Kaguya-hime Words - by Melissa Koh: safyre@jade-court.darkgod.net - - website: http://safyre.tsx.org - Monologue 1: [Julian] When I was five, a child gave up his kidney to save my life. I was too young, too much in pain to know what was going on. I knew only the anguish my body was in, the near intolerable pain that racked my body day and night. The disease had nearly killed me, but a child, my |Donor|, gave me back my life. That child was you, Breet. And I never knew your existence until my first year in senior high. You were making a big name for yourself as a movie star then. Your natural grace, delicate features combined with the most beautiful eyes had been a lethal combination. I lost count of the number hearts you have won since your first appearance, and among these hearts, you captured mine as well. It seems pretty impossible, isn't it? We share the same features, the same pair of eyes. Aside from the different shades of our hair and the fact that I am older, we might have been twins. I have met people who often exclaimed over our similarities; some even asked if I were you. I usually ignored their comments because I alone knew the truth. It made me feel special, feel different from your other fans. They didn't know it, they did not have to know it. We are related, even more so than they think. You are a clone, a clone of me. You were created to be my |Donor|, to give up any of your organs for my life, even if it meant yours. You are just a tool, just like your friends. All ten of you were created to be |Donors|. But even that fact did not stop you from being different. You were always special. You had an air that announced to the world how special you were, even if you didn't think so. It didn't matter. You snared the hearts of thousands and that was enough. Thousands worshipped you and when news of your death reached throughout the globe, your fans cried bitterly over the loss of a bright star. Some tried to kill themselves, to join you in your supposed death. I did not cry because of what I knew. You are still alive, you have to be alive. And I was right. You are on this deserted island, awaiting destiny. You are waiting for me, even if your conscious mind refuses to acknowledge my presence. It's okay, I understand how you feel. I tried to deny your existence when I first discovered you. I attempted to brush you off as my father's illegitimate son, one of the bastard children mothered by his mistress, which would explain why you look so much like me. But your beauty charmed me, robbing me of any independent thought. You became my obsession, my prayer for a newer, better life than this endless struggle with this terminal disease that slowly wastes this body. Very soon, I will lose all use of my limbs. I will never be able to have a coherent thought again. I will be trapped in a hospital ward, hooked on a life-support system just to survive. Most of all, I will never be able to see you. Nothing can be done to save me, not even you. All that can be done has failed, and all that I have left is you. You are now my last hope, my only unfulfilled wish. I want to see you, to touch you with my hands, while I am still able to feel. I want to run my fingers through your long, golden strands. I want to braid your hair, feel their silkiness rubbing against my fingertips. I want to kiss your rosy cheeks, just to see how much more can they redden. There are so many things I want to do, but time is running out for me. Before I die, I'd like to meet you, and you to meet me. Your eyes can no longer see me except for the dark figure of a man, but I don't mind. Because I have decided, if I must die, it will be for you. I will stop the other |Creators| from harming you. You are mine now and no one else may own you. Not even yourself. I will not allow anyone to lay a finger on you, not until the day I die. That is my promise. In return for giving me my life, I shall give you my eyes. I have no use for them any longer, and they will be of more use to you than to me. I will die on this island in your place and let you be yourself. You will be the one and only Breet Miller without a double. Julian L. will be gone. You will be able to return to showbiz, sharing your beauty with the world. Thank you, Breet, for everything... ........................................... Words : Monologue 1 ~ End Disclaimers: All characters of Kaguya-hime are property of Reiko Shimizu-sensei. No infringements of copyrights intended, just the writers' block is getting on the writer... Author's notes: This is short. Make that very short. I wrote it in a fit after reading a little spoiler on the manga. It's not bad, actually, but there's a bit of yaoi (slash/ gay) and yuri (lesbian). And yes, in the story itself, Julian kissed his own clone on the lips and muttered something about him being beautiful, so it's not the fantasies of a fanfiction writer ^0^ Might be a one-parter, but then, I *might* just continue... Completed : 8/9/1998 Edited by Cleo Tan on 11/8/1998 Second editing: 15/8/1998 - End Part - Kaguya-hime Words - by Melissa Koh: safyre@jade-court.darkgod.net - - website: http://safyre.tsx.org - Monologue 2: [Breet Miller] He called me his brother. His dearest brother. He gave up his life for mine...gave up his eyes for me... He said that he loved me. And by the time I found the letter, it was too late. I had lost the only kin I had. My real kin. The one who gave me my flesh and blood. He was more than a brother. He was the original body, my creator. Julian. I can never forget the man who barged into the island and revealed the truth to us. The remaining ten orphans. He told us who we are, what we are. We were the |Donors|, clones created to give others a second chance at life. Ironically, Julian gave up his to give me another chance. To let me see. To let me live. I never had the chance to thank him. I never had a proper glimpse of him either. All that I have of him are the memories of his voice, taunting and harsh, fresh in my mind as though he had just spoken to me. Told me that I was his clone, destined to die for his sake. But I didn't. Instead, I lost my identity. I became Julian. Breet Miller exists no more. There will never again be another Breet Miller. Just me. Julian L. Why? Why did he give up his life? Why did it seem as though each of us, the ten orphans, brought nothing but tragedy to the people around us? Why can't we be left alone? Why must we be hunted down, and sacrifice ourselves for them? Our creators, the original body? Julian...he wasn't sure whether the operation would be a success. He just knew that I would one day find the letter, and read it. Knew that even after meeting me, he would not be able to explain himself. That there would be no time to spare, before we have to part. For eternity. I'm happy to know you too, Julian. Be happy always, no matter where you are. This happiness is fleeting, and knowing that you are gone, it turns sour. I'm sorry. Sorry that I can't recover your body. Sorry that I never had the chance to thank you properly. Sorry that I never had the chance to speak to you. I wish there was a way to tell you all these. I've so much to tell you. That the operation was a success. That I can see again. That I want to see you with this pair of eyes. I love you too, Julian. I really do. I only wish that I could have known you better. Sayonara, Julian. Love you eternally. * * * * * * * * * * Words: Monologue 2 ~ End Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply here. I'm drained. Totally drained. Completed on: 21/11/98 - End Fic -