Fan Fiction ❯ Crow Marionette ❯ Snow in Summer ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Heita_Genoufuka 
A youthful performer and a servant of a king, in love and seeing each other for the last time on the seventh day of the seventh month.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.08.2005 | Updated On: 06.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
A youthful performer and a servant of a king, in love and seeing each other for the last time on the seventh day of the seventh month.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 06.08.2005 | Updated On: 06.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Crows roam the lands in summer and soft, pure snow touches down to Earth, defying the weather. Finally, these two elements meet again, and for one more night, they are in love.
Fuyuyuki had spent three hell-like days trying to adjust to the new functions of Watamashi castle. It relieved her to know that the Crow slept at her side every night to keep her sane. Ten years her senior, he had much wisdom to share with the lovely, youthful performer. "Soft snow is delicate, and cold to the touch," Karasu would tell her as he wrapped his muscular arms around her and rough fingers ran up the back of her cherry blossom print yukata to the nape of her neck. "I shall try my best to keep the snow from melting under such intense heat."
"And the snow will keep the crow cool on his flight in return," she would reply as she ran a small hand down the back of his head. As they caressed each other at the edge of the river, her fingers became entangled in his thick hair. She tried to yank her hand free, but Karasu leapt back in pain, tripped over his own feet, and fell backwards, bringing Fuyuyuki down with him. They broke the water with a great splash. It was deeper than they had imagined, and the two eventually bobbed to the surface.
"That was uncalled for," the young man breathed with a snort, and vengefully splashed her in the face for her clumsiness. The girl yelled out, wiped her face, and playfully returned the splash, soaking Karasu further. They exchanged smirks, and even more vigorous splashes, until neither had the energy to soak the other. Day turned to night as they spent hours under the sun to dry out their wet clothes and bodies at the edge of the lake.
"A shooting star just passed," she stated, closing her eyes slowly. She groped for his hand and gripped it tightly. Karasu witnessed another, and instead of informing her, he pulled her close and allowed her to drift off to sleep in his arms.
"I don't know if you can hear me now," he whispered to her, "but I had a premonition of my own death just two months before we met. I often wonder if I will still be here tomorrow." Clearing the silky hair that became warm in the sun from her face, he placed a tender kiss on her cheek. "My regards, maiden of snow. I would love to have the time to make you mine." He held her hoping that the night he would spend with her would not be the last.
Fuyuyuki blinked sleepily and reached across her futon for her lover, but only felt the tatami floor. Her eyes opened abruptly, and she sat up, glancing around the room for Karasu. It was the seventh day of the seventh month. She had been dressed in a white yukata and placed into her own bed, and then left behind by the arrogant crow. As she exasperatedly threw off her covers, she discovered his silver crow amulet sitting between her legs, and she became nervous.
The frightened girl rushed madly to dress herself in a yellow chrysanthemum print yukata, wore the amulet around her own neck, and tied back her hair with a white ribbon, then exited her room quietly and quickly. On her way to the front of the castle she met no one to inform her of the horrible news that awaited her, and she rushed out to the river. The sun beat down violently on the back of her hands and neck as she searched the surrounding area for Karasu.
Finally exhausted, she rested on the bridge in dismay, and a lone magpie landed on her shoulder when night fell. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she asked it kindly. Her eyes sparkled with tears, and the bird flew away into the stars when she lowered her head and wept. Her shoulders shook as she clutched the amulet in her delicate hand and felt its warmth. It reminded her of the calloused hands of Karasu, warm to the touch, completely different from her own hands, which were as soft and cold as snow.
"Please don't cry, maiden of snow." Fuyuyuki looked up abruptly, and turned her head to see Karasu croutching down beside her. "I wanted to tell you something before I left." Before he could speak, she pounced on him and hugged him around the neck like a lost child who had finally found their guardian. He helped her stand, and pulled her into a tender kiss. When their lips broke apart, they hugged each other warmly and he whispered in her ear. "I love you, delicate snow."
Everything seemed to melt away into the surrounding river. The only sounds were the whirring of the cicadas and the flapping of birds' wings. Fuyuyuki stood alone in the middle of the bridge, clutching the amulet and wiping tears from her eyes. She did not know if she wanted to cry or scream, but something seemed to be wrong. An empty space formed inside her heart, and for some reason, she could not recall what had been there.
When she returned to her room in the castle, her emotions spilled out of her like blood in a sliced jugular. Karasu was gone. She did not know where, but the only thing she had to remember him by was his precious amulet, his protection from harm and evil. This she clung to greedily, and promised never to let it go or damage it. Sleep came easily, as she was upset and exhausted. Her love did not pay her a visit in her dreams as she had hoped, and her night was one of dread.
With the rising sun came the news of Karasu's death. He had been accused of questioning the authority of the king, and executed in a neighboring country for the crime of treason. His home was to be destroyed, and his belongings to be burned. The king stated that he would be wiped from history, never to be spoken of again. Deep in her heart, his lover knew that he would live again, and that a year was not an eternity.
Fuyuyuki had spent three hell-like days trying to adjust to the new functions of Watamashi castle. It relieved her to know that the Crow slept at her side every night to keep her sane. Ten years her senior, he had much wisdom to share with the lovely, youthful performer. "Soft snow is delicate, and cold to the touch," Karasu would tell her as he wrapped his muscular arms around her and rough fingers ran up the back of her cherry blossom print yukata to the nape of her neck. "I shall try my best to keep the snow from melting under such intense heat."
"And the snow will keep the crow cool on his flight in return," she would reply as she ran a small hand down the back of his head. As they caressed each other at the edge of the river, her fingers became entangled in his thick hair. She tried to yank her hand free, but Karasu leapt back in pain, tripped over his own feet, and fell backwards, bringing Fuyuyuki down with him. They broke the water with a great splash. It was deeper than they had imagined, and the two eventually bobbed to the surface.
"That was uncalled for," the young man breathed with a snort, and vengefully splashed her in the face for her clumsiness. The girl yelled out, wiped her face, and playfully returned the splash, soaking Karasu further. They exchanged smirks, and even more vigorous splashes, until neither had the energy to soak the other. Day turned to night as they spent hours under the sun to dry out their wet clothes and bodies at the edge of the lake.
"A shooting star just passed," she stated, closing her eyes slowly. She groped for his hand and gripped it tightly. Karasu witnessed another, and instead of informing her, he pulled her close and allowed her to drift off to sleep in his arms.
"I don't know if you can hear me now," he whispered to her, "but I had a premonition of my own death just two months before we met. I often wonder if I will still be here tomorrow." Clearing the silky hair that became warm in the sun from her face, he placed a tender kiss on her cheek. "My regards, maiden of snow. I would love to have the time to make you mine." He held her hoping that the night he would spend with her would not be the last.
Fuyuyuki blinked sleepily and reached across her futon for her lover, but only felt the tatami floor. Her eyes opened abruptly, and she sat up, glancing around the room for Karasu. It was the seventh day of the seventh month. She had been dressed in a white yukata and placed into her own bed, and then left behind by the arrogant crow. As she exasperatedly threw off her covers, she discovered his silver crow amulet sitting between her legs, and she became nervous.
The frightened girl rushed madly to dress herself in a yellow chrysanthemum print yukata, wore the amulet around her own neck, and tied back her hair with a white ribbon, then exited her room quietly and quickly. On her way to the front of the castle she met no one to inform her of the horrible news that awaited her, and she rushed out to the river. The sun beat down violently on the back of her hands and neck as she searched the surrounding area for Karasu.
Finally exhausted, she rested on the bridge in dismay, and a lone magpie landed on her shoulder when night fell. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she asked it kindly. Her eyes sparkled with tears, and the bird flew away into the stars when she lowered her head and wept. Her shoulders shook as she clutched the amulet in her delicate hand and felt its warmth. It reminded her of the calloused hands of Karasu, warm to the touch, completely different from her own hands, which were as soft and cold as snow.
"Please don't cry, maiden of snow." Fuyuyuki looked up abruptly, and turned her head to see Karasu croutching down beside her. "I wanted to tell you something before I left." Before he could speak, she pounced on him and hugged him around the neck like a lost child who had finally found their guardian. He helped her stand, and pulled her into a tender kiss. When their lips broke apart, they hugged each other warmly and he whispered in her ear. "I love you, delicate snow."
Everything seemed to melt away into the surrounding river. The only sounds were the whirring of the cicadas and the flapping of birds' wings. Fuyuyuki stood alone in the middle of the bridge, clutching the amulet and wiping tears from her eyes. She did not know if she wanted to cry or scream, but something seemed to be wrong. An empty space formed inside her heart, and for some reason, she could not recall what had been there.
When she returned to her room in the castle, her emotions spilled out of her like blood in a sliced jugular. Karasu was gone. She did not know where, but the only thing she had to remember him by was his precious amulet, his protection from harm and evil. This she clung to greedily, and promised never to let it go or damage it. Sleep came easily, as she was upset and exhausted. Her love did not pay her a visit in her dreams as she had hoped, and her night was one of dread.
With the rising sun came the news of Karasu's death. He had been accused of questioning the authority of the king, and executed in a neighboring country for the crime of treason. His home was to be destroyed, and his belongings to be burned. The king stated that he would be wiped from history, never to be spoken of again. Deep in her heart, his lover knew that he would live again, and that a year was not an eternity.