Title: whose name is Afterwards
Author/Artist:
incandescens
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Word count: 506
Prompt: February 9 - Saiyuki/Sandman, Nii/Death: Mirrors - "I thought you'd be taller."
There is something behind other people's eyes that he sees at the moment of their deaths. It's nothing he can put his finger on, nothing that he can capture through science or magic, but it's there, and it irritates him that he can't get any closer to it. He has always been able to do everything else that he wanted. This should be no different.
An old legend reminds him of the tale of a man who trapped his own death in a cage of mirrors when it came to claim him, and how he spent the rest of his life holding it there until he was prepared to let it go. Black wings and claws. The images appeal to him.
As his plans progress, as he draws closer to that moment when he will be able to pull everything apart and scatter it all like a child's castle, he finds himself watching mirrors as he passes them.
Is he waiting for someone to reach out and stop him? For his own personal black bird to come in a storm of crow-wings and drag him into the shadows?
You never stopped me, Koumyou. Nobody ever stopped me. Even that time when you caught my wrist, you let me go again --
The only things that have ever truly intrigued Ukoku are the ones that he doesn't understand, or can't have, or can't master. The path behind him is littered with broken toys. This new shadow that he looks for in the eyes of everyone around him is just another thing that he intends to comprehend and then throw away.
He can't see it in his own eyes, of course. He took off his glasses and squinted into the mirror, but all that was there was flesh and blood and spirit. Nothing more. No personal death. No stranger.
It would be interesting, he thinks casually, to be able to communicate with death; to understand it; to break its spirit.
But when he passes the mirror one day and sees a girl watching him from the other side of the pane, her eyes are as black and impassive as a crow's eyes, her face as closed as a coin and as uninterested as a statue's.
"I thought you'd be taller," he murmurs, leaning against the mirror and fondling the glass with dirty fingers.
She shrugs. Her shoulders are as white as chalk. "I thought you'd be more interesting."
"And am I?"
"No. Just another nihilist looking for a challenge."
He lets his eyebrows quirk; he is, though he would not admit it, somewhat hurt by this dismissal. "You sound as if you meet a lot of us."
"I meet everyone," she says, and is gone without sparing him another moment of her time.
That day in the laboratory, he toys with the rabbit until it begins to come apart in his hands, and when he is forced to leave it be, he kills experimental subject after experimental subject; but still he doesn't see her in their eyes.
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There is a lady, whose name is Afterwards - http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1629.html
Author/Artist:
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Word count: 506
Prompt: February 9 - Saiyuki/Sandman, Nii/Death: Mirrors - "I thought you'd be taller."
There is something behind other people's eyes that he sees at the moment of their deaths. It's nothing he can put his finger on, nothing that he can capture through science or magic, but it's there, and it irritates him that he can't get any closer to it. He has always been able to do everything else that he wanted. This should be no different.
An old legend reminds him of the tale of a man who trapped his own death in a cage of mirrors when it came to claim him, and how he spent the rest of his life holding it there until he was prepared to let it go. Black wings and claws. The images appeal to him.
As his plans progress, as he draws closer to that moment when he will be able to pull everything apart and scatter it all like a child's castle, he finds himself watching mirrors as he passes them.
Is he waiting for someone to reach out and stop him? For his own personal black bird to come in a storm of crow-wings and drag him into the shadows?
You never stopped me, Koumyou. Nobody ever stopped me. Even that time when you caught my wrist, you let me go again --
The only things that have ever truly intrigued Ukoku are the ones that he doesn't understand, or can't have, or can't master. The path behind him is littered with broken toys. This new shadow that he looks for in the eyes of everyone around him is just another thing that he intends to comprehend and then throw away.
He can't see it in his own eyes, of course. He took off his glasses and squinted into the mirror, but all that was there was flesh and blood and spirit. Nothing more. No personal death. No stranger.
It would be interesting, he thinks casually, to be able to communicate with death; to understand it; to break its spirit.
But when he passes the mirror one day and sees a girl watching him from the other side of the pane, her eyes are as black and impassive as a crow's eyes, her face as closed as a coin and as uninterested as a statue's.
"I thought you'd be taller," he murmurs, leaning against the mirror and fondling the glass with dirty fingers.
She shrugs. Her shoulders are as white as chalk. "I thought you'd be more interesting."
"And am I?"
"No. Just another nihilist looking for a challenge."
He lets his eyebrows quirk; he is, though he would not admit it, somewhat hurt by this dismissal. "You sound as if you meet a lot of us."
"I meet everyone," she says, and is gone without sparing him another moment of her time.
That day in the laboratory, he toys with the rabbit until it begins to come apart in his hands, and when he is forced to leave it be, he kills experimental subject after experimental subject; but still he doesn't see her in their eyes.
---
There is a lady, whose name is Afterwards - http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1629.html
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Date: 2008-02-09 12:56 am (UTC)Thank you for writing this!
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:40 am (UTC)I wonder if there's a bit of a parallel here with how Morpheus was captured and imprisoned, since you mention the legend of Death being captured. That would be an interesting bit of symmetry. And Nii would be just arrogant and full of hubris enough to do it.
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:51 am (UTC)The legend of death being captured as a bird is from a different source, a short story I once read, though unfortunately I can't remember more of it than fragments. Very irritating.
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Date: 2008-02-09 04:09 am (UTC)I recall the story too but also have no idea where or whence I chanced upon it. (It could be from reading those Andrew Lang's coloured Fairytales series, when I was a child but I dunno.)
Death is cool that way, out of all the endless she seems to have the least ummm 'hangups' about life in general. and she would abhor Nii and the reasons why he does things.
Thank you for sharing with us this lovely, sharp and insightful piece!
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Date: 2008-02-09 12:52 pm (UTC)and cool... I loved those books. They were in the library and they're so much more than the Disney things than what the children get today.
I have a nice hubby who has acquired me over the years the set. (not the originals...of course, reprints). Hopefully my children will come to love them too!
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Date: 2008-02-09 01:01 pm (UTC)We had those books in my library too, and I read all the way through them as well. ;) And while I think they were a bit edited, they were _much_ better than Disney. I totally agree. I've given a few to a friend's daughter when I ran across them secondhand.
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Date: 2008-02-09 01:23 pm (UTC)I don't regret many things but I was in a second book shop ( a lovely little old one with some wonderful things in it) in Hebden Bridge when I was a poor student at Hudds (Poly at the time) and I actually picked up to browse a coloured print of one of those books. But sadly being a poor student I had to put it down and move on along...it was very hard to do!
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Date: 2008-02-09 10:27 pm (UTC)You poor thing. That must have been very hard indeed to do!
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:04 am (UTC)Yes! Guys like Nii always think they're unique, and that everyone else is nothing - you really nailed it (and him!).
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Date: 2011-12-04 01:19 am (UTC)I'm in love with your works ♥
The following exchange is my favourite part - the best descriptor of Nii I've seen, even if the harshest one:
"I thought you'd be taller," he murmurs, leaning against the mirror and fondling the glass with dirty fingers.
She shrugs. Her shoulders are as white as chalk. "I thought you'd be more interesting."
"And am I?"
"No. Just another nihilist looking for a challenge."
Nii is a really unlikeable person, but I'm drawn to him as a character.
If you're updated on the manga's most recent developments, do you think Nii's story is over or will we see him again?
Have you ever found out about the origins of that story about a man trapping his death?
I hope it's not too much of a bother replying to my comments ^^;;
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Date: 2011-12-04 11:33 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like this piece. I'm afraid that I still haven't found the reference about a man trapping his own death. One of these days...