Himegami no Miko v2c0
Summary: Chikane has some introspective thoughts. what a surprise
The girl is wrapped in blue.
There isn't a cloud in the sky.
The azure sea seems endless.
Salt on the white sandy beaches burns the feet.
The fragrance of the tide tickles the nostrils.
The sound of the surf is soothing to the ear.
Now, here is the pure blue world and herself.
It's strange, the girl thinks.
For the girl, the sea was the same as the plains, mountains and forests- they were all battlefields.
Once, snow and cold wind blew fiercely during mid-winter swimming practice.
Possibly, there was a mock battle of the Kudara.
If breaths weren't timed correctly, the head could rupture painfully.
The bitter taste of salt water must be endured.
So, there is nothing but memories.
Still, in a restricted life filled with missions and discipline, when free time seems to last only a fraction of a second, it was good it had come to this.
There wasn't any hate, and the sea wasn't a battlefield.
Why? The girl thinks.
Why is this so here?
Maybe, she likes it because there's nothing?
The girl ponders every time she sees the sea&h.e.l.lip;
Suddenly, that thinking leads somewhere else.
The sea is the pillow the moon returns to.
New moon, crescent moon, half moon, full moon&h.e.l.lip; every day, the moon's phase changes and the sea never rejects it.
Traveling aloof through the kingdom of night, the girl's self overlaps, and the sea catches the moon in its arms.
This appears to be reminiscent of something else.
Even pieces of memory are nonexistent shadows of illusion.
The person who gave the girl life&h.e.l.lip; mother.
The girl was born marked as a Mikamiko, but she wasn't aware of it, and didn't have to face it alone.
From the beginning the whereabouts and names of the Mikamiko were unknown.
The Mikamiko had no mother.
Precious people such as them are offered to Oomikami.
The creator lent a free, temporary womb, although it wasn't like a women's.
The girl was told so.
The sea is the mother of all life; that's something she heard somewhere, and she thinks it's true.
While she thinks vaguely about such things, fleeting free time is pa.s.sing by.
The girl will find out when she returns to the battlefield.
In this way, many months and years pa.s.s by.
She wishes for the mother she remembers from years ago.
Limbs grow, chest expands; the girl becomes a Mikamiko.
The girl looks at the sea today.
There unchanged are the girl, the sky, the sea, the sand, and the sound of the surf&h.e.l.lip;
And&h.e.l.lip;
Another girl.
Hinomiya Himeko.