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Title: you and me against the mountain
Characters: izuko kataro, boriji watanabe
Summary: boriji gets into an accident and is rendered unconscious. izuko struggles with her feelings while waiting for him to wake up. on the other hand, boriji goes face-to-face with the river goddess, a spiritual manifestation of the girl he loves, and comes to terms with his relationship with the girl with the grey eyes and the burden on her shoulder.
Rating: PG-13 ; blood, injuries, angst
1 - what sin was worth sweet ophelia?
Izuko tosses and turns in her sleep, unable to get the evening chill out from under her futon, when she's suddenly jolted awake by the electronic gurgling of one of Bach's overplayed fugues. Scrambling for her phone in the dark and finally finding it tucked beneath her pillow, the girl doesn't hesitate in showing her discontent when she answers the call and groans, "What do you want from me at two a.m. in the morning, Kurata-kun?"
Satoshi usually knows better than this. Despite his rough and tumble appearance, he knows his manners and leaves the midnight phone calls for Reiko to do instead.
"You know I wouldn't call you if it wasn't an emergency. Did I wake up anyone else in your house?"
"I doubt it," Izuko mutters, sinking back beneath the covers, shutting her eyes, and planning to pretend to have no way of helping Satoshi. Sleep is currently a hazy warmth just out of her reach.
"Good," Satoshi's voice pitches up slightly, strained and nervous, "I need you to leave your house, now, and meet me by the park. I called Takazuki already, she's on her way."
"Then she can help you," Izuko retorts, "I'm not exactly in a position to help–"
"Kataro, this is serious, I need you to come here right now," Satoshi is indignant, the biting static of his voice is enough to rouse Izuko slightly more from her drowsiness.
"If it's so important, why won't you tell me what happened?"
"I'm worried it might set you off. You can't panic, not now, not in the middle of night where anyone can wake up and hear you."
"Tell me, Kurata-kun, or I'm not leaving."
"...You drive a hard bargain, Kataro,” Satoshi pauses, his breath labored and tongue clicking against his teeth, “We've been in an accident. I'm alright, just a couple of bumps and scratches, but Watanabe won't wake up. He's bleeding a lot. He needs to get to a hospital now, but I can't let our parents know. They'll ruin him. They'll ruin you."
Izuki feels her skin prickle and her blood run cold. She nearly drops the phone as she scrambles to her feet, pulling on her boots and the first jacket she could find in the dark. She can hear Satoshi chuckling at her frenzy through the phone, but refuses to say a word until she's safely climbed out the window and dropped from the ledge onto the cool ground. The autumn wind is brisk, but the emergency makes it even colder.
"I'm on my way," Izuko whispers, dashing towards the park, leaves crunching beneath her as she runs. She can feel her heart racing inside her chest, throbbing in her ears.
Boriji never fails to set her off. She can’t help it, she thinks, he just does this to her.
---
When Boriji wakes up, he’s graced with a comfortable wind and the softest silk beneath his fingers. His head throbs like he’s been hit by a car, but his mind is at ease and he feels calm – so calm. When he opens his eyes, Boriji finds a cloudless, bright sky and bamboo shoots taller than he can see, but he can’t remember what happened and he can’t seem to be able to prop himself up.
“Where...where am I?” He calls, throat dry and voice hoarse, “is anyone there?”
The light is somewhat blinding, so he rolls over onto his side and finds that he’s on the bank of a river, the water making its way lazily up a mountain.
As far as Boriji knows, water travels down.
The swishing of the river signifies that something’s floating with the current, and so the brunet musters up all of his strength to sit up. He spies something wooden - a boat, maybe - floating towards him, though as it gets closer it starts looking more like a box. As it gets closer, Boriji can see that it’s filled to the brim with leaves and flowers (azaleas, to be exact, because they’re Izuko’s favorite type of flowers).
“Your Ophelia,” he hears a voice behind him, and Boriji turns around to meet the silver eyes of a woman whose gaze pierces his heart.
Long dark hair, pale skin, pink lips, and monochrome eyes – she looks like Izuko but far, far more beautiful. Plus, her lips quirk up with mirth and her eyes sparkle with the wisdom of a thousand years. She’s draped in lavish silk robes, blue like the ocean, rippling and swirling with light, sliding off her pale shoulders - she’s actually shorter than Boriji but her presence is grand, majestic, and larger than life.
“E-excuse me?” He sputters after staring for far too long, “who are you?”
“Your Ophelia,” she repeats, pointing at the river. The box has gotten closer and Boriji can see that inside, amongst all the azaleas and wearing a summer yukata, is Izuko herself. Her eyes are closed, her face peaceful, and her hands folded gently on her chest, flowers tucked into her fingers.
“Kitty-!” Boriji calls out, scrambling towards the river and trying to reach Izuko, but he stumbles and trips while the box continues to slowly float upstream.
“You should really stop calling her that,” the dark-haired woman says, helping Boriji up from the ground. Her touch is cool, almost comforting, but he can’t help but feel uneasy being touched by this woman.
“Who are you? What have you done with Kit- Izuko?”
“I am Mizugami, the goddess of this river. I am your beloved.” When she gathers up her hair, Boriji can see the resemblance – she even has the same scar, a crescent shaped mark on the side of her neck where her cat scratched her. It always makes Boriji’s stomach churn when Izuko exposes her neck like that, crooking up her head while tying her hair, and this woman leaves the same effect on him.
Ophelia, however – that name is familiar. The princess from Hamlet, wasn’t she? It’s been a month or so since they’ve graduated and though he’s planning to go to university in the spring, Boriji can’t remember a single thing he learned in high school. All he knows is that Hamlet is Izuko’s favorite book (besides all that trippy Murakami she reads) and she never stops quoting it.
Reiko likes quoting Shakespeare too, come to think of it, but she likes the bloody plays more and the only thing she remembers are words of glory and death. Girls, Boriji thinks, are just too caught up in their literary worlds.
“So, loverboy,” Mizugami says, smiling to herself in that way - almost reminiscent of Reina, actually, “aren’t you going to save your princess?”
Characters: izuko kataro, boriji watanabe
Summary: boriji gets into an accident and is rendered unconscious. izuko struggles with her feelings while waiting for him to wake up. on the other hand, boriji goes face-to-face with the river goddess, a spiritual manifestation of the girl he loves, and comes to terms with his relationship with the girl with the grey eyes and the burden on her shoulder.
Rating: PG-13 ; blood, injuries, angst
1 - what sin was worth sweet ophelia?
Izuko tosses and turns in her sleep, unable to get the evening chill out from under her futon, when she's suddenly jolted awake by the electronic gurgling of one of Bach's overplayed fugues. Scrambling for her phone in the dark and finally finding it tucked beneath her pillow, the girl doesn't hesitate in showing her discontent when she answers the call and groans, "What do you want from me at two a.m. in the morning, Kurata-kun?"
Satoshi usually knows better than this. Despite his rough and tumble appearance, he knows his manners and leaves the midnight phone calls for Reiko to do instead.
"You know I wouldn't call you if it wasn't an emergency. Did I wake up anyone else in your house?"
"I doubt it," Izuko mutters, sinking back beneath the covers, shutting her eyes, and planning to pretend to have no way of helping Satoshi. Sleep is currently a hazy warmth just out of her reach.
"Good," Satoshi's voice pitches up slightly, strained and nervous, "I need you to leave your house, now, and meet me by the park. I called Takazuki already, she's on her way."
"Then she can help you," Izuko retorts, "I'm not exactly in a position to help–"
"Kataro, this is serious, I need you to come here right now," Satoshi is indignant, the biting static of his voice is enough to rouse Izuko slightly more from her drowsiness.
"If it's so important, why won't you tell me what happened?"
"I'm worried it might set you off. You can't panic, not now, not in the middle of night where anyone can wake up and hear you."
"Tell me, Kurata-kun, or I'm not leaving."
"...You drive a hard bargain, Kataro,” Satoshi pauses, his breath labored and tongue clicking against his teeth, “We've been in an accident. I'm alright, just a couple of bumps and scratches, but Watanabe won't wake up. He's bleeding a lot. He needs to get to a hospital now, but I can't let our parents know. They'll ruin him. They'll ruin you."
Izuki feels her skin prickle and her blood run cold. She nearly drops the phone as she scrambles to her feet, pulling on her boots and the first jacket she could find in the dark. She can hear Satoshi chuckling at her frenzy through the phone, but refuses to say a word until she's safely climbed out the window and dropped from the ledge onto the cool ground. The autumn wind is brisk, but the emergency makes it even colder.
"I'm on my way," Izuko whispers, dashing towards the park, leaves crunching beneath her as she runs. She can feel her heart racing inside her chest, throbbing in her ears.
Boriji never fails to set her off. She can’t help it, she thinks, he just does this to her.
---
When Boriji wakes up, he’s graced with a comfortable wind and the softest silk beneath his fingers. His head throbs like he’s been hit by a car, but his mind is at ease and he feels calm – so calm. When he opens his eyes, Boriji finds a cloudless, bright sky and bamboo shoots taller than he can see, but he can’t remember what happened and he can’t seem to be able to prop himself up.
“Where...where am I?” He calls, throat dry and voice hoarse, “is anyone there?”
The light is somewhat blinding, so he rolls over onto his side and finds that he’s on the bank of a river, the water making its way lazily up a mountain.
As far as Boriji knows, water travels down.
The swishing of the river signifies that something’s floating with the current, and so the brunet musters up all of his strength to sit up. He spies something wooden - a boat, maybe - floating towards him, though as it gets closer it starts looking more like a box. As it gets closer, Boriji can see that it’s filled to the brim with leaves and flowers (azaleas, to be exact, because they’re Izuko’s favorite type of flowers).
“Your Ophelia,” he hears a voice behind him, and Boriji turns around to meet the silver eyes of a woman whose gaze pierces his heart.
Long dark hair, pale skin, pink lips, and monochrome eyes – she looks like Izuko but far, far more beautiful. Plus, her lips quirk up with mirth and her eyes sparkle with the wisdom of a thousand years. She’s draped in lavish silk robes, blue like the ocean, rippling and swirling with light, sliding off her pale shoulders - she’s actually shorter than Boriji but her presence is grand, majestic, and larger than life.
“E-excuse me?” He sputters after staring for far too long, “who are you?”
“Your Ophelia,” she repeats, pointing at the river. The box has gotten closer and Boriji can see that inside, amongst all the azaleas and wearing a summer yukata, is Izuko herself. Her eyes are closed, her face peaceful, and her hands folded gently on her chest, flowers tucked into her fingers.
“Kitty-!” Boriji calls out, scrambling towards the river and trying to reach Izuko, but he stumbles and trips while the box continues to slowly float upstream.
“You should really stop calling her that,” the dark-haired woman says, helping Boriji up from the ground. Her touch is cool, almost comforting, but he can’t help but feel uneasy being touched by this woman.
“Who are you? What have you done with Kit- Izuko?”
“I am Mizugami, the goddess of this river. I am your beloved.” When she gathers up her hair, Boriji can see the resemblance – she even has the same scar, a crescent shaped mark on the side of her neck where her cat scratched her. It always makes Boriji’s stomach churn when Izuko exposes her neck like that, crooking up her head while tying her hair, and this woman leaves the same effect on him.
Ophelia, however – that name is familiar. The princess from Hamlet, wasn’t she? It’s been a month or so since they’ve graduated and though he’s planning to go to university in the spring, Boriji can’t remember a single thing he learned in high school. All he knows is that Hamlet is Izuko’s favorite book (besides all that trippy Murakami she reads) and she never stops quoting it.
Reiko likes quoting Shakespeare too, come to think of it, but she likes the bloody plays more and the only thing she remembers are words of glory and death. Girls, Boriji thinks, are just too caught up in their literary worlds.
“So, loverboy,” Mizugami says, smiling to herself in that way - almost reminiscent of Reina, actually, “aren’t you going to save your princess?”
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