30 Kisses Fic 3 - Sakura Dreams
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dethoratsTheme: Jolt!
Title: Sakura Dreams
Rating: G
Pairing: Hina/Tashi
Time: About 45 minutes I think...I kept having to stop and actually do my job ^_^
Word Count: 759
Shigure was in her grip, the comfortable weight pulling on her wrists and shoulders. She could feel the fabric wrapped around his hilt catching slightly, like always, against the rough calluses on her palm. His scabbard hung comfortably at her side, rubbing in that familiar way against her hip. His blade gleamed in her sight, silver length shining from the white star-point where sunlight hit. It dazzled her, blinding her and forcing her to rely on her other senses. A gentle zephyr rustled her loose clothing, caressed the bare flesh of her arms as she held her sword extended. The air was cool but comfortable; the green scent of growing things and damp earth flooded her nostrils. Spring was all about her.
Slowly her vision cleared and she took in the small copse of trees that surrounded her. The clearing was tiny, no more than eight strides across in any direction, and covered with emerald grass. The trees themselves were cherry, fully clothed in pink and white blossoms. In the language of her youth they were called Sakura, a reminder of both the pleasures of life and of its fleeting quality. Above, the sky was a clear blue, beauty enhanced rather than muddied by the wisps of a few clouds. And in the polished metal of Shigure’s blade, she could see it all reflected back around her face.
She was clad in uwagi and hakama, clothing that was normally nestled safely in her footlocker. Her right hand left Shigure’s hilt, touching the pleated trousers and quilted jacket, before she ran it back along one cheek. Everything was solid, as real as her sword in the other hand. In the distance a bird called, a narcissus flycatcher, a sound completely at home with her surrounding. As if on cue, other calls filtered into her hearing, studded with the occasional high-pitched croaks of spring peepers. The breeze played with her hair, the grass still wet with dew dampening her bare feet when she stepped into the shadows cast by the cherry trees.
It was a scene from a painting; a perfect spring morning. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there, but a sense of expectation filled her. She was waiting for something or maybe someone. It was a pleasant kind of excitement colored ever so slightly by nervousness. Nothing like the usual tension that coiled in her belly before a meeting with her master or a superior.
Shigure must have been drawn for a reason, she though, deciding to fill the time with the new kata she’d been trying to master. He moved easily in the air, her arms and legs moving in concert to make the blade dance and shimmer across the clearing. Grace and strength flowed effortlessly from her limbs into Shigure, a sense of power and elegance she rarely seemed to possess when he wasn’t in her hands. Around her, the wind picked up and set the trees to dancing.
She paused, the kata finished, poised comfortably on the balls of her feet. Over the sound of the waving branches she thought she heard her name. A flurry of blossoms fell about her, velvety pink petals kissing her cheeks and the tip of her nose. And through it all, someone was coming. Someone she wanted to see, the person she’d been waiting for…
“Sergeant!”
The floor was smoothly polished wood, cold against her skin. Tashigi woke with a jolt, bolting upright into a sitting position on the floor. She stared wildly around the small room, trying to determine how she had arrived there from the pleasant wood. A heavy fist pounded once more at the door.
“Sergeant Tashigi! Are you awake! You’re running late sir.”
Late? How could she be late? It was she that had been waiting. Shaking her head, Tashigi squinted in the direction of her alarm clock. It was tough to make out, her glasses still resting on the bedside table. She crawled closer, trying to get free of the swath of sheets and blanket that trailed off the bed to tangle her limbs. She could just make out the hands now…
Six-thirty! How was it six-thirty already? She really was late.
“Sergeant!”
“I’m sorry! I’m coming. I’ll be down in five minutes.” Tashigi yelled to the door, scrambling to get up. Oversleeping on such an important day! How had that happened?
The young marine grabbed for her glasses as she threw off her pajamas. The dream was already vanishing; there was no time to hold onto it when she was keeping an officer waiting.
A/N: The prerequisite cliche dream sequence with cherry blossoms. Trying for a bit of lyricism here, although I don't know if I accomplished it. And the cherry blossoms, well, Hina makes it far too easy. Still no revisions and still shockingly in chronological order.
Title: Sakura Dreams
Rating: G
Pairing: Hina/Tashi
Time: About 45 minutes I think...I kept having to stop and actually do my job ^_^
Word Count: 759
Shigure was in her grip, the comfortable weight pulling on her wrists and shoulders. She could feel the fabric wrapped around his hilt catching slightly, like always, against the rough calluses on her palm. His scabbard hung comfortably at her side, rubbing in that familiar way against her hip. His blade gleamed in her sight, silver length shining from the white star-point where sunlight hit. It dazzled her, blinding her and forcing her to rely on her other senses. A gentle zephyr rustled her loose clothing, caressed the bare flesh of her arms as she held her sword extended. The air was cool but comfortable; the green scent of growing things and damp earth flooded her nostrils. Spring was all about her.
Slowly her vision cleared and she took in the small copse of trees that surrounded her. The clearing was tiny, no more than eight strides across in any direction, and covered with emerald grass. The trees themselves were cherry, fully clothed in pink and white blossoms. In the language of her youth they were called Sakura, a reminder of both the pleasures of life and of its fleeting quality. Above, the sky was a clear blue, beauty enhanced rather than muddied by the wisps of a few clouds. And in the polished metal of Shigure’s blade, she could see it all reflected back around her face.
She was clad in uwagi and hakama, clothing that was normally nestled safely in her footlocker. Her right hand left Shigure’s hilt, touching the pleated trousers and quilted jacket, before she ran it back along one cheek. Everything was solid, as real as her sword in the other hand. In the distance a bird called, a narcissus flycatcher, a sound completely at home with her surrounding. As if on cue, other calls filtered into her hearing, studded with the occasional high-pitched croaks of spring peepers. The breeze played with her hair, the grass still wet with dew dampening her bare feet when she stepped into the shadows cast by the cherry trees.
It was a scene from a painting; a perfect spring morning. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there, but a sense of expectation filled her. She was waiting for something or maybe someone. It was a pleasant kind of excitement colored ever so slightly by nervousness. Nothing like the usual tension that coiled in her belly before a meeting with her master or a superior.
Shigure must have been drawn for a reason, she though, deciding to fill the time with the new kata she’d been trying to master. He moved easily in the air, her arms and legs moving in concert to make the blade dance and shimmer across the clearing. Grace and strength flowed effortlessly from her limbs into Shigure, a sense of power and elegance she rarely seemed to possess when he wasn’t in her hands. Around her, the wind picked up and set the trees to dancing.
She paused, the kata finished, poised comfortably on the balls of her feet. Over the sound of the waving branches she thought she heard her name. A flurry of blossoms fell about her, velvety pink petals kissing her cheeks and the tip of her nose. And through it all, someone was coming. Someone she wanted to see, the person she’d been waiting for…
“Sergeant!”
The floor was smoothly polished wood, cold against her skin. Tashigi woke with a jolt, bolting upright into a sitting position on the floor. She stared wildly around the small room, trying to determine how she had arrived there from the pleasant wood. A heavy fist pounded once more at the door.
“Sergeant Tashigi! Are you awake! You’re running late sir.”
Late? How could she be late? It was she that had been waiting. Shaking her head, Tashigi squinted in the direction of her alarm clock. It was tough to make out, her glasses still resting on the bedside table. She crawled closer, trying to get free of the swath of sheets and blanket that trailed off the bed to tangle her limbs. She could just make out the hands now…
Six-thirty! How was it six-thirty already? She really was late.
“Sergeant!”
“I’m sorry! I’m coming. I’ll be down in five minutes.” Tashigi yelled to the door, scrambling to get up. Oversleeping on such an important day! How had that happened?
The young marine grabbed for her glasses as she threw off her pajamas. The dream was already vanishing; there was no time to hold onto it when she was keeping an officer waiting.
A/N: The prerequisite cliche dream sequence with cherry blossoms. Trying for a bit of lyricism here, although I don't know if I accomplished it. And the cherry blossoms, well, Hina makes it far too easy. Still no revisions and still shockingly in chronological order.
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:58 pm (UTC)