The end of The Beginning
Sep. 17th, 2003 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76It all seems too easy... and disjointed.
But review and editing shall wait until a later date when I am not suffering from an hours-long headache that aspirin fails to dissipate.
"I am sitting talking with a thousand-year-old fox spirit who happens to be my ancestor and refuses to get upset about anything," Subaru murmured to himself. "Somewhere in this, I am sure, there is an element of surreality."
"You'll get used to it," Yuusuke predicted. "You don't want to see him when he does get ticked off, trust me." He set a bowl of ramen before Subaru. "He scares *me*."
"That's because you're a nice person, Yuusuke," Kurama replied, smiling. "I'm not."
Subaru resisted the urge to sigh as he broke his chopsticks apart. The friendly banter reminded him acutely of the few times Sorata and Yuzuriha had wrangled all seven of the Seals into having dinner together. He'd felt held apart from it then, as he did now. It was hard to say which social situation had been worse--the Seals, genuinely friendly assertive people all, except for himself and Kamui, united in a single purpose, or this group of strangers with whom he had no connection save for a seat at the ramen stand.
Subaru looked up and found green eyes calmly regarding him while Kurama's friends talked in the background.
"Seimei had problems with people, too," he said quietly.
"That's not mentioned in the Konjaku Monogatari."
Kurama shrugged. "A lot of things aren't. If you wanted, I could tell you about him."
Subaru looked at the surface of his ramen as though it might have answers for him on how to deal with his inhuman ancestor. He stirred it, then took a bite. The ramen was good. It would probably be filling.
He looked at his ancestor, and nodded. "I'd like that," Subaru said.
But review and editing shall wait until a later date when I am not suffering from an hours-long headache that aspirin fails to dissipate.
"I am sitting talking with a thousand-year-old fox spirit who happens to be my ancestor and refuses to get upset about anything," Subaru murmured to himself. "Somewhere in this, I am sure, there is an element of surreality."
"You'll get used to it," Yuusuke predicted. "You don't want to see him when he does get ticked off, trust me." He set a bowl of ramen before Subaru. "He scares *me*."
"That's because you're a nice person, Yuusuke," Kurama replied, smiling. "I'm not."
Subaru resisted the urge to sigh as he broke his chopsticks apart. The friendly banter reminded him acutely of the few times Sorata and Yuzuriha had wrangled all seven of the Seals into having dinner together. He'd felt held apart from it then, as he did now. It was hard to say which social situation had been worse--the Seals, genuinely friendly assertive people all, except for himself and Kamui, united in a single purpose, or this group of strangers with whom he had no connection save for a seat at the ramen stand.
Subaru looked up and found green eyes calmly regarding him while Kurama's friends talked in the background.
"Seimei had problems with people, too," he said quietly.
"That's not mentioned in the Konjaku Monogatari."
Kurama shrugged. "A lot of things aren't. If you wanted, I could tell you about him."
Subaru looked at the surface of his ramen as though it might have answers for him on how to deal with his inhuman ancestor. He stirred it, then took a bite. The ramen was good. It would probably be filling.
He looked at his ancestor, and nodded. "I'd like that," Subaru said.
