[In-Box/Compose/Addresses/Folders/Options/LogOut] [A Tip From Hotmail.] Click here for more information. Read Message RELATED: Dictionary Thesaurus -------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 17:57:46 -0400 From: cindy franklin Save Address Block Sender To: spiffykun@hotmail.com, Kiranati1@aol.com, MrPsycho00@aol.com, skyechan@ptd.net, CyraLin@aol.com, ianstu@ibm.net, llarry@infinet.net, gall9262@kutztown.edu, WatIsnaim@aol.com, YUKIDRAGON@aol.com Subject: Old Memories and New Friends [Reply/ReplyAll/Forward] [Delete] [Prev/Next Message] [Close] [-] (Non-RPG: this post is written with the assumption that Chuin, Wataru, and Estela all arrived at the Inn on the same day, but different times.) ************************************************************** Chuin stayed in his room long enough to put the few things he had away. He wanted to get out and tour the town, hoping the walk would help clear his mind. Unfortunantly, it didn't, though he did learn his way around a bit. He came back to the Inn, bathed, and bumped into a girl on his way back to his room. ************************************************************ [insert Estela's post here] *********************************************************** He shut the door behind him and took a deep breath. He had only took a wild guess on her clothes. He wasn't really sure, but he knew they weren't Toru, and he hadn't seen that style in the town. He knew he sounded like an idiot, but at least he had managed to talk to someone and not have to worry about trying to talk around his foot. If only he could clear his mind. If only he could stop thinking about his home. He sat down on the bed and reached into his pouch. He withdrew a lock of blue-black hair, tied with a pick ribbon. He gently stroked it. "Hana." She had given it to him the night he left. "Hana. My little flower." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [five years earlier] Chuin tapped on the window. "Hana-chan," he whispered through the blinds. "Hana, it's Ni-chan." Even though he was actually her uncle, she thought of him like a brother. Chuin didn't mind. Being the youngest of five boys, he liked the thought of having a little sister, even if she was the only child of his oldest brother. They were only seven years apart, so they were close enough in age. The blinds opened. "Ni--!" He quickly shushed her and climbed into her room. She said softly, "did you come to spend the night, Ni-chan?" Chuin frequently went over to his brother's house, in the next villiage. He and Hana would share a bed. Chuin shook his head. "I'm sorry, Hana-chan. I came to say that I'm leaving." "Leaving??" She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I don't want you to leave, Ni-chan! Why do you hafta leave? Why?" He hugged her, sorrow tearing him apart. How could he explain to her that he had been kicked out of his villiage? That his family had disowned him. How could he explain that to a seven year old, when he didn't really understand himself. "I want to leave," he lied. "I want to see the world. See other people and places." "Then take me with you," she said, quietly. "I want to go with you." "I can't take you, my little flower. You're too young." He pulled her back, got down on his knees and looked at her. "But I promise you, I'll return and tell you all about what I saw and did, okay?" "Promise?" "I promise I'll return." He twirled a lock of her hair with his finger. It was breaking his heart to leave her. Of all his family, he was the closest to her. "Ni-chan. Can I give you a lock of my hair? That way, you'll remember me and remember your promise." Tears stung his eyes. In a hoarse whisper he said, "I would never forget you, Hana-chan. But, yes, I will take a lock of your hair. Then I can have a piece of you with me at all times." He took a small daggar out of his boot and used it to cut a small lock of her hair. Hana took one of her pink ribbons and tied the lock. Chuin put it in his pouch. "There, now you'll always be with me. And then, someday, I'll return to you." They gave each other a kiss on the cheek and another hug, before Chuin climbed out the window. He turned again to Hana. "Little flower, could you promise me something?" She nodded. "Promise me you'll never believe anything bad that people might say about me." "Bad things? What bad things? You could never be bad, Ni-chan." Chuin smiled fondly at her. "But if anyone says anything bad, I'll call them a liar." Chuin gave her another kiss on the cheek. "Arigato, Hana-chan. Sayonara, my little flower." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chuin wiped a tear from his eye. Even after five years, he felt a deep loss for her. He wanted to see her again, but knew his family would never accept him. He would never see his "little flower" again. Stiffling a sob, he tucked the lock of hair back into his pouch. He laid back onto his bed and whispered. "Forgive me, Hana-chan." [Reply/ReplyAll/Forward] [Delete] [Prev/Next Message] [Close] [-] [Move To] [A Tip From Hotmail.] Click here for more information. [In-Box/Compose/Addresses/Folders/Options/LogOut] ---------------------------------------------------------------- © 1996-1998 Hotmail. All Rights Reserved. [Contact Us|Help]