned about making friends with Yuki, he might have been angry. Instead, he felt like a failure.
What has gotten into me? he wondered. Am I running away? He looked back at the house. Something had kept him from bouncing off of the ground and making Yuki a batch of cookies ((Which is what he would have done if I hadn't been inspired)). With a sigh, Aaya kept walking.
He began to reflect on recent events. Yuki was stressed about something...
"Stupid Ayame!" he scolded himself. "Once again, just when your dear baby brother needed you, you ran away!" He slapped the back of his hand against his forehead. "I should have embraced him and allowed him to cry on my shoulder! Oh dear Yuki!" Ayame was quite tempted to rush back to the house, but once again, something stopped him. He headed deeper into the woods.
Thinking about it now, Aaya was amazed at how sane Yuki actually was. After all, he had been sick for so long, shunned by his brother (sigh), overcontrolled by his mother, locked up by Akito... Not many people could endure that much and still put on a happy face.
"I have an incredible brother."
Soon, Ayame reached the edge of the woods. He had taken his secret trail, which lead almost directly to his shop, so the trip didn't take too long.
Before he left the woods, he took a fine-toothed cob from his pockt and fixed his hair. Once all the leaves were out of his silver tresses, he headed straight for the shop, only stopping to wave jovially at some people on the street.
The "OPEN" sign in his shop window didn't give Ayame the comfort it usually gave him as he walked through the door.
Mine, Aaya's shop assistant, rushed towards him, but he held out a hand to stop her. "I shall be quite busy for a few hours, Mine. Tea would be nice." He smiled at her encouragingly before going upstairs to his workshop.
He sat by his sewing machine, thinking. Almost without a thought, he began creating. He pulled out a silk cloth that suited his mood: it was a deep purple with a dreary black pattern. This would probably become a mourning dress, but Aaya wasn't thinking about it. As soon as the sewing machine was on, Ayame was in a trance. His mind was at peace for the moment; his hands worked by themselves.
Mine knew better than to give bring him tea when he said he would be busy. It would be wasted. Ayame Sohma lost himself in his own world when he created, and only a completed creation could bring him back.