![]() Compilation by Dark Setsuna and Mitsuki Kaburagi. We've always been intrigued and fascinated about Seishirou's strange relationship with Setsuka, his mother and predescesor, so this small compilation of every allusion he makes about his feelings towards her just goes to clarify a little the many dark points about the previous Sakurazukamori and the weird way in which she was bounded to her son and known assasin. |
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From 'Beginning', fanfiction by Sakurazuka Val [Note: Seimei and Mitsuaki are Subaru's father and mother, respectively.] [...] "Okaa-sama?" [...] A little, probably ten-year-old boy dressed in black school uniform was calmly standing at the very feet of the Barrow Tree, surveying the bizarre scene with the innocence of those who still don't know anything about death and sorrow, a hint of interested curiosity half perceived in his face, veiled by shadow. [...] And just then the boy entered the circle of moonlight that illuminated the clearance. [...] "Who's this Omnyouji?" The child's serenely demanding voice, showing no fear, showing absolutely not the slightest trace of emotion... [...] No. "Seishirou!" Setsuka's voice appeared enlighten by the strangest combination of surprise and joy, and he managed to raise his weary head to capture the unusual glint of familiarity in the woman's crimson eyes, the trace of a smile that, not given the moment, he would have called a loving one, as she called the boy by his name. Seishirou... Seimei's febrile eyes flashed glaucously expectant. "Come over here, sweetheart!" Setsuka held out her delicate hand, the presence of her disturbed lover suddenly as if forgotten. And the child obeyed, rushing to the woman's side as his questioning glance never left Seimei's bright emerald pools. The woman put her pale hands on the boy's proud shoulders, sheltering the little body against her long limbs, then turned again to face her visitor, the startling voidness of her smile blurred a bit by a dark hint of satisfaction. Seimei's green eyes went wide open, until they almost occupied all of the space left in his beautiful face. Setsuka's smile grew wider. "My son." [...] "Your... son... ?" Seimei shook his head slowly, refusing to believe, resisting the certainty that lay before him, though his own vision gave him all the evidence he needed to know his deny was useless. The boy's eyes. Empty. Divested of all trace of humanity whatsoever. Void mirrors that gave away only his own perplex reflection as he stared fixedly into them, surrounded by a thick shock of Setsuka's same raven hair that was softly stroke now and then by the delicacy of a sakura petal. A face that was already handsome in his early childhood and promised to grow until his masculine perfection surpassed even the beauty of his mother, whose long, graceful features perfectly emulated. A face that had never known the trace of any emotion and never will. And with all that, the terrorizing possibility that he might as well be... No. "But... how? When...?" Seimei's mind was incapable of thinking correctly, busy with a myriad of fears and doubts and questions that fought to be clarified. The now almost glassy green eyes somehow managed to escape from the little boy's silent inquiry and flew to the woman's ones, without even bothering to disguise his fear, "... Why didn't you tell me...?" "What for?" Setsuka's cutting simplicity did not admit any possible reply, "What would you have done after all, overjoyed as you were with the birth of your own inheritors? Seishirou's existence would have remained indifferent to you, until now." Her pale fingers brushed through the silky dark hair of her beautiful son in sort of a caress, "Mitsuaki-chan's twins, and my Seishirou... they belong to the next generation... " [...] "Don't make the child see how you kill me." [...] The serene beauty of his delicate face even caused the Sakurazukamori's pupils to dilate in pleasure, fascinated by the heavenly vision that was offered to her eyes. [...] "Do not worry, my darling." her dark smile emulated once again all the sensual passion that had enraptured his heart when they were forbidden lovers, as she closed her fingers firmly on her child's shoulders, "I won't kill you..." A breathing, awaiting silence enveloped the aura of the maboroshi for a few moments that seemed to went on for eternity. "Seishirou will..." [...] The boy's interrogating stare lifted to his mother's face, as if to be sure he was being allowed to play an interesting game which rules he was still beginning to learn. Setsuka smiled warmly at him, a great contrast that denied the nature of the moment, and bowed her head slightly. "Don't... " Seimei closed his eyes as if like that he could be able to chase all the horror in his heart away. The thick eyelashes lifted a bit, allowing the green radiance of his melancholic iris to come out one last instant in his lifetime. "Please, don't make him do it..." "Not him..." Not him... Seishirou's stare fixed over him. A rich, golden brown that shone as cold as the chilling breeze that cut through the frail barrier of his clothing. Fascinating. So cold... Beautiful... And cold... Suddenly nothing else in the world seemed to exist but the calm, empty lure of that stare. A flurry of sakura blossoms was carried away by a sudden gust of wind over him. Seimei's eyelids began to feel heavy. The sudden strength of the glaze enveloped him in a daydream of flying sakura petals. And he was suddenly tired, so tired. And sad. Something velvety and small brushed over the side of his alabaster face, opening a deep wound that soon started bleeding. There was something very wrong... He frowned as a myriad of pink engulfed his white clad body. Something as little and delicate was not supposed to hurt. Sakura petals were flying, flying, their furious stroke cutting through him like a rain of diminutive crystal shards, but bringing no pain, as the bright whiteness of his ceremonial robes was slowly beginning to turn scarlet. Seimei's lips opened to gasp for air, a sweet, warm taste breaking upon his numb tongue. The world was blood red with sakura petals... [...] "Subaru..." A last, ragged whisper escaped from the shuddering frame, and with it, his last breath. Gracefully and slowly, Seimei fell back to the sakura covered grass, leaving a twinkling path of crystal tears that managed to break out of the now obscure green eyes in the last instant behind him. "Subaru?" little Seishirou's voice sounded confused, as if trying to work out the meaning of his prey's last words, his thoughtful brown eyes looking indifferently at the lifeless body that laid in front of his small figure in the middle of a bright red pool. "Farewell, darling Seimei-kun," Setsuka's abstract smile was half hidden by the long shadows projected by the tall Sakura Barrow, "and have no fear, for I will not be the one to harm your beloved children..." The bloody eyes lingered just a minute more over the beautiful, peaceful face of the Thirteenth Head of the Sumeragi Clan, to then rest over the contemplative figure of her son, "My time is soon to be over, as well..." "And then we will meet again."
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found an old comb this morning. Setsuka
laughs again. [Seishirou, to Subaru] When I killed a person for the first time... I was fifteen years old. I murdered the previous Sakurazukamori. She was my own mother. It seems I am totally feelingless. Even when my mother's blood flew like a sea, I didn't feel anything at all. After that, it has always been the same, no matter who I kill I don't feel anything special. For many years ago I have been unable to make any distiction between people and things... ![]() Seishirou's words are enough to understand what killing his mother really meant to him, appart from the fact of his becoming the next Sakurazukamori. When he confesses this to Subaru he appears very sure of his nature, and doesn't seem to be blaming his lack of emotions on Setsuka's murder. Perhaps the fact of him being able to kill the one who gave birth to him gives Seishirou the certainty that he is totally capable of killing 'anyone' -except, at least 'till now, his Subaru-kun =)- , and so he feels protected and shielded against that weird little thing emotion is. He outlines his mother's death as a very important moment in his life, and that's a little trace that tells us maybe Seishirou really 'felt' something towards Setsuka after all. If not, then why does he remarks it as the such a deed that changed his life? Shouldn't it mean nothing but "another broken thing" to him? Is he keeping that little red comb only for personal use?? ;) With such a little time dedicated to Sakurazuka Seishirou's past, so many questions are to remain officially unanswered. So we'll just keep wondering whether our Seishirou was capable of developing affection towards a mother he barely got to know but eventhough gave birth to him or if he's, after all, the ultimate killing machine. ![]() |