ようこそいらっしゃいました。

My name is Seiki Chiba, heir of the iemoto of the Chibasenke tea school. May I offer you a cup? [affiliated with regalis caveat] status: alive

[regaliscaveat]

仏様 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame clapsed her hands together, nodding. It was a strange feeling to talk about such a thing out in the open, as much hesitation as she had while doing so. As well as this feeling of being able to relate, something that eluded her prior.

“Indeed, I have no idea what to do about it. It is strange, sometimes I feel like I am sought out, yet it is never something I am able to reach.”

Nodding solemnly, she glanced over to the side, then back again. True that there was a deep-set longing in her chest, but at the same time in her infinite curiosity, perhaps some things were better left to the wayside. At least for now, she felt there was no chance she’d be able to sort out the situation that troubled her. So better to focus on something she might be able to help with already.

“Thank you, Seiki, I should hope so too. I have no way of knowing what it is I should be looking for, but I will try. And indeed… sometimes, moving forward is better.”

It was her own turn to be comforted by their words - a peace that came upon her slowly, that she didn’t even realize was  there until she took the time to notice it. Perhaps that is why she was able to maintain such a stalwart outlook, when it took so long for other emotions to register. Or it was just the state brought about after years of living. Either way, she just knew she wanted to help her companion in whatever way she could. Self-reflection could also come later.

“Ah!”

Her ears reddened slightly, the first crack showing through since she came here. Or was it more of a shift?

“Well, I would have to say the same for you. You are quite special to me, and I feel you are worthy of this. Indeed - I do not intend to waste time worrying about something theoretical when you are here in front of me, in this moment.”

Nodding firmly, she collected herself once again.

“Certainly. I am glad to help! Hm…”

The gardener turned towards the horizon.

“And what a place to put forth such feelings, at the edge of one world and the start of the next.”

Luckily for Ayame, Seiki did not notice the red on her ears. They hadn’t been looking for such a reaction, anyway. They had just been trying to return at least some of the comfort that she had offered them.

“I could do much better to learn from you, Ayame. You know that there are not many so wise and positive-thinking as you in our age group. I expect that the rest of our fellow students are probably coping in much unhealthier ways.”

Seiki could feel their usual self returning. In a spur of the moment, they grabbed Ayame’s hand and held it in the space between them. Instead of just following it with silence to make a nice touching moment, they interrupted themself akwardly.

“I’ve never held someone’s hand before,” they said, as if surprised that their arm had moved of its own accord. “Have you? I have always wanted to hold a friend’s hand.”

[regaliscaveat]

仏様 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Catching the smile out of the corner of her vision, the gardener smiled in turn. It was pleasant knowing she could bring at least some comfort to her company, especially when she wasn’t entirely sure how else to handle the situation. Perhaps it was best done simply by being herself.

“Ah, thank you very much. I do not find any reason in hurrying, and indeed I find literature has perhaps influenced this more than I care to admit. Fictional characters’ words were allowed to be placed on paper with great care, writing and revising. For us? We only have one chance. I aim to make it count.”

Nodding firmly, she listened to what Seiki said, and…

That would certainly explain it. Pausing for a moment while delibating what to say, she eventually spoke no less evenly than she had before.

“I see how that would be troubling. Indeed, it is sometimes what you do not expect that gets to you the most. As for myself? I [REDACTED]. I did not imagine it would be so or even consider it as a possibility, but they do know how. Yet, it is impossible to prove such a thing, with the machinations of this situation I understand it is designed to get to where it hurts you most. Troubles you.”

She sighed, and then in a lighter tone…

“However, what I can say is that for many people, the best parts of their lives have yet to come. I [REDACTED 2], and additionally, I would have never met the people I did should I not have moved to Osaka city. After all, for the future, the possibilities are endless.”

Glancing upwards, a sliver of violet showed between partially-opened eyes.

“As endless in the stars in the sky. And as limitless as I see you, Seiki, though you are held back. But that is fine, time is patient. It can wait. For now, is there anything more I can do to aid you?”

Just as patiently as she had listened to their story, Seiki listened to Ayame speak. It was almost entirely the opposite situation to their own. Perhaps because of that, it was easier to understand.

“Oh my word... What a troubling situation for you.”

They spent another few moments processing what she had said. Was this something that she might kill someone over? Seiki didn’t think so. From even the most objective point of view, Ayame seemed very stable and unlikely to make such rash decisions. Because of that, they trusted her.

“I hope that when we get out of here, you can go and see them. If you really have the interest. I have heard sometimes people prefer to just continue with their lives...”

Though Seiki prided themself on being the epitome of calm, Ayame was somehow always the one to bring them peace. It was like receiving healing from Amida. Maybe, just like trying to avoid a certain thought makes you think about it more, focusing their whole life on being calm had made it only become more difficult. Ayame seemed to be able to tackle things as they came, rather than bury them away. That, they greatly admired.

“Maybe, if they’d written our special person after today, they would have put your name on my slip instead.”

Seiki grinned slyly.

“I think you have done far enough. Thank you.”

[regaliscaveat]

仏様 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Knowledge was as eternal as the stars in space. It remained there, resolute, and only revealed itself further it was pursued. And in here, it stagnated, like the unchanging sky. Nevertheless, speaking with Seiki was a comfort. 

“Mm? That is a term I have heard applied to me before. I find musing on the nature of life to be simply a part of who I am and how I think. And you would be right - I do visit temples often and have spent much time there. Others? I simply came to realize while working the fields back home.”

Involuntary her hand went to her wrist, but found only air. In the absence of a temple, a balcony had to do. In the absence of ojuzu, her thoughts would suffice for the time being. As much as she considered the other a friend, some things never changed, with her roundabout speeches being one of them. But now wasn’t the time to be overbearing or a battle of the wits. Rather, it was a chance to listen, especially as she sensed something in the air.

“Not for me, no. Of course there is bad to counter the good, but that is something to be worked on.”

The gardener fell silent, listening to her companion.

“Of course not. I see no reason to lie to you, either, or hold judgments. Mm… indeed, it was punishing. I am more troubled from it than I try letting on, if I may offer my own bit of truth. But never mind me. It appears it is a difficult situation you are facing. If speaking it would put your mind at ease, then please feel free to - again, I will hold no judgment. If not? That is fine too, and we may talk about less troubling matters.”

Comforted by the wise way in which Ayame spoke, Seiki smiled a little, still looking ahead.

“You have a very calming way of speaking. It reminds me of the temple.”

Seiki looked down at their hands again. On their wrist, the golden ojuzu glowed softly, taunting them.

“On my piece of paper, it said [REDACTED].” Their lips widened into a strained frown. “And I can’t really think of anyone else it could be. Is that not troubling? I... I hoped that maybe they were just trying to get under my skin by writing that, knowing that it would affect me more than putting any other typical answer. But maybe it is true, too.”

Seiki closed their eyes, brows furrowed, fighting off some invisible enemy. Their hands clenched on the railing.

“I do not want that to be my answer. And it will not be. I am just... upset that it was the answer, up until now. And I do not like being upset.”

[regaliscaveat]

仏様 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame put her hands up to her face and formed a rectangle shape with her fingers as if looking through the viewfinder of a camera at Seiki and the view. Their presence made it a bit better, a bit more familiar. Dropping her hands back to her side, she strode forward and took up a position next to them.

“Indeed. It is beautiful, nature’s marvel. Actually, what am I saying? It is nature’s marvel, captured in an instant by whatever magic keeps us here. Indeed, it is far more familiar to experience the transient. It is funny, I think, how people wish they can capture a moment but when such an experience occurs, just as often cries for it to move along follow. Wishing for one thing, achieving it, and then desiring another.”

A heavy sigh escaped her. What an oblique way to phrase “the grass is greener”. Or the sky is darker outside of this eldritch location.

“Learning to overcome obstacles is necessary. Swaying with the wind, whatever way it may whisk you.”

Craning her neck to peer over, she glanced momentarily at the tea practitioner before it was lost.

“Depends. To you? Life would be stolen, or at the very least you would cause great damage to yourself. To the earth? If millions of years of trampling the ground beneath our feet haven’t been of much effect, I doubt the impact one person could do. People are so afraid of going back and changing the past because of what one action can do, yet don’t think their efforts will cause anything. Sometimes, I do not know what to believe.”

She nodded.

“Ah, as you said, Seiki. I am as I am. I feel my personal growth has found a new direction, but other than that it has been as eternal as the sky we see before us. Yourself?”

Listening to Ayame was like being back at home, hearing someone recite ancient haikus. Not that that was a particularly negative thing. It made them a little homesick, of all things.

“You sure are philosophical, aren’t you, Ayame? How much time have you spent in temples? Or, is this all sprung from your own mind?”

In the past, Seiki would not have asked such questions, and probably would have competed to try and sound just as interesting as she. But now, they were not so interested in putting on airs. That was not their truth. Especially when they were feeling so... whatever it was that put a hole in their chest.

“I am glad nothing has taken a bad turn for you, at least.”

They examined their nails, which now rested on the balcony rail.

“I will not lie to you, because you are my friend and I see this as no reason for you to start to distrust me, but I must admit that the motive had a deep effect on me. Not for any reason that anyone else here might have. In fact, I am not sure if knowing it would make people trust me less or more. Even if it is not true, it is a reflection of what whoever is running this game thinks of me. And perhaps, what most people in my life think of me, too.”

[regaliscaveat]

仏様 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Oh, how the winds of change blew, and cruel fate had her way. That was something Ayame read in a book once, but it seemed appropriate for the situation - waxing poetic about the unfortunate outcome of the motive and the current state of affairs around the castle. Undoubtedly she had made an impression, but at the same time, was she lauded or reviled? Either way, time beguiled and life moved on as normal. 

At least, as normal as could be reached inside a place like this. Standing a little ways from the entrance to the courtyard out of sight, with her eyes in their usual closed state, the gardener glanced around and arranged the shawl she wore tighter around her shoulders. The sky was stained with red, and yet it never changed position. Red reigned eternal. But another flash of red was much more transient. 

Her gaze tracking up to the balcony situated above the courtyard, she noticed the person she had made acquaintances with not too long ago. Perhaps instead of below, she should go above. And above she did - rather than entering the courtyard, she ascended the stairs and swiftly made her way towards the balcony, a few seconds too late to catch what the tea practitioner commented.

“Ah, Seiki-san.”

Though her voice was overtly tranquil, there was a bit of excitement stirring beneath the surface. Even if the sky’s never changing hues weren’t supposed to be the way of things, it was still a bit of a comfort in an ever-changing situation. How funny, that they were trapped here, and yet things still moved and shifted.

Saying not another word, she instead moved to stand beside them, standing resolute towards the horizon. 

“…Hmm. I wish the moon would hurry up and come out. I miss seeing it.”

One comment, spoken quietly, was all she offered for the time being.

Seiki didn’t turn to face her when she arrived. It was for more picturesque if they continued to stare ahead at the sunset.

“I quite agree. Though I am satisfied with this beautiful sky, it is unpleasant when things such as time can no longer be trusted. Though I suppose one must learn to come even the most disturbing of obstacles.”

Their eyes swiveled down to watch the earth instead. At least that would not change.

“I wonder how much damage you could do by falling off of this balcony.”

A small breeze rolled past, finally, and Seiki let out a sigh.

“How have you been faring, Ayame? I do not expect that anything surprising has happened since we last spoke.”

[regaliscaveat]

白書 | seiki | chapter 2 | re: motive

Seiki found their slip of paper, underneath their bed. They had no idea who that ‘special person’ was supposed to be. Nevertheless, the contents of their slip felt like a punch in the gut.

They crumpled it up in one hand and tossed it into a corner, never to be found again. In a sudden burst of anger they swung their leg at one of the bedposts, and then cried out in pain, flopping onto the bed and cradling their bruised shin.

No matter how much their mind - their training - was telling them that this did not matter - that this was a good thing - Seiki felt a rupture in their chest. At least back home, they could pretend that this was normal–

It IS normal! It has to be! If not, what then? What am I doing? What have I done?

What did they do, to me…?

Why me…?

Chanting began, trying to fight against the 18 years of doubt.

[duncan-gist]

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame nodded back, although she was not sure what she should be nodding at. A cryptic one, this Seiki Chiba. Still, she figured it must have something to do with the topic of Sapporo.

“Indeed! I hear there are the most lush forests around there. I have never been further than Miyagi. Although Osaka is a wonderful place to watch the leaves shift.”

Moving along. Seeing no response to her offer for help, the woman’s head was tilted to the side so that her hair fell across her face, heavy and cool. Shifting a strand behind her ear, she instead decided to take their cue and move to the next topic, namely the offer itself. In truth, she felt Seiki’d like her flat, with the decorations and location, but even more so the farm. After all, she had impeccable taste, and found it was similar to theirs. 

“It is honestly no issue at all. It simply saddens me to imagine you might go back to such a life, as a bird in a cage. And I may only begin to imagine how such a thing is, being made to follow the whim of others takes away free will. However, taking the first step is always the hardest, and if it would allow you greater freedom there is all the time in the world to learn. You would be provided for as much as I am able, I am a good cook and all.”

She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve in thought.

“That would be an option. After all, if news of this reaches the outside world, then it means all would be presumed dead. Simply fooling others into thinking you went missing? Yes. And from the ashes like a phoenix rises a new identity, whoever that person might be.”

Ayame was being so polite-- No, polite was not the word. Polite implied a formality, a distance. She was being so... considerate. And while Chiba was used to being considered, Seiki was not.

“This is quite overwhelming. No one has ever offered me such sympathies. And I do not say that to garner pity; in my house, even I had never thought there was something wrong. I thought that it was how it was supposed to be.”

They smirked. “Though there must have been something. Otherwise, I would not have told you all of this, would I? Perhaps being in this situation, and seeing everyone else having talents but also having friends and freedom... made me realize things could be different.

“I do not know if I will actually follow through with anything, but thank you for your kindness. If I decide to become a phoenix, you will be the first person I fly to.”

They turned their head slightly to look up at the stained glass windows, the harsh coloured light falling on their face. They didn’t squint.

“How would you like to grab a cup of tea?”

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame offered no further comment on that particular revelation, and instead focused on the topic of the moon. 

“Indeed. But I have done the impossible before, and am perfectly willing to do it again in order to achieve my goals. It would truly be wonderful… among the cosmos. It would be… freeing, I think. Yes.  Thank you for your support, Seiki.”

The thought of Sapporo brought images of landscapes bathed in white, those snow-monsters, as they were called, dotting the mountains. Never mind that as far as she knew they only cropped up in Miyagi. 

“You were there in February? No wonder it was cold. I can imagine it would be more temperate in the summer months, but if you were not there then… hah, indeed. One can lose themself with a good conversation. I am confident we are able, and… if you require my assistance, I may provide.”

Was it too soon in the two’s companionship to offer such a thing? Ayame wasn’t familiar with the customs of social interaction at all.

“True! I may look back on them now and have a good laugh, but at the moment they were terrible. Indeed, that is admirable, Seiki. Simply being able to shrug off any embarrassment one may feel? That is a  good way to live. Personally I do not find it my place to judge others, as I am quite strange myself. It is… their problem.”

She waved a hand, listening intently to their answer at the same time.

“Ah, not fond of thinking of what might not happen. Fair. That is a very admirable wish, simply… being able to have somewhere to stay in peace by yourself, and being able to do as you want. I feel I, too, am able to relate to this. Peace without expectations placed upon you, or others commanding you. It is stifling.”

Said as if the gardener shared the same experience. 

“Well, you have, now. It is strange how one encounter can change one’s way of thinking. Strange, too, a word people use to refer to me, but this is my way. And… ah. Yes, I can envision this. Returning home, and being stifled. Your dreams being caged once more.”

She turned to the side.

“Truthfully, the possibility of returning to my former home has come to me. Or my current flat, in Osaka. I do know this is a bit sudden but I am not adverse to company, and neither are my parents, if the need arises.”

Ayame was not one for mincing words, and taking into consideration the emotion she detected…

Well, it was painful to see them like this.

Seiki shook their head slightly, saying that no thanks were needed for their support for her going to the moon.

“Yes, I have heard Sapporo gets quite hot in the summer. It is amazing how the seasons can change so much within one year.”

The blond was not sure of what Ayame meant by ‘assistance’. Did she mean being a (metaphorical) shoulder to cry on? (Seiki hadn’t cried in years.) Or did she mean she would help them kill someone...?! That was the nature of this place, after all. They decided not to ask.

At her final offer, Seiki lowered their face so that their eyes were concealed by the brim of their hat. It goes without saying that no one had ever offered them such a thing. They were unsure of what to say.

“I am truly honoured that you would give me a place to stay. I must seem quite pitiable, to make you go so far. The truth is, even though the option has been clearly presented to me, I do not know how to function outside of what has been laid out for me. I have no other talents. As I am sure you are familiar, I feel a sense of duty. Oh, what can I do...?”

They lifted their hands to massage their temples, frustrated at having to face their reality.

“Maybe I could... pretend that I died here or something. Grow my hair out and get a new name. Sounds nice.”

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Admittedly unsure as to whether or not to detail spoilers, Ayame paused to wait for her companion’s reaction. Ah, the character seemed relatable? How nice, that somebody else agreed. Their comment about her being a robot elicited a chuckle out of her. 

“He is quite easy to relate to. And the way it was drawn… is burned into my mind. And indeed! I am the protagonist of my own story, so I can see why. Though I assure you, I am no man-made creation! No, at age seven, I simply sprung into existence.”

Whether it was said in earnest was hard to tell, considering her straight face as she said this. Nevertheless, her spirits were lifted once again as the reception wasn’t quite the worst she had braced herself for, and she nodded.

“Outer space. The moon, I believe, would be my very first destination. And I am certain, though the distance may be far, there is no sort of outdoing. Unless you would like to flee to space yourself? Nevertheless, as a child I have always imagined what it must be like to live among the cosmos. And that… is something I would like to experience.”

A simple answer. She was willing to elaborate if it came to that, but Ayame wanted to avoid as much confusion as possible should the more esoteric sides of her interest come out next. Seiki’s memory brought a small, cheerful nod from the woman, before she too replied.

“That sounds like a very good memory. I have never been to Sapporo but… it is cold, yes? It must be pleasant to simply be able to walk cozily among the sculptures and not have to worry about anything in that moment. I hope you are able to relive it someday. And I do wish you luck, I can understand how… home is confining. Restricting. Yet I feel drawn to it. As for responsibilities… yes, I can relate to wishing to run away from it all.”

She nodded, words cryptic as ever, before the slight tinge returned to her face.

“Well… I remember being chosen to sing a song at a festival, but the, ah… microphone system was off-tune and I could not hear myself well and went quite off-key… to the point where many in the audience covered their ears. At the time, to twelve-year-old me, it was… mortifying. Though the other incident I can think of is when I fell asleep on the bus on the way home from an exhibition and I awoke in the bus terminal in a city I had only visited a few times before, at night in an unfamiliar location. It was terrifying more than embarrassing, but I make sure not to take naps on buses anymore.”

One sleeved arm covered her mouth at the memory, and her next words came muffled.

“Now… for you. If you could have any one wish, what would it be? And no infinite wishes.”

At age seven, she simply sprung into existence... Seiki’s mind was too open to question such a thing was true. Maybe she really had. They respected that.

“The moon? I see. I think it would be quite difficult to live there. No oxygen and such. But I respect your passion. Maybe someday you will be able to go. Technology is amazing.”

“Yes, Sapporo is very cold. Especially as it was in February. I am sure I will go back there some day... Maybe soon. If we can get out of this place.” Seiki laughed, glancing at their surroundings again. “Our conversation feels so normal that I forgot what odd circumstances we are in.”

Listening to the embarrassing stories, Seiki was amused, obviously relishing the cringe humour. They were glad the stories were not too embarrassing as to be awkward to hear.

“Those things are not so bad, you know. But I can imagine they were quite embarrassing at the time. I personally find it quite hard to be embarrassed. Whatever I do is with my best intentions, so if other people think it strange, that is their own problem.”

Another heavy question. Seiki had never thought about it before.

“I am not really inclined for wishing for things that may not happen. I just accept life as it comes. But if magic did exist or something, I suppose my wish would be to have my own house. Some privacy would be nice. I would like to decide what to do with my day without anyone watching over me.”

They closed their eyes, listening to the chapel creaking for a few moments.

“It really is strange, talking like this. I have never met someone who has asked me these kinds of things before. I feel kind of excited that I am thinking about them at all. At the same time, it is very hard for me. Since I have to do what I am told, when I get home... surely thinking about these things would make it hurt more. What do you say to that?”

Although they asked the question very forwardly, their voice strained a little with an unfamiliar vulnerability.

[shsltakenoko-blog]

take a fukin sipp 

seikichiba

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

She was Ayame, and they were Seiki, and that was that. As much as she was accustomed to the formal way of addressing people, simply being able to call them by their first name had a sense of familiarity. 

And to hear her own name? It was nice, and reassuring. 

“Wonderful! Seiki indeed.”

Also funny was the counterpart between the two. Her a person of many words, and them, while offering detail, keeping their words brief. As similar as two people were, there were bound to be differences, the gardener reminded herself then. 

“…Do you know his story? I do not want to "spoil” things, as they were. But he is a robot, based upon the son of his creator, who was killed. Astro Boy battles others and… keeps the peace as a hero. It is his responsibility, and I feel I relate with this.“

Then came the topic of where she would like to visit. Funny, wasn’t it, how this of all things was the question she hesitated on. Nevertheless, Ayame took a deep breath and blew it out before giving her answer.

”Outer space.“

Her visible eye opened slightly, a gleam of violet showing beneath. Then just as quickly as it opened, it closed once again, and she waited for the reaction. 

"Now… a slightly different version of this question. Where is your favourite location in the world? One that brings you peace and security?”

Perhaps diverting to another topic would soften the impact of what she perceived to be a laughable response.

Seiki listened to the story of Astro Boy with intrigue. The only manga they had ever tried to read before was Dragon Ball, which was a bit too overwhelming of an introduction.

“Oh... I see. He sounds very easy to relate to. Good protagonists are like that, are they not? However, I assume you are not a robot.” They chuckled half-heartedly.

Seiki wasn’t sure how to react to the answer of ‘outer space’. In fact, it had never occurred to them as a destination. Had technology really developed that far already while they weren’t looking?

The blond thought they saw her eye actually open, and wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination or not. Now they were onto wondering why her eye was always closed.

“Outer space? You not only want to flee home, you want to flee the planet? Your enthusiasm is remarkable. I feel quite outdone. Why outer space?”

Seiki seemed to frown a little at the question she posed them. Then, as if recalling something they had long forgotten, they brightened up.

“I remember when I was a child my parents took me to the Sapporo snow festival. I was about 12 I think. I have always been a rambunctious child, so as soon as they were not looking I ran away somewhere. I remember being wrapped up in so many layers of clothing, walking along the road and seeing all the ice sculptures, and I bought a hot taiyaki and got the crumbs all over my mittens. Honestly... I think I could find peace anywhere that was not home. Anywhere where I have no responsibilities. That is my honest answer.

“... My next question for you is, what is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?” Seiki was on a masochistic streak after seeing that blush, poor Ayame.

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

The conversation continued on its  plodding path, a pleasant cart-ride drawn by a horse… until-

Ayame? That was her name. It was a bit strange, hearing it said like that. 

“Ayame? That would be nice, I think. Of course you may. Though, may I call you Seiki if that’s the case?”

Her smile gained a bit of warmth, and her cheeks a bit of colour. So they were glad. Being unable to recall the last time someone called her simply “Ayame”, she found it had a pleasant sound to it, the way it was said.

“I can imagine, you have for many generations. And wonderful, Kyoto has always been a favourite place of mine. It is so rich in tradition, and I feel there is much you can learn there. And those are, nevertheless, admirable skills to have - though as you said perhaps natural to expect because you are prepared by the tea ceremony way.”

Idly fiddling with a silken strand of hair, she though about herself playing the shamisen like the people she saw at festivals and other functions, before her mind returned to Earth.

“Farm work is what you have to do. I believe people give it far less credit than it deserves, for it provides sustenance for others. And that is fair, the life is not for anyone even if you should have been placed in a circumstance that demanded you farm or gave you the option.”

Her own well-toned shoulders were plainly visible, and her mind briefly became aware of them as she noticed Seiki touching their own arm. Still, Ayame decided not to press and continued on.

“It is very nice. I find it is… one of my most influential pieces of media. In how it affected my life, I feel a connection to the character. And I agree, it is interesting, and… hahah, I do, myself. I feel plenty of the stories aren’t so far off from what we can find here. I feel I can empathize with you on this point as well, for I did not have a television either. It really leads the mind to think of what it can come up with to keep itself occupied… And is that not something nice about fiction? You are able to escape from the situation you live in. As for me? I too enjoy the classics. The Tale of Genji is one I distinctly remember. I am a Cat, as well. And I agree, Murakami’s works are exceptional. I need to reread them.”

She was too embarrassed to admit she hadn’t actually read any of them, at the expense of appearing ignorant of what was being talked about. Nevertheless, it was nice, being able to find more to read.

Their next question came, and…

“Mm… Seiki, actually.”

This question brought another slight flush to her face, and Ayame turned to the side.

“My question is… will you promise not to laugh if I tell you?”

Hearing their first name being said out loud, Seiki had a warm feeling in their chest. So often they were reminded of their family name...

“Yes, of course you may call me that.”

They found that there was a lot Ayame said that they agreed with, so they just kept nodding like one of those nodding head car ornaments. Seiki did not find it useful to fill the time with empty words.

“Why do you identify with Astroboy? I am not really familiar with the character at all.”

When they saw the blush on Ayame’s cheeks, Seiki was deeply surprised. All of these personal things had been said, but this was the question to finally make her feel embarrassed?

“I do not know why I would laugh, but I am very good at keeping myself composed even if I do find something amusing. Please, continue.”

Now they were more curious than ever.

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame thought back to her life spent on her parents’ farm. How one had to work in order to live, and how her livelihood was in her work. There was no time for idling, and there was no time for loafing about. If there was one thing her upbringing had taught her, it was  that being to the point was the best option and that anything else was undesirable. So in her mind, it was only natural to apply that philosophy to all facets of her life. 

And in conversation with her companion, she felt that while it was unfamiliar territory, being able to examine feelings and put them into words was refreshing.

It was nice.

“Hmm, I should say I feel the same way. I feel we walk similar paths, and face similar reservations, though our ways of dealing with them may differ. Worry not about what advice you may give, I feel as though this is a burden I must work through myself. Though I do not mind offering my own perspective, but I feel on certain matters one must come to understand them on their own terms. I do feel the same way as you, Chiba-san, in taking solace knowing I am not alone in the troubles I face. Or rather, we.”

The “we” simply felt appropriate to Ayame, though she realized she didn’t know the extent of the other person’s own personal demons. 

Nevertheless, she was still confident enough to add it to the end of her sentence. This was strange, though in the moment she felt more relaxed than she had ever since she came here. Still, it was all overwhelming, so moving right along.

“Perhaps that was folly! I should have phrased it better, maybe… what sorts of activities do you enjoy outside tea ceremony? But I am getting ahead of myself. And I have heard of the Chibasenke tea houses, though never personally visited. The Chibas… are invested in tea ceremony, am I not wrong. This does sound wonderful, being able to access such opportunities.  Unfortunately my own family is poor, so I do not have any training but for what I have observed and learned myself. And I can envision, if you have been trained in dance? Are you able to play the shamisen?”

If Ayame’s eyes were open, they might as well have been gleaming. It was clear these were topics of great interest to her.

“Indeed. If you have been born into it, it is simply second nature. As for myself? Farming is my life. I regard it much the same as you do, but for my family and myself, to live, you must work. You must learn to tend to rice and livestock, and cut bamboo, and do what you need to.  Still, living in the country gives a sense of peace. It is wonderful for meditation.”

She smiled in remembrance, before the dreamy look turned back into one with focus. 

“Ah, special interests. I suppose you could say what I have just talked about could qualify, but beyond this, I… was very passionate about Astro Boy growing up. The manga, and the anime? Though I did not see the latter until I moved, and for the former it was a rare occasion I owned another volume, for I usually received them as gifts on special occasions.”

It was as much of a semblance of childhood as she could recall. 

“Books were, and are, my friends. Good friends who shared information, and they were my other notable interest. Specifically folklore, there are such rich history and tales collected and… I do not know, I feel at home when I read them.”

A pause.

“Now, to ask something similar of yourself. Do you have a favourite book or other work? And if so… why does it appeal to you?”

Seiki nodded along, feeling that something inside them had been resolved despite the fact no answers had been given. Perhaps life was too complicated to have answers.

“I am glad you feel that way, Ayame. May I call you that?”

This was the only time they had moved to a first-name basis in this place, and it was rare enough outside of it. People didn’t usually talk to them for long enough for that to happen.

“Yes, the Chibas have been working on their - our - tea ceremony for many centuries. I can also do the Kyoto traditional dance and play a bit of shamisen... but those are definitely not talents of mine. When you are good at the tea ceremony, things like that become a bit easier, because you know how to hold yourself.

“Farm work is noble, though. I greatly respect people who work with the earth. I am afraid I probably could not even hold a shovel. I have been quite sheltered, even I know that.”

Subconsciously, Seiki touched their arm, which had almost no muscle to it whatsoever. Teacups weren’t very heavy to lift.

“Astro Boy? Oh, I have heard of it. That is quite a cute interest to have. And folklore is also very interesting to me. I still believe in some of them, ufufu! Reading is also a hobby of mine, as I did not have access to a television for quite a long time. I have read all of the classics, of course, but I love Haruki Murakami, as does everyone, I suppose. His works are so different from the classic books I was encouraged to read. So, when I read them, I feel a little bit rebellious. I can pretend I’ve run away somewhere, without getting in trouble.”

Now they were craving another book to read. Maybe they would stop by the library later...

“Here is a question. If you could run away to anywhere you wanted, where would it be?”

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Perhaps it was fortuitous that Ayame lived in such close proximity to where her classmate practiced their craft, and perhaps it was even more so that she had such an interest in fields close to theirs. Traditional crafts were wonderful, and she felt quite at ease speaking of such matters. 

“Fair, I simply do not possess a good memory for such things in the first place. My memory is not the best in general, you see.”

Tapping the side of her head with a finger, she noticed that Seiki left the subject of the trial behind, to which she was silently grateful about. It was distressing, as much as she attempted to prevent it from bothering her, and the bonsai gardener simply continued on as her companion did, matching their pace. 

“A tree cannot be tea. Tea can be manufactured from tea, but if we are speaking in the strictest sense of the word, then… I suppose you are correct. They are close to one another, in fact I have spent much time meditating among the bamboo and pines of my home. But yes, you have a point, they are perhaps closer than I believed. I appreciate expanding my worldview, which I find many people are sadly lacking in the ability to do.”

Her own opinion of her classmates was a bit more oblique, but the implication was there. Thanks, Ayame.

“I do. I also find that many people lack in self-confidence, to which I say that one should have confidence, for if one so much as falters others may seize upon that advantage and cause harm. ”

As they responded, Ayame took careful note of their words. Noncommittal and not what she had anticipated, but then again some subjects were hard to think about. 

“I see. I feel as though there is more you need to mull over. I hope you are able to find peace and answers for such a question eventually.That you have certainly brought to me, for I am calmed in this moment.”

If Ayame caught on to the tone their words carried, she didn’t notice and instead replied without hesitation.

“Of course you may. There is no prohibition against such a question. But yes, I do feel as though I… am destined for something more than the path I am on now. I feel as though there is a duty expected of me, and that in my current position I am… unable to fulfil it. One might even call me cowardly, trying to delay the inevitable, but I simply wish to prolong my ability to pursue my passion for as long as I am able. But at the same time, I am not satisfied with my life.”

Briefly, a faraway expression crossed her face, laced with melancholy. Then, as quickly as it had come, it left - as a cloud in a strong wind. Her next words were said in a far more upbeat tone.

“Now, if I may. You are invested in traditional arts?”

Ayame’s answers were very pleasing. Seiki did not feel that they had to stop and dissect them; she clearly had thought long and hard about the things she was saying. In particular, they were reassured by her response to their own baggage. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to be more open now and then.

“I feel as though we may be in very similar situations, and because of that, I am afraid there is no advice I could offer you. But I do take some comfort knowing that I am not alone in this.”

Seiki thought about prying for more information, but it felt unnecessary. Already they were quite overwhelmed by the mere fact that they were talking about feelings. They were almost relieved that the topic was changed to something else.

“Am I invested in the traditional arts? Have you seen me? Ufufu, yes, indeed I am. My family owns the Chibasenke tea houses at the edge of Kyoto, and I often stayed there and learned many traditional arts from private tutors and the geisha and maiko, so I suppose it is very familiar and comforting to me. I could probably even become a maiko myself, but only women do that anymore.

“That being said, I did not have much choice in coming to know so much about the arts. I am not sure if I can really call it a ‘passion’ or ‘interest’. It is just... my way of life.”

Seiki hummed as they tried to think of a question. Maybe something more lighthearted would brighten the mood.

“Well, Yoshida-san, do you have any special interests? A game, book, movie that you really like?”

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

Ayame brushed a few strands of her hair aside,  though was otherwise unmoving as she listened to their introduction. Wait, Seiki Chiba, this was… Well, this was embarrassing. Of course, she never had the best memory for faces, but nonetheless.

“Ah, Seiki Chiba… Chiba-san, of the Chibasenke tea school? Of Kyoto? It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, I’m afraid I did not recognize you upon first impressions, but… yes, it quite makes sense.”

She dipped into a formal bow, before straightening up. At the mention of the trial, her mouth puckered in distaste as she recalled what a circus the affair was.

“Indeed. People really do not have any respect or need to be straightforward it seems. Very horrible. And, if you pit your wits against twenty six others, you are outnumbered and with the talent we have, I am certain it is futile not to cooperate. Either way, it was truly unpleasant.”

Discussing the death of Kami with the same air she might have used engaging in idle chat, or complaining about the weather, Ayame couldn’t help but shudder slightly at the memory of the fires.  

“Thank you, and I admire your calmness, Chiba-san. And yes, I… know that as well as anybody familiar with your work. But based off of what knowledge I posess, we do follow similar paths. Although I do not know how similar, a tree is not tea.  Though I admire the way of nature, how it keeps growing and blossoming despite hardship, and how it maintains tranquility in the face of peril. We could do to learn much from it.”

A pause from her waxing philosophical, as she considered their question.

“Ah. Yes, I do, I do not see any reason why I should not like myself. I work hard and try to extend kindness to all others, and offer guidance whenever I am able.  Naturally, I still have much to learn, but to put it bluntly, yes, I do like myself.”

Browline furrowed slightly, it eased as the woman gave them another question. 

“Now, for you. What path do you believe you walk in life, and are you satisfied?”

One for one, then. If they were comfortable asking the abstract, then she could do as much to return the favour.

Seiki seemed pleased that she then seemed to recognize them, self-image validated. As much as they tried not to have such things hold any importance to them, it was the only thing that really connected them to the rest of the world.

“Please do not worry over such trifles. Not everybody knows my face.”

They noticed that she looked to have been more affected by the trial. Such a topic was too depressing to continue on, so they merely nodded, giving a displeased hum in agreement.

Seiki was quite surprised that Ayame seemed to go on a tangent when these were supposed to be quickfire questions. That hypocrisy was almost charming.

“Who is to say a tree is not tea?” they countered. “The meditation, the appreciation for beauty, the respect for natural materials... They seem quite similar to me. That is why I was so anticipating meeting you. We two trees in a clearing of quivering shrubs.”

That’s not a very nice way to refer to your classmates, Seiki.

“I am glad that you like yourself. Not many people our age would give the same answer, you know.”

The blond should have, perhaps, expected an equally heavy question in return, but it caught them off guard. This was the one question Seiki never dared to ask themself. How had she been able to strike such a sore spot already? Amazing power.

“That is not a question I can afford to think about. Whether or not I am satisfied is out of my control. The path I walk in life is one already laid out for me. I only hope that in walking down it I may bring peace to others.”

They nodded with their eyes downcast, as if coming to terms with what they had said. There was something menacing about their words, like a toxic overflow.

“May I ask you the same? Or is that against the rules?”

[regaliscaveat]

西洋の宗教 | seiki | chapter 2 | attn: ayame

[seikichiba]

shsltakenoko:

The revelation that it really was normal water, as opposed to harmful water, came as a relief to Ayame. Though it wasn’t obvious, with the way her expression remained on her usual placid smile. 

“I do not mind staleness. You take what you can get. If there is one thing I have learned, it is that one must not complain in the face of less than ideal situations, as this one is.”

Ignoring how easily water that wasn’t sitting around could be obtained, much less holy water. Still, she swept by her companion and began taking a long drought of the water, listening to them speak as she did. 

Ah… they recognized her. Unfortunately she could not say the same for them, so as she straightened up and wiped the sleeve of her sweater across her mouth she questioned the person.

“Well…. yes, I am Yoshida. Ayame Yoshida, a pleasure. And you are the, eh…. yoga person.”

Rubbing a strand of hair between her fingers, the bonsai gardener mused over their next words. 

“Indeed, I find no use in sidestepping or dodging around matters. I do not comprehend why people cannot simply, what’s the term… cut to the chase. And perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. There is only one way to find out, and that is…”

A pause.

“To play twenty questions. We may only answer with a yes, or a no. Now, let us get started. One… You are involved in spiritual work.”

As she spoke, Ayame moved to position herself a few paces away from where Seiki sat on the pew.

‘Yoga person’, hm? Seiki was more used to being recognized, and felt a little disrespected, especially as this one someone in the same field of talent. Everyone makes mistakes, though, so they forgave her easily.

“My name is Seiki Chiba. I suppose I did not introduce myself in the trial, did I? That whole thing was quite a miserable affair.”

Though they said that, they didn’t so much as frown at the memory. It was like recounting a bad meal for yesterday’s lunch.

“I admire your straightforwardness. It is refreshing. I shall answer your question, then. Yes, I am involved in spiritual work. Though that is not altogether an accurate summary of what I do.”

They tilted the brim of their hat so that they could see her a little more clearly.

“My question for you is, do you like yourself?”

Quite a hard-hitting question, but Seiki believed they would learn a lot from the response. It seemed that she would reply honestly from the way she had conducted herself thus far. Cutting fast enough to the chase, Yoshida-san?