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Grandfather was not, so it was better not to tell him- Kubo could figure everything out on his own. There is a power in darkness and in the soft, dreamy glow of the stars, and much as she hated it, Sariatu was still dependent on it. There were loud and hurried sounds and a familiar face appeared at the door, a human face. Thin, and worried, but kind, hovering above a faded indigo jacket and trousers.

Doing little spells, to strengthen cord, bring rain, or call a missing fisherman home, had been how she had supported herself and Kubo for those first few years, before her mind had deteriorated; but healing had always escaped her, no matter how she tried. Hosato had known that when he had come to her, those many years ago, but he had asked anyways. The monks and midwives had already tried their best, and had not made much of a difference to his fast fading spouse.

Even at her full power, she had not been made to heal, or to deal with the myriad weaknesses of humankind. The memory was fuzzy, but it was there. Sariatu pressed a hand to her temple, where pain was already beginning to coalesce. The room bobbed in and out of focus, and her mouth was dry as the center of a sun.

Hosato glanced out the high window, at the shining moon, then back at Sariatu. A month. A month for her body to recover the trauma of being forced to ingest a sliver of time without end.

It was late, it must have been, since usually in the early evening the moon was in the west, over the ocean. There was a creak as Hosato knelt next to her. The west east half of the village, it looked scorched when we came back, and Mari told everyone about what she saw. When we found you in the forest… we assumed the worst.

I am afraid the elders will have questions in the morning. Sariatu dipped her head, politeness taking over. The villagers had never asked much, had always been endlessly generous and so good to Kubo, despite the magic he wielded and how obvious it must have been that she was not of their world.

They deserved an explanation for why they had been caught up in the attack, and she would try to give them one that was not overly frightening. As he said it, so it became true, and Sariatu felt a pang in her stomach, sharp enough to make her flinch. She nodded mutely, and Hosato gave her a kind smile before he exited, leaving her alone with the moon and a growing list of things that hurt.

How dare they press a claim on her and her child, when she had made her choice long years ago? How dare they fill his childhood with fear, how dare they hurt him, not once but twice? Her very soul rebelled at the idea of Kubo in that cold and heartless place, turned into a cold and heartless person. Her stomach twisted at the notion that he was lost forever- or perhaps that was just the hunger rearing, like a monster from the depths.

She wanted to save him, to wage war on the heavens themselves to bring him back. She had seen humanity, even though she was once the best and brightest in the skies. She had learned, and loved, and come down to earth. Kubo was human, had a human heart and a human mind, surely it would not be hard for him to relearn whatever had been stolen from him. In her eternity, she had learned to never think in absolutes. There was no such thing as true death or loss, something always stayed, no matter how changed it was.

It would not be easy. She knew that. But Father had always been worried about humans gaining enough power to challenge the gods. She thought she could recall…. The memory eluded her. But she was certain there were times when even the heavens had trembled, even if she could not form a clear recollection of them.

His quest for the armour had worried father, and he was a but a human. A daughter of heaven, with the Sword and the Helmet and the…. She thought it was a breastplate, it was so hard to think back stood a chance. She stood a chance. Hosato had a bowl of thin wheat noodles in his hand when he came back in, and an apologetic smile on his face.

Please, eat up. Sariatu finds her appetite has fled, but she picks at the bowl anyways, not wanting to offend such a gracious host.

Hospitality was something humans took- take- seriously. He shakes shook his head. I confess, I think without your son there, Mari could have been seriously injured. It is the least I can do. To his credit, Hosato does not look shocked for long, polite concern quickly reinstates control over his features. Annotations: -The title is from Shakespeare, like the previous one. Shakespeare has lots of good quotes slamming the moon.

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It's supposed to be a stylistic choice to represent her lack of temporal togetherness and it's awkward but I'm standing by it. Because in the movie the villagers dance is based on one from the Fukuoka Prefecture. Plain text with limited HTML? Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled.

Get an Invitation. Eye stolen, memories lost, a hundred thousand ri away from home. So of course, he must be rescued. Now for the next chapter. Chapter 1 Notes: See the end of the chapter for notes. Chapter Text There are times when memories are clean and bright, like shards of moonlight reflecting off of a clear sea. Forget and you are lost. We forget, we lose, we carry on. Is that not the least of it?

How right, and how wrong, they were. Kubo froze. Had he done that? He was filled with the certainty that he had done something very, very, wrong. Okay, bad metaphor. He almost thought he could make it. Kubo screamed. And she has failed. Her baby, small and sweet and so brave. Ten, then twenty, then thirty beats of waiting, and she begins to wonder. The pain is a bright star in her vision. And you betrayed us. There are lanterns. It is much preferable to moonlight.

He was blind, after all. He awoke now, and waited. It was hard to remember, sometimes. A tiny paper sword prodded him and he curled up tighter.

Then he went to go find his grandfather. He thought, maybe, this was what family was about. Her head, her mind, her stomach, her heart. Even her bones ached with sorrow, and anger. How dare they.

Could she?