Excerpt from “Tsuru”
(taken from Tsuru, by Sacrophagus: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1242766/1/Tsuru )
“What is it like… being the way you are?”
Tsuru sniffled and wiped his eyes with his fingers. “No one understands what I think. They don’t see what I see.”
Chitaka nodded again.
Tsuru’s eyes scanned the area around them, and finally focused on something in the distance, just as a cold breeze swept by. He lifted his hand and pointed in that direction. “Look over there. Do you see that tree?”
Chitaka glanced up, and his eyes settled on a large deciduous tree, most of the leaves of which had turned a copper color and were on the verge of falling. “Yes.”
“Do you see the leaves dancing with each other?”
Chitaka stared long and hard at the tree. The request from Tsuru almost sounded silly, something that he wasn’t sure whether to take seriously. But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t see the leaves actually “dancing,” only their movement itself, as another breeze made itself known. “I just see the wind blowing,” he said quietly, looking down at Tsuru.
“That’s what I mean,” Tsuru said softly.
Chitaka could only barely try to sympathize with what Tsuru must have felt like. He had never been placed in a position like this, himself. “Is it hard… seeing things that no one else understands?”
Tsuru paused, biting on his lip, bringing some color to the pale flesh.
Chitaka almost thought twice about asking. But then Tsuru spoke again, very quietly.
“It’s like having a lot of secrets, that you can’t tell anyone. You can see things that are magical, but things that are… are also bad. And it’s not good, being like this. It’s like you know everything about the world, and everyone else knows nothing-and you want to share them, these secrets, with the ones that you care about, but either they don’t want to hear them, or they can’t hear them.”
