Orphans, Kasane
Friday, 31 July 2020 17:57Title: Orphans
Fandom: Kasane
Characters: Hirasaka Chigusa, Tsuki Izana
Rating: Gen
Summary: Chigusa considers Izana.
Notes: Set in the prequel novel Izana
There are babies who are born ugly, but shed their ugliness as they grow up, like caterpillars turning into butterflies.
Izana is not one of those fortunate babies.
Even only a week old, Chigusa can see it in her face. There will never be any grace of growing up that will make her face pleasant to see. Puberty, which can be a blessing for some, will wreak more havoc in that already hideous face.
There is nothing in Izana’s face to endear her to others, to persuade them to pick her up and care for her, to love her. Chigusa suspects that in an orphanage, Izana would be one of those poor babies who never get adopted, who’d grow up being bullied by other orphans, and who would, in all likelihood, spend the rest of her life working in the same orphanage, because no other place would take her. There’s no saving grace in Izana.
Except . . . except that she is all alone in the world, and so is Chigusa. This helpless baby, who has no one to protect her, to claim kinship with, except for Chigusa.
And Chigusa has no one to love, no one to cherish, no one to nurture, except for this orphan whom her own family wants to kill. Hers, and no one else’s.
They are two outsiders in this suffocating village, and perhaps, Chigusa thinks, perhaps this is life’s intended destination for her all along.
She picks up the baby and holds her close, as close as she once held another, years ago.
“We’ll have each other,” she whispers, a promise.
Izana stirs from her sleep, as if listening.
She begins to rock the baby in her arms, the moonlight shining down upon them.
Fandom: Kasane
Characters: Hirasaka Chigusa, Tsuki Izana
Rating: Gen
Summary: Chigusa considers Izana.
Notes: Set in the prequel novel Izana
There are babies who are born ugly, but shed their ugliness as they grow up, like caterpillars turning into butterflies.
Izana is not one of those fortunate babies.
Even only a week old, Chigusa can see it in her face. There will never be any grace of growing up that will make her face pleasant to see. Puberty, which can be a blessing for some, will wreak more havoc in that already hideous face.
There is nothing in Izana’s face to endear her to others, to persuade them to pick her up and care for her, to love her. Chigusa suspects that in an orphanage, Izana would be one of those poor babies who never get adopted, who’d grow up being bullied by other orphans, and who would, in all likelihood, spend the rest of her life working in the same orphanage, because no other place would take her. There’s no saving grace in Izana.
Except . . . except that she is all alone in the world, and so is Chigusa. This helpless baby, who has no one to protect her, to claim kinship with, except for Chigusa.
And Chigusa has no one to love, no one to cherish, no one to nurture, except for this orphan whom her own family wants to kill. Hers, and no one else’s.
They are two outsiders in this suffocating village, and perhaps, Chigusa thinks, perhaps this is life’s intended destination for her all along.
She picks up the baby and holds her close, as close as she once held another, years ago.
“We’ll have each other,” she whispers, a promise.
Izana stirs from her sleep, as if listening.
She begins to rock the baby in her arms, the moonlight shining down upon them.