Reconciliation [Yahiko]
Jan 5, 2013 11:29:28 GMT -8
Post by Apple on Jan 5, 2013 11:29:28 GMT -8
Since the last time I'd seen him, a lot had changed. During that time in his home, as I'd professed to him that I was unable to do anything about the mysterious condition that had befallen him, I'd felt .. guilty, in a way. Ever since that day all those years ago, I'd promised to myself that I'd become great - that there would be nothing that I couldn't remedy. And although I'd reached that goal, it seemed as if, despite whatever skill that I had, I was unable to cure him of what had befallen him. However - despite the response I'd had - the feeling of anger which I'd sensed so clearly from him, I'd spent several days and nights researching in to what had happened and what I could do in order to alleviate it. However - as far as I could tell from much tiresome studies, it was a process that couldn't be reversed, and although I somehow felt responsible for what had happened, I also felt somewhat relieved that I'd done all that I could to look in to the subject. But, that day had been several months ago, and I'd only seen him a few times between that space. A flash of a familiar face in a crowd, his form hidden; or strange sounds coming from the shack that he'd called home. With the manor now fully renovated to accommodate people, I wanted to open up the possibility of him coming back. But given the response I'd received from him in regards to my connection to Kouketsu, I felt dubious of whether or not he even wanted to see me. However - I wasn't going to give up that easily. He was still my cousin, after all.
It was a dreary day, just like that time all those months ago wherein he'd punched a whole wall out of anger, and, moving quickly to shield myself from the rain that softly fell down, I moved myself towards the location of his home, before reaching the door. It was a fragile construction - and frankly, having lived out here for so long with little contact with other people, as it seemed, my concern for him was unrelenting. Having arrived, I then knocked on the door a total of three times; a number that he would recognize. Gazing up at the sky for a few moments, I then turned my attention back towards the door, and waited for him to open up. Whether or not he was going to allow me in was another question in itself, but with such little time left before the child was due to be born, I didn't want to allow such sour thoughts to preserve across time, nor did I want them to simmer and come to a boil later on in time. He was as much family to Akatome as he was to me; and I didn't want whatever negativity Akatome felt towards myself and Kouketsu to transfer on to him.Knock, Knock. Knock
"..Akatome! -- Akatome, it's me."
"..Are you home?"
I asked, my tone of voice raised in some attempt to call upon the figure who I could only assume was home. The top of my head becoming steadily coated in a shimmering layer of raindrops, I kept waiting, a single hand protectively on my stomach, whilst the other pressed softly against the worn wooden door.