WHO: Anahita WHAT: Becoming whole again WHERE: New York City WHEN: Night, December 29th RATING: Low STATUS: Complete/Solo
It was not at all often that Anahita felt unsettled. With her shroud of seamless purity long gone from her, the sin and darkness of the human world no longer affected her. She'd embraced it and long since made it a part of herself. That wasn't the source of the feeling. Whatever it was, it had been near to constant since the carnival had made its stop for the break in New York. At first it had seemed like a muted and muffled voice in the back of her mind. Then, a pull at her, as if it was a magnet pulling in a bit of metal. She couldn't shake it or identify it.
The night had been terribly normal. Quiet. She'd sketched, touched up some of her own tattoos...entirely standard. Standard and solitary. It was hard to help, considering that those that she'd called friends had gone from the carnival, so she spent more of her time by herself. Not a bother, just normal, by then. With nothing less to do, she'd laid down to sleep. But still that fuzzy, muted voice was pressing over and over. Her eyes closed, but it still persisted.
私はここにいる Watashi wa kokoni iru I am here
The words were clear as day in her mind, and her eyes opened as she heard them. She felt the pull again as the words repeated. Soft and gentle, over and over. It was undeniable, and she couldn't ignore it. No matter how late it was, she had to find what was calling to her. It was important.
私はここにいる Watashi wa kokoni iru I am here
She left carnival grounds, listening to the voice. The pull grew stronger and somehow she knew where she had to do. It wasn't hard to get into the city, even with it being so late at night. And among the lights and the throngs of people? The call only grew more urgent. Louder. Anahita walked the streets, her hands in her pockets and not really focused on any of the people around her. Just where she was. The voice continued, persisting further and further. And the feeling grew more and more familiar. She knew what it was...what it had to be. There was no denying it.
私はここにいる Watashi wa kokoni iru I am here
Over and over and over again. Her surroundings almost seemed like a blur. At least, when the voice stopped. Looking up, she saw that she was in front of a store. A collection of the ethnic and seemingly rare. The voice had stopped...this had to be the placed. Anahita walked up the steps hurriedly and went inside. Blue-green eyes scanned everything there. But what she was looking for was displayed prominently. A kimono of many colors with gilded wings stitched down the back. It hung from the wall like a tapestry. Her fingers stroked over the colors long since memorized. This was it...it was hers.
As the woman in the shop approached and asked if she was interested in the piece, Anahita didn't hesitate with an answer with the positive. "What are you asking for it?" Any price, she'd pay. Anything at all. The asking price, however, was so very low in relation to the value of the object itself. She nodded immediately. "Done." She paid the woman right out of pocket and didn't bother with the offered wrapping. She took the kimono, draping it over her arm as she left the shop. Once she'd hit the pavement she put it on. Just as soon as it was on over her shoulders, it disappeared from sight. But even if it couldn't be seen by anyone else, she knew it was there.
It was a part of her that she never intended to lose again.
"Watashi wa kokoni iru. Watashi wa zettai no gosen." I am here. I am whole.