More nameless fic
Mar. 8th, 2006 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Only one scene tonight, I'm afraid....
The dust cloth covering the mirror in the storage room billowed as it fell, landing in airy folds on the floor. Shinku stood before the mirror, as ready as she was going to get, pink beribboned doll cane in one hand, brown handbag slung across her body. Behind her Jun stood, unsure about this idea but resigned to entering the dolls’ N-fields awake.
Setting her destination in mind (a dark cityscape, cold and broken), Shinku activated the mirror. It glowed softly. She looked once at Jun, then stepped through. He immediately followed.
They would enter Suigintou’s N-field at a random point. Shinku would employ Holie to find the exit point, beyond which would be Suigintou. It was not an enterprise without danger. It was also not an enterprise with failure at its end. Whatever happened, she /would/ find Suigintou. At best, she would convince Suigintou to leave behind the white-haired man.
Shinku was not holding any faith in a best-case scenario.
But still, she had to do something. She couldn’t just stand by while her sister entered once more into darkness. Couldn’t let Father’s dream be destroyed....
Even as Suigintou hated her, Shinku was constrained to act as their father would have wished. And as a father should, he had loved them all.
The world of the N-field formed before her, dark and gray and unrelenting. Broken dolls crunched underfoot, and storm clouds promising torrential rain hovered above. An icy wind blew down the empty street. Shinku shivered. Jun picked her up, held her in his arms. She leaned almost unconsciously into his warmth. “Holie,” she spoke, summoning the sprite. “Find Suigintou’s exit,” she instructed, and the bit of animate magic raced off to fulfill her command.
“Do you think it’s far?” Jun asked, shivering himself.
“I don’t know,” Shinku answered, surveying the desolate realm which was Suigintou’s. So barren of life or promise... had her medium lived, Shinku wondered, might that have changed?
The dust cloth covering the mirror in the storage room billowed as it fell, landing in airy folds on the floor. Shinku stood before the mirror, as ready as she was going to get, pink beribboned doll cane in one hand, brown handbag slung across her body. Behind her Jun stood, unsure about this idea but resigned to entering the dolls’ N-fields awake.
Setting her destination in mind (a dark cityscape, cold and broken), Shinku activated the mirror. It glowed softly. She looked once at Jun, then stepped through. He immediately followed.
They would enter Suigintou’s N-field at a random point. Shinku would employ Holie to find the exit point, beyond which would be Suigintou. It was not an enterprise without danger. It was also not an enterprise with failure at its end. Whatever happened, she /would/ find Suigintou. At best, she would convince Suigintou to leave behind the white-haired man.
Shinku was not holding any faith in a best-case scenario.
But still, she had to do something. She couldn’t just stand by while her sister entered once more into darkness. Couldn’t let Father’s dream be destroyed....
Even as Suigintou hated her, Shinku was constrained to act as their father would have wished. And as a father should, he had loved them all.
The world of the N-field formed before her, dark and gray and unrelenting. Broken dolls crunched underfoot, and storm clouds promising torrential rain hovered above. An icy wind blew down the empty street. Shinku shivered. Jun picked her up, held her in his arms. She leaned almost unconsciously into his warmth. “Holie,” she spoke, summoning the sprite. “Find Suigintou’s exit,” she instructed, and the bit of animate magic raced off to fulfill her command.
“Do you think it’s far?” Jun asked, shivering himself.
“I don’t know,” Shinku answered, surveying the desolate realm which was Suigintou’s. So barren of life or promise... had her medium lived, Shinku wondered, might that have changed?
