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[Aug 28 ] [Yu Yu Hakusho] Overheard
Title: Overheard
Day/Theme: August 28 / Gilgamesh
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Mukuro
Rating: G
23:30 082805
“That would be the last of my commands for you,” she finished. "You may retire."
Retire had a double meaning, in this case. It was the last of her instructions, not for the night, but for good. Her old seneschal could now retire. To bed, yes, but also permanently from his occupation.
“Mukuro-sama,” the seneschal said hesitantly. “If I may speak my mind...”
A pregnant silence. The prosthetic eye gleamed glibly from the shadowed alcove, but revealed nothing of her thoughts.
“Fine,” came the quiet answer.
“I’ve always been frank when you asked for my opinion. You’re not asking for it right now, so I would be content with receiving a boon from you.”
“What boon is this?”
“Please think about what you’re doing, Mukuro-sama.” The aged youkai fell to his knees, half in apology for his impudence, half in supplication. “You are giving up everything. Everything!”
The seated figure shifted, bringing half her face under the light. This half of face was that of a beautiful human. Her hair was the rust of iron, and it rankled on the servant’s mind, an ironic analogy to the eventual demise of weapons following abandonment. Finally, she inclined her head once, very slightly, to bid him finish.
“You control one-third of Makai----so easy to expand that! This is something you’ve worked for all your life. And your hard-earned reputation; you carved it from the flesh and bone of your enemies. But with careless overconfidence, you’ve have lost it all. You could have won, Mukuro-sama. I know it. But the Kokuryuha... He shouldn’t have even be able to use it.”
She said nothing.
“It’s not too late. You can still regain what you have relinquished. You can still hammer your name into the very earth so that even distant generations will remember you. You can still have dominion----and never be toppled, never be forgotten. Out of all youkai, immortal may they call themselves, you are one of the few who may truly and rightfully call themselves immortal. Do not make all that you’ve gone through futile. You mustn’t!”
His impassioned declaration dissipated into the cavernous room, the echoes swallowed by the void.
“Nothing is futile,” was all that she said. He recognized immediately the finality in her tone.
Defeated, he bowed. “Yes. Though it is hard for me to see it that way." He straightened gracefully, even in his age. "You will give up even the keep? And all its servants?”
”Save for one.”
“He refuses to be called a servant.”
“Ironic. He refuses to be anything else.”
“Will this one ever cease being a servant?”
“If it were my decision, now. But it isn’t.”
“Ah.”
“Be well.”
“Yes, Mukuro-sama.”
And he faded away, bemused and mourning.
00:04 082905
Notes: *winces* A bit late and a bit obscure.
Day/Theme: August 28 / Gilgamesh
Series: Yu Yu Hakusho
Character/Pairing: Mukuro
Rating: G
23:30 082805
“That would be the last of my commands for you,” she finished. "You may retire."
Retire had a double meaning, in this case. It was the last of her instructions, not for the night, but for good. Her old seneschal could now retire. To bed, yes, but also permanently from his occupation.
“Mukuro-sama,” the seneschal said hesitantly. “If I may speak my mind...”
A pregnant silence. The prosthetic eye gleamed glibly from the shadowed alcove, but revealed nothing of her thoughts.
“Fine,” came the quiet answer.
“I’ve always been frank when you asked for my opinion. You’re not asking for it right now, so I would be content with receiving a boon from you.”
“What boon is this?”
“Please think about what you’re doing, Mukuro-sama.” The aged youkai fell to his knees, half in apology for his impudence, half in supplication. “You are giving up everything. Everything!”
The seated figure shifted, bringing half her face under the light. This half of face was that of a beautiful human. Her hair was the rust of iron, and it rankled on the servant’s mind, an ironic analogy to the eventual demise of weapons following abandonment. Finally, she inclined her head once, very slightly, to bid him finish.
“You control one-third of Makai----so easy to expand that! This is something you’ve worked for all your life. And your hard-earned reputation; you carved it from the flesh and bone of your enemies. But with careless overconfidence, you’ve have lost it all. You could have won, Mukuro-sama. I know it. But the Kokuryuha... He shouldn’t have even be able to use it.”
She said nothing.
“It’s not too late. You can still regain what you have relinquished. You can still hammer your name into the very earth so that even distant generations will remember you. You can still have dominion----and never be toppled, never be forgotten. Out of all youkai, immortal may they call themselves, you are one of the few who may truly and rightfully call themselves immortal. Do not make all that you’ve gone through futile. You mustn’t!”
His impassioned declaration dissipated into the cavernous room, the echoes swallowed by the void.
“Nothing is futile,” was all that she said. He recognized immediately the finality in her tone.
Defeated, he bowed. “Yes. Though it is hard for me to see it that way." He straightened gracefully, even in his age. "You will give up even the keep? And all its servants?”
”Save for one.”
“He refuses to be called a servant.”
“Ironic. He refuses to be anything else.”
“Will this one ever cease being a servant?”
“If it were my decision, now. But it isn’t.”
“Ah.”
“Be well.”
“Yes, Mukuro-sama.”
And he faded away, bemused and mourning.
00:04 082905
Notes: *winces* A bit late and a bit obscure.