Post by Akiyama Yuuki on Sept 16, 2011 1:26:32 GMT -5
Time: Any time!
Weather: Clear
Left over right, drawn nice and tight.
Now for the obi, tied in a knot
and finally your geta, which go "Clip clop!"
The old jingle that his mother once taught him still worked! But it wasn't the same as when his mother used to put on his yukata for him. She always did it so perfectly.
Yuuki adjusted his yukata, which was always slightly...unnatural looking despite his best efforts. He grinned at himself in the mirror. He knew why the outfit never seemed to fit: it was him. He didn't fit into it. He was meant to be traveling the world, free from all bonds and responsibilities, chasing his dreams.
He shook his head. It was best not to think of things like that. Concentrate on life around you. The soft cotton of the yukata, the gentle breeze wafting into his room from the open window, the sound of the sighing sea.
What a beautiful area, the seashore. The sea, like the moon, is an agent of change. Centuries ago, this shore might have been a green pasture! But the sea had lapped and slammed into the land for so long, and erosion was such an unstoppable force, that perhaps the green pasture was transformed into the seashore near the Kaneko Inn.
Yuuki imagined the place where the land and sea once met, so many miles away, so many centuries ago. It must have been like the border between chaos and stability, the border between change and resistance to change. Life was cyclical, like the cycles of the moon. Once there had been only land, and the air had been at peace. Then there had been both land and sea, and the air had been filled with crashing thunder and hissing foam. And now, there was only sea and the air was at peace again. New Moon, Half Moon, Full Moon, New Moon.
Yuuki wished that he could have been there to see the whole process in all of its beauty. He would have been a god of the air, and he would have enjoyed watching nature at work over all those centuries. Maybe he had been a god of sea and air once, but he had somehow died along the way.
Yuuki frowned. If that were true, he must have been a cruel god, for now he was paying his penance by working as the Kaneko Inn's new manager. And now he was experiencing not the beauty, but the pain of change.
"I was naive then," Yuuki said, adjusting his hair in the mirror. He took a deep breath in and let it out. He walked to his desk and, as gingerly as a mother would pick up her shawled, newborn child, plucked up his notebook and pen. Then he went out to work the front desk.
The Kaneko Inn was a seaside resort with a traditional theme. It had man-made hot spring baths, which were a popular attraction. The front area was designed to be more modern than the rest of the inn, for convenience's sake. There were a pair of hinged doors, then a lobby where people could remove their shoes. After this there was another set of doors - sliding this time. Through the sliding doors was the front desk and the main lobby. The floors were made of tatami mats, which were...interesting to clean. There were couches around the front desk where people could sit and wait, and there was even a (very old, very persnickety) television which people could watch. Yuuki, in addition to acting as manager while his mother was...somewhere...worked every job from television repair man to housekeeper.
And front desk was an interesting job on his rotation. He got to work with a lovely woman named Urumi, and he got to meet new people and experience new things. It was better than, say...cleaning. But then, Yuuki thought, sometimes there was a degree of cleaning involved with working front desk too. He took a seat next to Urumi, looked around, and then devoted his attention to his notebook. He kept one ear in the air, so to speak, listening for any potential customers, or beach goers, or anyone who needed a front desk attendant.
Weather: Clear
Left over right, drawn nice and tight.
Now for the obi, tied in a knot
and finally your geta, which go "Clip clop!"
The old jingle that his mother once taught him still worked! But it wasn't the same as when his mother used to put on his yukata for him. She always did it so perfectly.
Yuuki adjusted his yukata, which was always slightly...unnatural looking despite his best efforts. He grinned at himself in the mirror. He knew why the outfit never seemed to fit: it was him. He didn't fit into it. He was meant to be traveling the world, free from all bonds and responsibilities, chasing his dreams.
He shook his head. It was best not to think of things like that. Concentrate on life around you. The soft cotton of the yukata, the gentle breeze wafting into his room from the open window, the sound of the sighing sea.
What a beautiful area, the seashore. The sea, like the moon, is an agent of change. Centuries ago, this shore might have been a green pasture! But the sea had lapped and slammed into the land for so long, and erosion was such an unstoppable force, that perhaps the green pasture was transformed into the seashore near the Kaneko Inn.
Yuuki imagined the place where the land and sea once met, so many miles away, so many centuries ago. It must have been like the border between chaos and stability, the border between change and resistance to change. Life was cyclical, like the cycles of the moon. Once there had been only land, and the air had been at peace. Then there had been both land and sea, and the air had been filled with crashing thunder and hissing foam. And now, there was only sea and the air was at peace again. New Moon, Half Moon, Full Moon, New Moon.
Yuuki wished that he could have been there to see the whole process in all of its beauty. He would have been a god of the air, and he would have enjoyed watching nature at work over all those centuries. Maybe he had been a god of sea and air once, but he had somehow died along the way.
Yuuki frowned. If that were true, he must have been a cruel god, for now he was paying his penance by working as the Kaneko Inn's new manager. And now he was experiencing not the beauty, but the pain of change.
"I was naive then," Yuuki said, adjusting his hair in the mirror. He took a deep breath in and let it out. He walked to his desk and, as gingerly as a mother would pick up her shawled, newborn child, plucked up his notebook and pen. Then he went out to work the front desk.
The Kaneko Inn was a seaside resort with a traditional theme. It had man-made hot spring baths, which were a popular attraction. The front area was designed to be more modern than the rest of the inn, for convenience's sake. There were a pair of hinged doors, then a lobby where people could remove their shoes. After this there was another set of doors - sliding this time. Through the sliding doors was the front desk and the main lobby. The floors were made of tatami mats, which were...interesting to clean. There were couches around the front desk where people could sit and wait, and there was even a (very old, very persnickety) television which people could watch. Yuuki, in addition to acting as manager while his mother was...somewhere...worked every job from television repair man to housekeeper.
And front desk was an interesting job on his rotation. He got to work with a lovely woman named Urumi, and he got to meet new people and experience new things. It was better than, say...cleaning. But then, Yuuki thought, sometimes there was a degree of cleaning involved with working front desk too. He took a seat next to Urumi, looked around, and then devoted his attention to his notebook. He kept one ear in the air, so to speak, listening for any potential customers, or beach goers, or anyone who needed a front desk attendant.
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