Post by Kogoejini Douten on Sept 28, 2015 2:48:05 GMT -5
Kogoejini sighed audibly as his right hand, the fingers each spread apart, moved to his forehead before moving backwards along his scalp, his fingers combing his hair back into place. Packing up the last of his papers, the elemental stood up from his work space and clocked out, ready to leave this place for the weekend. On his way to his car, Kogo smiled and nodded towards the students he came across in the hallways of the school where he now taught at. The whole seven minutes it took for him to get to his car, he kept an amiable smile on his face, not wanting to give anyone anything to complain about against him; at least, not while he was still on the school's grounds.
Finally at his 2010 Toyota Prius, a car which he bought two years ago, and one of the best cars he could've bought with his current salary and savings, Kogoejini quickly climbed into the car and started it's engine. As he pulled away from the school, he noticed that his tank was almost on empty. Yet another small blessing from the heavens, he thought with a flair of mildly irritated sarcasm. As he made his way towards the nearest gas station, Kogo turned on the radio in the car, tuning in to the last bits of a conversation about some old celebrities who seemed to have simply faded out of existence. The voice of the female host of the show suddenly spoke to her guest counterpart, asking a seemingly random question. "What do you think ever happened to that masked hero guy from a few years ago?"
"Do you mean that Buriza-do? Wasn't it found out that he was just a guy using tricks and special effects as a publicity stunt?" Came the reply from a male voice, probably some popular pretty-boy they got on the show as a guest speaker.
At this point, Kogo quickly switch the radio to the cd-player and began listening to what was currently in the cd slot, a copy of AC/DC's Let There Be Rock album. He found this to be a lot more relaxing than that talk show which brought back some memories he didn't need surfacing even more than they already had been today.
After filling his car with gas, the weary young man was finally able to make his way towards his intended destination. Stopping his car, he got out and reached into his backseat to pull out four long sticks of incense, and four bouquets of flowers that he had picked up en route. Now possessing the tools he needed for his latest excursion, the man walked into the place that had been on his mind all day, to the point where it had even distracted him during teaching, Misumai Cemetery. Making his way through the graves and tombstones, not seeing any other people within the cemetery, Kogo swiftly arrived at a semi-secluded spot with four gravestones close to each other, and his face grew very somber as he knelt before them.
He placed one stick on incense into an incense holder in each grave head, then lit them before setting down a bouquet of flowers before each gravestone as well. He then knelt before the four graves and spoke to them in turn with a voice filled with sadness and longing, beginning with the oldest of the graves, one with the name Douten Fumetsu. "Brother, I am sorry that you never got to live, but I have lived for the both of us. The grades of my class have been brought up by about forty percent since I visited last month. I'm sure that you wouldn't have been something as boring as a teacher, if you had the chance. I hope that you are happy being able to see mom and dad, and I hope that you will know me when I get the chance to meet you."
He then turned to the face his attention to the grave to the right of Fumetsu's, which had been the furthest to the left. This gravestone had the name Sato Akemi inscribed upon it, and was the most beautiful of the gravestones. "Mother, I miss you. Sometimes, it feels too hard to go on without you and dad, without Jirou. I am sorry that I have not been able to do anything great with my life and make you proud of your son. All I have done is fail whenever I tried to be something. However, I always have this conversation with you, and I am sure that you are tired of my complaining. Did you hear what I told brother? The scores of my class are raising. I even got complimented by the principal today on how well my students are doing in their studies." After a few more minutes of talking, Kogo ended his conversation with his mother's grave by saying, "I am sure that you would want me to speak with father a little now, so I shall go ahead and say goodbye."
Turning to the next gravestone to the right of his mother's, Kogo looked at the words carved upon it:
The elemental slammed his head to the ground as he prostrated himself before the grave, speaking out without lifting up his head. "Father!" he cried out, "This unworthy and shameful son pays his respects."
That was all he could manage to get out through his sense of guilt over how his father and his best friend, Souta Jirou, had died. After maintaining the same position for over five minutes in silence, Kogo stood up before facing the last gravestone, marking the grave of his friend Jirou. He gave a deep bow to the statue for fifteen seconds before turning around and making his way past his car, to a nearby park, where he sat down upon a bench.
As soon as he reached the bench, Kogo reached into the inner pockets of his suit and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter, swiftly moving a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. After putting the package and lighter back into his pocket, the elemental looked out at the sun that was slowly sinking towards the horizon, the tears that he had been holding back finally surfaced and began to flow down his face.
Finally at his 2010 Toyota Prius, a car which he bought two years ago, and one of the best cars he could've bought with his current salary and savings, Kogoejini quickly climbed into the car and started it's engine. As he pulled away from the school, he noticed that his tank was almost on empty. Yet another small blessing from the heavens, he thought with a flair of mildly irritated sarcasm. As he made his way towards the nearest gas station, Kogo turned on the radio in the car, tuning in to the last bits of a conversation about some old celebrities who seemed to have simply faded out of existence. The voice of the female host of the show suddenly spoke to her guest counterpart, asking a seemingly random question. "What do you think ever happened to that masked hero guy from a few years ago?"
"Do you mean that Buriza-do? Wasn't it found out that he was just a guy using tricks and special effects as a publicity stunt?" Came the reply from a male voice, probably some popular pretty-boy they got on the show as a guest speaker.
At this point, Kogo quickly switch the radio to the cd-player and began listening to what was currently in the cd slot, a copy of AC/DC's Let There Be Rock album. He found this to be a lot more relaxing than that talk show which brought back some memories he didn't need surfacing even more than they already had been today.
After filling his car with gas, the weary young man was finally able to make his way towards his intended destination. Stopping his car, he got out and reached into his backseat to pull out four long sticks of incense, and four bouquets of flowers that he had picked up en route. Now possessing the tools he needed for his latest excursion, the man walked into the place that had been on his mind all day, to the point where it had even distracted him during teaching, Misumai Cemetery. Making his way through the graves and tombstones, not seeing any other people within the cemetery, Kogo swiftly arrived at a semi-secluded spot with four gravestones close to each other, and his face grew very somber as he knelt before them.
He placed one stick on incense into an incense holder in each grave head, then lit them before setting down a bouquet of flowers before each gravestone as well. He then knelt before the four graves and spoke to them in turn with a voice filled with sadness and longing, beginning with the oldest of the graves, one with the name Douten Fumetsu. "Brother, I am sorry that you never got to live, but I have lived for the both of us. The grades of my class have been brought up by about forty percent since I visited last month. I'm sure that you wouldn't have been something as boring as a teacher, if you had the chance. I hope that you are happy being able to see mom and dad, and I hope that you will know me when I get the chance to meet you."
He then turned to the face his attention to the grave to the right of Fumetsu's, which had been the furthest to the left. This gravestone had the name Sato Akemi inscribed upon it, and was the most beautiful of the gravestones. "Mother, I miss you. Sometimes, it feels too hard to go on without you and dad, without Jirou. I am sorry that I have not been able to do anything great with my life and make you proud of your son. All I have done is fail whenever I tried to be something. However, I always have this conversation with you, and I am sure that you are tired of my complaining. Did you hear what I told brother? The scores of my class are raising. I even got complimented by the principal today on how well my students are doing in their studies." After a few more minutes of talking, Kogo ended his conversation with his mother's grave by saying, "I am sure that you would want me to speak with father a little now, so I shall go ahead and say goodbye."
Turning to the next gravestone to the right of his mother's, Kogo looked at the words carved upon it:
Douten Kenta
Father
Hero
Friend
A Noble Samurai
Father
Hero
Friend
A Noble Samurai
The elemental slammed his head to the ground as he prostrated himself before the grave, speaking out without lifting up his head. "Father!" he cried out, "This unworthy and shameful son pays his respects."
That was all he could manage to get out through his sense of guilt over how his father and his best friend, Souta Jirou, had died. After maintaining the same position for over five minutes in silence, Kogo stood up before facing the last gravestone, marking the grave of his friend Jirou. He gave a deep bow to the statue for fifteen seconds before turning around and making his way past his car, to a nearby park, where he sat down upon a bench.
As soon as he reached the bench, Kogo reached into the inner pockets of his suit and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter, swiftly moving a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. After putting the package and lighter back into his pocket, the elemental looked out at the sun that was slowly sinking towards the horizon, the tears that he had been holding back finally surfaced and began to flow down his face.