I'm awfully sorry VIVItheHeiwa, but the thought of yaoi turns me off. ^^" Hope you don't mind.
Also, you may notice with the notable exception of Yumemi, all PC-98 characters don't have a small story attached to them. This is what I'll do with characters I have little to no information on to 'get into character', so to speak. Hope you guys don't mind... too much. And now, here we go! Categorized by requester.
can be about Rinnosuke (my faborite) Youki (because haiku and samurai go together) and Sariel (occidental mitical creature-hax-spirit-warrior trying japanese poems XD) please?? (if ad some yaoi thing would be epic awesome at least for me) :blush:
"Not buying? How sad.
If this keeps up... my poor shop...
Overflowing goods."As soon as his pen finished off the last period, the jingling of the bell above his store alerted Morichika Rinnosuke to a potential customer in his store. Maybe... just MAYBE this time he'll actually be able to sell something. It's not that he was worried about losing money; Yukari usually imported his goods free of charge since it gave her something to do and a reason to cause mischief outside the border. No, it was the loss of interesting business, to chance to test his intellectual merchant's sense against the wary customer. A game of two hunters after the same prey: Profit. He might not have the same incredible offensive power as the girls, but his mind was every bit as sharp, but he had few chances to utilize it. After all, he had survived so long in a world filled with youkai, hadn't he? Maybe, just MAYBE. This time. He got up from his chair, his haiku and the pen that wrote it already forgotten.
"Soul of the body,
Steel of the mind, be as one.
That is a swordsman."*An inscription on a board that now hangs in Konpaku Youmu's room. Signed: Konpaku Youki*
"Wing of black, rise up.
Wing of white, be free once more.
I am Sariel."*Etched into the battleground in Makai where an invader from the world known only as Gensoukyou fought against the angel Sariel*
Aaaaaah I love how you're doing this, especially with the Komeiji sisters.
Okay, how about Byakuren or Youmu or Komachi? :3
"Sealed deep underground,
I return to more fighting.
Can't we all just smile?"A single tear fell onto the paper just out of reach of the ink that formed the words. Hijiri Byakuren didn't seem to notice the wetness, her eyes seeing what was not there as memories played themselves again before her. Why? Why all the fighting? It was true that her original reason for helping others was due to her own selfishness, but she had seen the error of her ways and was trying to atone. Why couldn't others see it? Why must they always fight, always solve problems with violence? She felt alone, alone in an alien world, with nothing she could do to stem an incoming tide that will destroy it. And yet she wanted to help. She wanted to try, at least, and go down 'fighting', in a way. She smiled at the irony. A sudden yelp came from outside her cabin on Murasa's ship, then the angry hiss of a feline and the chuckle of a mouse that had just outwitted an opponent floated through the air to her ears, bringing her back to the present. Suddenly, she laughed out loud. She wasn't alone.
"Shishou, where are you?
The Mistress awaits you still.
I miss you, father."Konpaku Youmu blinked back sudden wetness around her eyes. She was a trained swordswoman, and her mind was of steel. She glanced up at the board that adorned the wall of her room, remembering the man who had wrote it. Not for the first time she cursed the strict pattern of a haiku; it defied the ability to write what she felt, to truly let the emotion flow. It helped, it was better than nothing, but she really missed the man who had taught her the way of the blade, whose place she was now trying to fill. And she felt she was doing so unsuccessfully, regardless of what others might say. Her movements were stiff, her anticipation of her mistress' needs were lacking, her cooking skills were not up to par. She didn't know that she was considered one of the best swordswomen in Gensoukyou, that Yuyuko didn't NEED an attentive servant, and that her cooking was legendary throughout the land. And neither would it have soothed her if she had. Suddenly, she felt something on her shoulder. Since when was it there? She hadn't sensed the presence of anyone in the room, and her senses were keen. She whipped around, the Roukanken already halfway out of its sheath before she stopped its motion, seeing the empty room. A piece of paper fluttered down from her shoulder, and she carefully bent down to retrieve it. It was folded in two, and Youmu, curious, unfolded it to reveal a message written in the same hand as the board. It simply read, I'm so proud of you. The half ghost girl broke down and wept.
"Sigh, sigh. How boring.
If only I could just laze...
But SHE'D have my head."Burying another yawn behind a hand, the shinigami snapped her head up and gave the land around her a piercing search, looking for a familiar hat and figure. Seeing nothing, she reasoned she was safe and settled down to have a good rest. She wasn't sure what made her write that haiku, but it felt good to get it off her chest. Her eyes closed, she didn't see the gap forming just inches away from her, nor the twinkling eyes of a certain border youkai as she did some more of her famous shenanigans, although this was to honor the loss of a gamble. As the gap closed, taking the eyes with it, Komachi's own eyes snapped open. Why was she lazing around like this?! That simply would NOT do! There were souls to ferry over, and they won't get ferried if she was taking a nap! Off she went, her scythe over her shoulder, not noticing the stifled giggles of a certain yama as she watched from far away.
Can I request one about Kana Anaberal and the Moriya Shrine trio?
This is great read. :3
"I just want a place,
That I can haunt all alone,
Without any dreams."*Words that appeared in a foggy mirror in a certain Western-style mansion that lacks vampires*
"Deity of the wind,
That sounds like enormous fun!
Would Kanako mind...?"The wind priestess pondered, tapping her brush in a random rhythm and ignoring the splatters of ink it sent everywhere. She was a human, yes, but she was also the descendant of a goddess, and was already almost divine, more than half goddess. Arrogant though it may be, saying Kochiya Sanae was already a goddess wasn't too far off the truth, only a matter of time. But when she thought about it, was it really going to be fair to her patron goddess? Kanako was the goddess of wind and rain, and there couldn't be two goddess sharing the same job. Even the Aki sisters had different jobs despite both being the goddesses of autumn. Maybe she could be the goddess of the east wind and Kanako be the goddess of the rest? Or maybe she would take the south? The oncoming headache caused her to abandon those thoughts for the moment. It was in the future, besides. Time to go watch some more Gu**am, she supposed.
"Snake eats frog, they say.
So I proved in the Great War.
Heh, or so they think."Yasaka Kanako couldn't help but let a tiny grin out as she reread her haiku, written to keep in practice with her homeland's style of poetry. Many thought that her association with snakes had been as long as she had been a goddess, but that was just rumours. In fact, her link with them started after she defeated her fellow goddess, Moriya Suwako
in fair battle over territory, and was entirely due to Suwako's own preference for frogs. Cause and effect.
It was typical of mortals; they jumped to conclusions without thinking of alternate possibilities. But that explained why Kanako was so fascinated with them, apart from the faith that she required to continue existing. They were fascinating creatures, completely predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Take her own priestess. Even with divine blood in her, she sometimes did things that Kanako found baffling, although to be fair the divinity had been diluted many times over through the years. But she was dedicated and a good priestess. A bit overzealous, but that was a common thing in priests and priestesses. She wondered what would happen to the job she had if Sanae ever ascended. Even gods didn't know everything, and she felt a bit of a headache coming on. Time to go watch the weather patterns, she supposed.
"Frog eats slug, kero.
Just like snakes eat frogs, kero.
WHERE IS SHE, KERO?!"Moriya Suwako carefully finished the last graceful stroke of her haiku. Despite her child-like appearance, the haiku was written in an adult hand, beautiful strokes and skilled pensmanship coming together to form the words. Too bad the words themselves detract from the image. Their writer sighed. The full trio weren't here. She was the goddess of earth symbolized by frogs, Kanako was the goddess of air symbolized (recently) by snakes. Where was the goddess of water symbolized by slugs? She knew that in raw power, she could quite possibly defeat Kanako. Her defeat in the Great Suwa War was merely due to the difference in their abilities; vines rusted steel, and no true battle ever took place. She could have fought, but she didn't want to let her domain fall into the ruin a confrontation between gods would most likely result in. So she surrendered peacefully, passing control of her lands into Kanako. She still retained her dominion over the curse gods though, preventing them from spreading chaos. However, the defeat made her look weak, and although she bore it, it didn't mean she had to like it. Where then was the slug god who would defeat Kanako, but be defeated by her? Her ego needed to be stoked! ...Kero.
I apologize if some of them are too wordy or if you would've liked some stories for those I don't have one for. I also apologize if my take on the characters doesn't fit your view. Finally, I'd like to apologize for having a lot of already known stuff (Such as Suwako's defeat or Sanae's divinity) in the stories with little to nothing new. Enjoy the haiku!
