To know limits is to be inside a black birdcage.
Kuroi Torikago, Kanon Wakeshima.
To live life being free is a mere delusion we immerse ourselves within because we know everything has a hefty price that must be paid. There is no such thing as freedom, only the binding limits which enclose surrounding the clipped wings on our backs, in our minds and hearts. We are trapped inside of our nightmares, our hopelessness, our despair and our pain, but most of all; we are lost, enveloped by the dark somber cover of our own shadows, ensnaring our souls tightly contained in a birdcage.
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La Volière
A Prince of Tennis AU Fanfiction
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is the work of Konomi Takeshi. Original Characters belong to both Ayumi Nazu and Kiwi respectively. Plot was imagined by Kiwi.
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of my Prince of Tennis fanfiction series, "La Volière" that was mentioned in previous entries. In any case, I hoped you like the read.
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How long until the darkness may swallow me whole? How long will I exist in the deep recesses of this place where I am bound to?
How long?
How long?
How long?
Wanting for time to pass by is like waiting for the rain on a bright cloudless sunny day in summer. Time is a wicked phenomenon, torturing us with the seconds that pass by so slowly and the days that go by too quickly.
The dark before my eyes cloud my sight and I can’t see. Too many things brought on by time has only bestowed me sorrow and grief, when will this dream end? And when will time finally stop, if just for a single moment?
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“I sincerely offer my condolences Suzuyu-sama and do hope that you can cope with yourself being too young for the position that is given to you. Perhaps you should give the position to someone with more experience?”
“I’m sorry for your loss Suzuyu-sama; it must be so lonely now without your dearest grandmother.”
She was seen and not heard; he stood by her side as an anchor of support, but she never acknowledged his presence. She stood before the public eye in a sickeningly desolate pale condition and they broke her down without any hint of sympathy.
“How can she possibly be the next head of her family? It’s preposterous!”
Because these people were the higher nobles standing on prominent positions in the social hierarchy that was the rule of their country of Japan, they could spit at her adolescent face and mock her for what she was now. An abandoned child grown too quickly for the world she was about to face.
“What a lame looking girl. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t survive any longer than her grandmother did, the old crone.”
Sanada Genichirou only watched as she received hostile abuse wrapped in a sweet timbre within their saddened condolences for the ill-fated death of her grandmother, the former head of the young girl’s lineage. His dark eyes focused on the girl and nothing else.
“I’m glad that haggard witch left but now there’s her to deal with…”
Sanada could not find ways of ever trying to console the girl for if he were to speak, she would most probably shatter by his harsh words laced with reality. He admitted that she had become pathetic and was being too overly dramatic about the whole situation. Yet, he couldn’t blame her for her weakness.
“Thank you for understanding however,” Sanada raised a hand and placed it upon the girl’s shoulder, “I believe Suzuyu-sama will withdraw, please excuse her.” He slid his hand down to grasp her delicate hand firmly and together, the two left the suffocating room.
The couple walked down the long pathways and hallways in pure utter silence, the only sounds ringing in their ears were each and every breath they took and the reverberating footsteps echoing belonging to the other.
She looked up to gaze at the taller masculine figure holding her hand in his own, he was her protector ever since they were children. That was all she thought of him as, an opaque shield preserving her simple happiness that seemed completely bleak at the moment.
She opened her lips, “Where are we going?”
“I am escorting you back to your room, Suzuyu-sama.” His words were straightforward and sharp like a piercing arrow aimed deadly at enemies and adversaries alike. But his tone was hinting at a substance that was much softer than steel.
“Even when I hadn’t requested it,” Sanada led her around the corner and she pressed on with her inquiry, “you choose to act on your own free will?”
There was a short pause and he replied, “It is my duty more so than my will that brought on my…inexcusable behavior. I understand my actions were distasteful, pardon my rashness, Suzuyu-sama.”
She watched as he halted and was about to turn to lower himself at her feet.
“Please,” she raised both of her arms from the long sleeves of her silk cloth kimono and placed her palms on the center of Sanada’s chest, “no need. You don’t need to; you’re my fiancé after all. ”
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