Princess Mononoke Fan Fiction ❯ The Chronicles of Princess Mononoke ❯ New Days in Second Life ( Chapter 1 )

Newdays in Second Life

 

Since the time when humanity had almost lost survival to vengeful gods and immortals, everything had changed. Since the time when death seemed near on people's footsteps, everything had changed. Since the time when a vital fight between two opposites has been won over, everything…had changed.

 

Motoko; bounty hunter, heroine, and lover to a killer, walked along a blades of jade grass. She then looked up at the evening sun with the firmament all violet like a blanket of lavender swept across the skies. But then, a brush of wind crawled down her back that tingled her skin. She rubbed her shoulders to sweep off the coldness of the wind. But then, out of no-where, a pair of arms where then swept round her waist and was pulled backwards. Her back was then pressed onto the front body of a male. She was startled at first and struggled a little, but she then looked up above her head and saw a man; white midnight blue hair, pale turquoise eyes, and two navy blue tiger stripes on both cheeks.

“Sasuke, must you always scare me like that?” Motoko questioned him with a small tinge of irate.

“Like I said before; it's only because I love you.” Motoko then smiled calmly at his face.

“I'll never know where I would be without you.”

“Probably somewhere in a ditch.” Motoko kicked him gently behind her but Sasuke caressed her even tighter.

“You seem so different now.”

“I have you, Ashitaka and San to thank.” He then lowered his head and kissed Motoko softly on her lips.

“You soft touch.” Motoko cheekily whispered to him.

“I'm never soft.” Sasuke chuckled to her, and then stared at the sky. “It's getting dark; we must be heading back.” But then Motoko stumbled a little as then Sasuke wrapped his arms closer to her, but then they both looked at the sky once more as they observed the moons translucency fading into the indigo heavens.

 

In the clearness of the skies, came upon the silver stars that glistened in the reflection of the waters above. The waves of the grass blended within a whole flourish of light-hearted colors of sakura pink, ocean blue and jade green. A lullaby from the wind began to sing as she brushed her voice through the rustling leaves of the bushes and the trees, as if it was an earthly spirit. It was…peaceful, wondrous, surreal. But there was a manly figure standing on top of the soft blades of prairie. A sort of, 18 years old boy, his brunette hair flowed fluently with the zephyr, his healthy tone of a body stood still like a statue against the zephyr, but his eyes were grey, humane, yet the soul deep within his heart is half supernatural, not a mutation, but an evolution of the mythical world of gods and demons. He face was serenely smiling, maybe to something, or someone. He saw Sasuke looking at him; grumpy as usual, but there was still some sort of happiness inside his lips. However, when the wind blew a pixie dust f leaves and tears, the figure the boy was staring at changes into Motoko jovially looking at him, he still carried on smiling. And when the last time the wind sung, the fatigue change once more, into a girl he desires to share his life with. Greenish auburn hair, long athletic legs, wolf tribal markings sketched onto her cheeks and forehead, grey eyes, with a dress sewn from a pelt. She was, in his eyes, beautiful. And then, the boy saw her soft lips whisper a name.

 

Ashitaka…Ashitaka…Ashitaka…Ashitaka…