(The crane is a symbol of heaven and earth. It is an earthly creature that can take to the skies and ascend to heaven which is what made it the most suited to carry the wishes of the living to the other world. But they say once a crane reaches a thousand years of service, it becomes divine and ascends to heaven once and for all...
Maybe that's why some of the spirits in the citadel hadn't been pleased when the wings first appeared on Tsurumaru's back. It had been surprising and certainly it was something to be concerned about but he wasn't going to let others worry about him. Instead, he'd flaunted the wings and made a show of how precious they looked at first. Sure, they had started off as a dull gray at first and it was hardly anything impressive but in time, they'd grown bigger and bigger turning from a downy gray to a beautiful, clean white and a sharp, clear black.
"Don't I look like a real crane now?" Tsurumaru had laughed back then, twirling around and showing them off... all while speaking to the saniwa privately more and more as the weeks went on. Their conversations were a secret; not even the secretary or those close to them knew what they talked about but all anyone knew was that the conversations were happening more frequently and the air after speaking was becoming heavier.
And then he'd stopped being put on rotation. He stopped going on assignments at first and then he stopped sparring with others. Eventually, he stopped working in the fields and the stables until he had nothing to do. It was probably for the best considering... things were beginning to change.
It started with a heavy weight that he thought was just his body adjusting to his new great wings but then he'd started to feel cold more frequently, his body began to ache, and he never seemed to have much of an appetite. His mood began to worsen and he started withdraw from others more and more, preferring to be alone like right now.
Alone in a separate room, he thinks about how heavy and tired he feels these days. It'll only get worst and the saniwa is no where closer to knowing what to do. They'd talked about removing the wings by force but since they'd seemed to be actually attached to him... no one was sure how his body would react. It was something they would have to save until the last minute. The'd agreed on that. But they'd never agreed on who would do it which was probably for the best.
He wouldnn't let anyone else do it.
He reaches out for his sword and thin fingers curl around the handle as he tries to remove the blade from the sheath. It's heavy. His sword has never felt this heavy before and he's barely able to draw it before he drops it onto the tatami and...
Lays down on the floor, large wings draping over him limply.)
tenshibyou
Maybe that's why some of the spirits in the citadel hadn't been pleased when the wings first appeared on Tsurumaru's back. It had been surprising and certainly it was something to be concerned about but he wasn't going to let others worry about him. Instead, he'd flaunted the wings and made a show of how precious they looked at first. Sure, they had started off as a dull gray at first and it was hardly anything impressive but in time, they'd grown bigger and bigger turning from a downy gray to a beautiful, clean white and a sharp, clear black.
"Don't I look like a real crane now?" Tsurumaru had laughed back then, twirling around and showing them off... all while speaking to the saniwa privately more and more as the weeks went on. Their conversations were a secret; not even the secretary or those close to them knew what they talked about but all anyone knew was that the conversations were happening more frequently and the air after speaking was becoming heavier.
And then he'd stopped being put on rotation. He stopped going on assignments at first and then he stopped sparring with others. Eventually, he stopped working in the fields and the stables until he had nothing to do. It was probably for the best considering... things were beginning to change.
It started with a heavy weight that he thought was just his body adjusting to his new great wings but then he'd started to feel cold more frequently, his body began to ache, and he never seemed to have much of an appetite. His mood began to worsen and he started withdraw from others more and more, preferring to be alone like right now.
Alone in a separate room, he thinks about how heavy and tired he feels these days. It'll only get worst and the saniwa is no where closer to knowing what to do. They'd talked about removing the wings by force but since they'd seemed to be actually attached to him... no one was sure how his body would react. It was something they would have to save until the last minute. The'd agreed on that. But they'd never agreed on who would do it which was probably for the best.
He wouldnn't let anyone else do it.
He reaches out for his sword and thin fingers curl around the handle as he tries to remove the blade from the sheath. It's heavy. His sword has never felt this heavy before and he's barely able to draw it before he drops it onto the tatami and...
Lays down on the floor, large wings draping over him limply.)
Ah...
(He waited too long.)