This is my story of how they became that which they are. It tells of love, joy, sorrow and despair. It is a story of evil, anger and hate. This is my story. But it is also their story.
Kyo and Takashi.
Read, and love them as I love them.
For as they have everything, I have nothing but that which is them.
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The Beginning
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There are many tales that tells us of how the world came to be.
One tale told of how a goddess fell from the sky to fall on a floating island. Trapped there, she created the first animals and plants to sustain herself. She was Mother.
Another told of how a god was born in an egg. When the egg cracked and he was born, his feet became the mountains and his body became the earth. Was he Father?
Another, one more familiar to me, is a tale from a nation of islands. Small it was but rich in lore. They had a book, one which they held in high regard. They called it the Kojiki, the Record of Ancient Matters. Truly it must be so for it is written within of how the world was born.
It says, when all was chaos and nothingness, a reed grew and it was Kunitokotatchi, the eternal ruler of the land. From the reed thence came Izanami and Izanagi. Gifted with a jeweled spear called Ama-no-Nuboko by the heavens, Izanagi took up the spear and stirred with it, the ocean of chaos and nothingness.
Lo and behold! Land was created, that which became Onokoro and the two deities settled on that land. Upon that island, Izanami and Izanagi created the Heavenly August Pillar and around it built their home; the Hall of Eight Fathoms. Thus was created the backbone of the world. Izanami and Izanagi then walked in opposite directions around the pillar and when they met again, in marriage they were joined. A child was born of Izanami, called Hiruko. But Hiruko was not a comely child and they set him adrift upon the sea in a reed boat. Thus was born Ebisu, God of Fishermen.
In succession, she who became Mother, gave birth to the eight islands of that nation that is Japan, the Gods of Wind and Rain, Sea and Land. But lo! When the God of Fire was birthed, badly was she burnt and the deity died. Izanagi, he who became Father, was sorrowed and enraged upon her death for she was his beloved Wife. Taking up his sword, he slew his son, the God of Fire, cutting him into three pieces and traveled forth to the Land of Gloom to seek his Wife.
He found her then, his dead Wife, but to his sorrow, she was unable to leave the Land of Gloom, having eaten of its food. But she bade her Husband to despair not, for she will prevail upon the spirits of the underworld to release her, on condition that he would wait for her and to not seek her out.
Gladden, Izanagi readily agreed but his patience knew an end. Restless, he went forth, searching for his Wife and thus, he found her.
He saw, in truth, her dead decaying body and in truth, he saw the birth of the eight Gods of Thunder. Revolted by the sight, his disgust and fear overcame his love and Izanami rose in terrible wrath. "Shame on you," she called and sent forth the spirits of the underworld to chase him.
Izanagi fled, pursued by the spirits until reaching the divider of the land of the dead and the land of the living, Izanami herself, was upon him. With mighty strength, he lifted then a boulder and blocked the way between the two lands. But Izanami's anger was not lessened. Izanami cried out, "Every day I will kill a thousand people and bring them to this land!"
To which her Husband replied, "Every day I will cause one thousand five hundred babies to be born!"
And so, it came to be that the world was made and the deities were born. That which started in love came twisted to grief, fear, hate and revulsion. Such is the tale of how the world came to be. I wonder, did Kunitokotatchi saw, in his eternal wisdom, what would have become of his children? And if he did, he who is Everything, why did he let it come to pass?
I wonder too, if I was Izanagi, would I have felt revulsion upon seeing my dead love? Would my heart have turned from her seeing my love in such a sight? I would like to believe, that I would have loved her then and loved her still. She who was my Wife, my Lover, my Mother and my Child. She who is my Everything and without which, I am Nothing.
Ah, but I am a mere mortal. I know not the workings of the gods or heaven. All I know is that this is the world which I came to be, and this is the world which I will cease to be.
For I am mortal, as is my love.
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