The Niwa heir looks nothing like what Satoshi expected a thief to look like. Compared to his grandfather who visited to keep track of inter-clan relations, Niwa Daisuke does not seem to have the innate grace or presence of his relative. He is small and round-faced and looks too innocent by far though he must know why their two clans work together to keep their worst sides suppressed. Niwa smiles as their eyes meet. It is like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. Ironic since it is Satoshi whose family is connected with light.
“Go,” his mother says. Her fingers are too frail on his shoulder, all bone without strength. She is looking past him toward Niwa Emiko. There is grave understanding between them that Satoshi refuses to comprehend.
“I’m Daisuke,” Niwa says as Satoshi steps forward.
I know, he could say, but he says, “Satoshi. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Niwa holds out a hand, smiling, and Satoshi takes it. Inside he feels the fluttering presence again and this time, with the warmth of Niwa’s smile and hand surrounding him, he lets go.
***
In a study room in the Hikari mansion, Daisuke paints with brushes Satoshi’s mother once used. Satoshi watches like he used to watch her. Daisuke’s art is not effortless perfection but it still holds a spark of life, an odd defiance to the roles their life has set them up for. Some days Satoshi finds he prefers Daisuke’s art to the Hikari art surrounding him. The warmth in Daisuke’s paintings can push back the urge to create and for a little while he can understand what Daisuke’s ancestor must have felt in wanting Hikari artwork for his own.
“Do you think,” Daisuke asks, “that if I paint enough I can fix our balance?”
Satoshi doesn’t answer because he isn’t sure there is any way to fix the push and pull between the clans. Inside him Krad stirs, soft protectiveness laced with lunacy.
Daisuke paints blue shadows on snow and Satoshi knows he feels the thread too.
***Aaaaaah, it's always when you think you're done with a fandom, nope, not done. Not quite a happy alternate world, but the drawbacks of the curses are still in existence so...? Hope you like it!***
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Re: A Balance of Measures
Date: 2014-08-10 02:14 am (UTC)The Niwa heir looks nothing like what Satoshi expected a thief to look like. Compared to his grandfather who visited to keep track of inter-clan relations, Niwa Daisuke does not seem to have the innate grace or presence of his relative. He is small and round-faced and looks too innocent by far though he must know why their two clans work together to keep their worst sides suppressed. Niwa smiles as their eyes meet. It is like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. Ironic since it is Satoshi whose family is connected with light.
“Go,” his mother says. Her fingers are too frail on his shoulder, all bone without strength. She is looking past him toward Niwa Emiko. There is grave understanding between them that Satoshi refuses to comprehend.
“I’m Daisuke,” Niwa says as Satoshi steps forward.
I know, he could say, but he says, “Satoshi. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Niwa holds out a hand, smiling, and Satoshi takes it. Inside he feels the fluttering presence again and this time, with the warmth of Niwa’s smile and hand surrounding him, he lets go.
***
In a study room in the Hikari mansion, Daisuke paints with brushes Satoshi’s mother once used. Satoshi watches like he used to watch her. Daisuke’s art is not effortless perfection but it still holds a spark of life, an odd defiance to the roles their life has set them up for. Some days Satoshi finds he prefers Daisuke’s art to the Hikari art surrounding him. The warmth in Daisuke’s paintings can push back the urge to create and for a little while he can understand what Daisuke’s ancestor must have felt in wanting Hikari artwork for his own.
“Do you think,” Daisuke asks, “that if I paint enough I can fix our balance?”
Satoshi doesn’t answer because he isn’t sure there is any way to fix the push and pull between the clans. Inside him Krad stirs, soft protectiveness laced with lunacy.
Daisuke paints blue shadows on snow and Satoshi knows he feels the thread too.
***Aaaaaah, it's always when you think you're done with a fandom, nope, not done. Not quite a happy alternate world, but the drawbacks of the curses are still in existence so...? Hope you like it!***