/jp/ - Otaku Culture

i'm not a writer so please be patient. i'm not a native speaker either, just wrote a short story on a whim cuz dai is cute.


sitting by a warm stove in the cold autumn, here i am, contemplating how to confess my feelings toward my sweetheart. her bright smile was the warmest thing of the last warm summer. alone i was, lost in gensokyo, and like a thunder she appeared, loudly and unexpected, into my life. fishing by a blue river with no name i was battling luck and fishes both, when from behind an hight-pitched, but not unpleasant, voice call me. with unknown words she ask unknown questions, at least i think they were questions, i only had her deep light blue eyes and an inquisitive smile on her round cute face as an hint. i introduced myself, a little embarassed, and raised my cheap bamboo fishing rod in what i'm certain was quite a goofy way. she smiled, no, she never stopped smiling, her face just got more warmer, brighter, like a child satisfied by a lucky find. encouraged by her welcoming smile i babbled some stuff, what exactly i remember no more, erased by the memory of the moment when she untied her arms from behind her back and reached for my free hand. like a moron i was waving the short rod here and there, and like hypnotized, when her tiny hand embraced mine, i putted it down and followed her like a child. it was probably a funny sight, being bigger two times as her, but she always had this womanly, motherly even, aura surrounding her young spring-like figure. we played all day like children, testing our intentions and thoughts without the dear help of words. many precious days like the first one followed, she even invited me to her small house after a while, but i never dared to visit. she was always the one picking me up, a small girl pickin up a grown ass man like me, sitting by the river like a grumpy bear. when she came i usually dined light, hard to do otherwise when you pass your days running like a puppy in the green fields. alas that was all the past, with the rain and the cold winds announcing the come of winter it was difficult to wait by the river, and when she came, in the grey calm days, we shared only few hours together. that's when i realized how important she was, is, to me, how i see her as more than a playmate and how much i want to stay by her side the night as the day, with sun as with the rain. however we dont speak the same language, and that can be fine when you just want to play, but how am i supposed to reach her heart like this? would a flower be enough? should i just kiss her on the spot? i doubt i have the guts for it. yet i dont wanna to sit aside, i dont wanna to ignore these feelings just because of cowardice. the wooden walls of the small hut i called home were suffocating, hours after hours, days after days passing meaningless; the whole situation, far from new in my life, now tasted so bitter and unfair, whatever the outcome i wanted to try it, i wanted to see her and confess everything, hoping it would be enough to cure my malaise. quite a selfish and convenient outcome, i didnt miss it, yet i felt the weight on my chest was so heavy that i just had to go. a man gotta be a man, with such a banal truth i encouraged my feet to step out my hut, into the dark blue late evening. maybe she's already asleep, and other sorry excuses, kept me company while my fast unsteady steps marched drived by the fire burning in my chest. feverish walking in the small road i could feel all the animals, safe in bushes and trees, watching the unusual guest, disturbing their nightly routine. i wasnt even sure it was the correct route, maybe deep down i wished it wasnt, so i could sit it down, like it would solve anything, like this loneliness would just be gone tomorrow. a foolish tought, but fate helped this poor fool since just as fear started to overcome my resolution i spotted her small, bigger than mine though, home. she lived in a tree like a fairy. this was far less amazing than her cute fairy wings. the orange light filtered by the windows gave little mercy to my weak heart, she was still up and i was here, near her home. no more excuses. with slow steps i approach the tree, with my eyes nervously searching something in the dark, maybe help, maybe her, the heart in my chest was more agitated than ever. feeling sweat on my forehead i stopped, fearing i would look like a madman to her. breath in, breath out, i try to calm myself, the door is near, the most of it is done, i repeat to myself. just as i make a more firm step toward her home, my goal, the door of the treehouse suddendly open. two small winged figures come out, but the darkness of the sky hide most of their figure, like a black silk veil. she's not among them, i dont know how but i just know, could they be friends?

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Daughter-wife.
there i fixed it, no need to thank me