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[December 5] [Mononoke-hime] San
Title: San
Day/Theme: December 5th, The boy born with no father
Series: Mononoke-hime
Character/Pairing: San (Ashitaka/San, but mostly San)
Rating: PG
The first time she watched her mother make a kill was also the first time she knew she wasn't a wolf. Those splendid pearly white claws that ripped through flesh as if it was grass were brilliant compared to her own small pink discs. She touched her face, scratched it a little (it drew no blood)—it was smooth and hairless; she looked at her body, and it too, was smooth and without hair. As if an instinct, she drew her legs in an embrace (this, her mother could never do, oh no, this was something only she could do, all by herself).
Her brothers ate voraciously.
...
Her mother took her one day to the edge of the forest. Her mother sat on a rock, was quiet, and waited. She didn't ask what they were doing there.
She started suddenly, there were voices, singing, different from the sounds of the forest, different from the songs of the forest. And they came—like her, they had no hair except on their head, like her, their hair was black. She looked at her mother. Her mother's fur gleamed in the sunlight. She had to sit.
They sat for the whole day, just watching them. She watched them work, using other objects for their own use (why hadn't she thought of that? It was so simple, really, what she didn't have, she could make), watched them laugh and talk, but her lips curled in disgust when others appeared to cut down trees. She looked up in surprise—her mother made no move to stop them.
...
She met Shishigami-sama at the lake once. He had looked at her curiously, with his strange smile, and trotted up close to her. She was afraid, but he merely smiled some more, then left.
...
"That is where you came from," Moro said. "San."
She was quiet, but looked up at her mother. "Mother..."
Moro made no objection to this. San slept close to Moro that night. Moro stayed awake to look at the moon.
...
The next day, Moro attacked the woodsman that attempted to chop down the tress. San watched from the shadows. Like her, they bled easily. She wondered if she would die as easily as they did.
...
He was like every other human that she’d seen, pale, hairless, smooth-skinned. She watched the blood trail down from his wound, drew his own sword and put it near his throat. He opened his mouth, and she was lost.
...
She screamed and screamed, but he didn’t pull back, only watched her sadly and drew her close. She was hysterical, and she hated him, hated him—hated humans! He was a human; she didn’t want him to hold her.
Her knife—no his knife, dug into his skin easily. She could almost laugh. He bled easily too.
She thought he would recoil, would anger, would rise up with indignation—he did none of those things. He only pulled her closer. She knew, at that moment, that she was truly human.
...
"Mother," she said into Moro’s beautiful white fur. "I will never leave you or the forest."
...
Shishigami-sama bent down. She rose up, unafraid, even as the curse spread over her body, like rot.
Ashitaka held her as Shishigami-sama took back his head.
...
Day/Theme: December 5th, The boy born with no father
Series: Mononoke-hime
Character/Pairing: San (Ashitaka/San, but mostly San)
Rating: PG
The first time she watched her mother make a kill was also the first time she knew she wasn't a wolf. Those splendid pearly white claws that ripped through flesh as if it was grass were brilliant compared to her own small pink discs. She touched her face, scratched it a little (it drew no blood)—it was smooth and hairless; she looked at her body, and it too, was smooth and without hair. As if an instinct, she drew her legs in an embrace (this, her mother could never do, oh no, this was something only she could do, all by herself).
Her brothers ate voraciously.
...
Her mother took her one day to the edge of the forest. Her mother sat on a rock, was quiet, and waited. She didn't ask what they were doing there.
She started suddenly, there were voices, singing, different from the sounds of the forest, different from the songs of the forest. And they came—like her, they had no hair except on their head, like her, their hair was black. She looked at her mother. Her mother's fur gleamed in the sunlight. She had to sit.
They sat for the whole day, just watching them. She watched them work, using other objects for their own use (why hadn't she thought of that? It was so simple, really, what she didn't have, she could make), watched them laugh and talk, but her lips curled in disgust when others appeared to cut down trees. She looked up in surprise—her mother made no move to stop them.
...
She met Shishigami-sama at the lake once. He had looked at her curiously, with his strange smile, and trotted up close to her. She was afraid, but he merely smiled some more, then left.
...
"That is where you came from," Moro said. "San."
She was quiet, but looked up at her mother. "Mother..."
Moro made no objection to this. San slept close to Moro that night. Moro stayed awake to look at the moon.
...
The next day, Moro attacked the woodsman that attempted to chop down the tress. San watched from the shadows. Like her, they bled easily. She wondered if she would die as easily as they did.
...
He was like every other human that she’d seen, pale, hairless, smooth-skinned. She watched the blood trail down from his wound, drew his own sword and put it near his throat. He opened his mouth, and she was lost.
...
She screamed and screamed, but he didn’t pull back, only watched her sadly and drew her close. She was hysterical, and she hated him, hated him—hated humans! He was a human; she didn’t want him to hold her.
Her knife—no his knife, dug into his skin easily. She could almost laugh. He bled easily too.
She thought he would recoil, would anger, would rise up with indignation—he did none of those things. He only pulled her closer. She knew, at that moment, that she was truly human.
...
"Mother," she said into Moro’s beautiful white fur. "I will never leave you or the forest."
...
Shishigami-sama bent down. She rose up, unafraid, even as the curse spread over her body, like rot.
Ashitaka held her as Shishigami-sama took back his head.
...