the power of song
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synchronicalHey, Kaito says one evening, do you know what it is, that makes an utahime's song different from any other?
Len looks up from where he's poking at the fire; Kaito's smile looks mostly composed of shadows and angles. Meiko is glaring at him, as if she'd like very much to put her sword through his throat; Kamui sits still with his arms closed and his head bowed. He may be asleep. It's hard to tell. Len's hand creeps up and he grasps at his necklace until the edges of the metal cut into his fingers.
No, he says reluctantly. I don't.
Haha! Kaito smiles even wider, touching his index fingers to the corners of his mouth. His eyes slit halfway open. You don't even have a guess?
If I knew, I wouldn't say that, Len says. He squares his shoulders and meets Kaito's eyes. Tell me.
Len, Meiko says quickly. You don't have to listen him, if you have any questions, I--
But you haven't told him yet, have you? Kaito says. Two weeks on the road, and you haven't said a thing. You've bled together, but you won't trust him with that information? Milady Meiko.
She grits her teeth. Her fingers tighten on her sword. You, she growls. I have half a mind to--
Len, Kaito says, turning away from her. His eyes are completely open: they're a surprisingly bright blue. The magic of the utahime is in her voice. When she sings--when she truly *sings*, she sings her life away. The magic in her song is the strength of her life. That's what makes them so powerful, but that's what makes them so terrible. Do you understand?
Len grips his pendant tighter. He can still hear Rin's voice, and it sounds clear and strong and bright--she doesn't sound afraid, but his own heart is pounding uneasily in his chest.
Do you understand? Kaito says again. His eyes remain open, and though he still smiles, there is nothing friendly about it. Somehow that is more comforting than Meiko's concern or Kamui's quiet support. He did not start this journey because he thought it would be easy.
He nods and drops the pendant. It rests heavily against his breast.
I understand, he says.
Len looks up from where he's poking at the fire; Kaito's smile looks mostly composed of shadows and angles. Meiko is glaring at him, as if she'd like very much to put her sword through his throat; Kamui sits still with his arms closed and his head bowed. He may be asleep. It's hard to tell. Len's hand creeps up and he grasps at his necklace until the edges of the metal cut into his fingers.
No, he says reluctantly. I don't.
Haha! Kaito smiles even wider, touching his index fingers to the corners of his mouth. His eyes slit halfway open. You don't even have a guess?
If I knew, I wouldn't say that, Len says. He squares his shoulders and meets Kaito's eyes. Tell me.
Len, Meiko says quickly. You don't have to listen him, if you have any questions, I--
But you haven't told him yet, have you? Kaito says. Two weeks on the road, and you haven't said a thing. You've bled together, but you won't trust him with that information? Milady Meiko.
She grits her teeth. Her fingers tighten on her sword. You, she growls. I have half a mind to--
Len, Kaito says, turning away from her. His eyes are completely open: they're a surprisingly bright blue. The magic of the utahime is in her voice. When she sings--when she truly *sings*, she sings her life away. The magic in her song is the strength of her life. That's what makes them so powerful, but that's what makes them so terrible. Do you understand?
Len grips his pendant tighter. He can still hear Rin's voice, and it sounds clear and strong and bright--she doesn't sound afraid, but his own heart is pounding uneasily in his chest.
Do you understand? Kaito says again. His eyes remain open, and though he still smiles, there is nothing friendly about it. Somehow that is more comforting than Meiko's concern or Kamui's quiet support. He did not start this journey because he thought it would be easy.
He nods and drops the pendant. It rests heavily against his breast.
I understand, he says.
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Date: 2009-12-22 03:05 pm (UTC)