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~Suzette ✧ Chapter XIV~

༻A Moment’ Rest༺


     Ašon bon, Hikaru.”

     For a moment he merely glares at me blankly, as though he cannot recognize who I am, until he finally smiles slightly.

     “Ah…sâlêzj, Suzette.”

     “So, what are we to do today?” I ask as he arises, “Do you wish to continue traveling, or are we to stay in this area?”

     He just blinks at me.

     “Why would we not…” his voice trails off, and he turns his head, seeing Chêne sitting to the side of us. “Oh, right.”

     “Well,” he hoarsely says before clearing his voice, “That’s up to Chêne, if they find a gathering nearby or not.”

     “I have already found one only a half-hour’s walk away,” Chêne says, “And it appears it shall be small enough for you, Hikaru.”

     “You do not wish to go to a large celebration?” I ask, turning to him.

     It is true that he must have gone quite out of his way to find anything at all, so I should surely not be disappointed; yet also, would it not surely be more enjoyable with more people—erm, faeries—there? Yet perhaps that would be dangerous, and a smaller celebration would be safer…

     “Pšyku,” Hikaru says, “But…not at all. I do not do well with large crowds; you really don’t want to see that,” he adds with an odd air of seriousness.

     “Then, whatever you wish shall work for me!” I reply more optimistically, and he smiles in return.

     “Yet…” I begin, “How many days are left until the Solstice?”

     “Only a few,” Chêne answers.

     I nod and look down, clasping together my hands.

     “I suppose it is nice to rest for a time,” I comment.

     It is a tad strange, however…I suppose it is true that we have already taken various detours on our journey, yet during those I was feeling ill; I could not quite continue on very well. Now we remain still by our own volition, in the forest far from others, not traversing for multiple days…what is there to do?

     For a few hours Hikaru and I look around, finding an assortment of onions, mushrooms, and ripe berries to eat. Soon thereafter we come upon a stream gentle and clear to fill our flasks. Then we return to the clearing, and Hikaru stretches a little. And then…nothing…

     I glance over to see Hikaru with his eye closed, hands in his lap, seemingly perfectly at peace. A short distance away, Chêne is doing the same. I curl my legs up to myself and sigh softly. For a short time, I gaze out to the distance, focusing upon nothing in particular, simply the large masses of green leaves…yet, scarcely without thought, my gaze shifts towards Hikaru. In this moment, relatively close to him, I cannot help but study every detail.

     His violet hat bathes him in shadows; yet, even through the shadows, the white of his lashes and hair still glisten bright. His bony hands are nearly as colorless…they almost appear as those of a specter. Perhaps that does not help the world’s cruelty towards him…and that does not even account for the scar hidden under his fringe. The only features most would consider desirable are his height and breadth—his body itself is indeed quite masculine, even if his face is…ah, feminine is not the correct word, is it? That day, I did not believe him a woman because he appears as one at all; rather, he simply has a quality few men hold. Beautiful, lovely—yes, that is what he looks like…

     If he were to keep himself differently, if perhaps he was not born colorless and did not bear the consequences of such—my, I am sure he would have little use for me! His charm would be clear to all, and a pathetic woman such as myself would never be able to so much as speak to him…

     Yet even despite the way he was born, and the odd manner he chooses to upkeep himself—no, that is incorrect as well; perhaps, even because of these things as well, I…I cannot help but find him lovelier than anyone else…

     Once I realize it, I frown and grip my palms tight…

     “Hikaru…” I whisper under my breath; but in response he lifts his head.


     “O-Oh, um—” I fumble and swiftly gaze away—I had not meant to say that aloud!

     “Not to offend,” I begin, “But just sitting here, remaining entirely still—it is a tad boring.”

     “Hmm…” He gazes away for a moment, before finally looking back towards me.

     “Would you like something to read? I’ve some books in my bag.”

     I stare.

     “You have…books in there? Not merely that journal I sometimes see you carry, nor that book of poetry, yet…multiple other books?”


     I simply stare.

     “So…at all times, you carry an instrument, a lantern, medicinal supplies, occasionally food, and now books?” I do not mean to grow loud, but, it is so…!

     “Hikaru, that bag is not that large! How is that remotely possible?”

     “Is it not obvious?” I hear a flat voice say to the side. I glance over to see Chêne wearing the same emotionless expression they always do.


     “No,” they say, “I am surprised you have not noticed the sigil.”


     “This,” Hikaru says, pointing to the flap of his satchel. On it is embroidered a simple, yet strange design: in the middle is a large circle, with two smaller circles inside sitting atop one another; and within those circles sits a singular square each. Of course I have noticed the pattern, yet I have never paid mind to it. I assumed perhaps it was some Asàshían pattern, considering his clothing and such.

     “I do not understand what embroidery has to do with this…”

     My, it seems even after all our time traveling, he still has so many secrets which I still do not understand…

     “It’s a magical symbol,” he says. “It allows this bag to be much larger on the inside than the outside. It is how I’m able to carry so much with me.

     “I’ve never mentioned it, because…” he pauses. “Well, you always seem so put off by these things.”

     “No…” I say, slightly regretfully. “I do not mean to be rude, it is merely…I never imagined such things as magic bags, or faeries, or whatever else may sincerely be real…”

     “That makes sense,” he says. “But yes, that’s how this works.”

     “So…” I begin, “If I were to embroider that symbol upon my bag, would it become like yours as well?”

     “If I did it, then yes,” he says. “Only priests can—”

     Immediately, his mouth shuts tight.

     “…Priests? Are you a priest, Hikaru?”

     I thought he was pale before, yet the subtle rosy hues of his skin entirely vanish.

     “I-I—” he stumbles repeatedly in a croaking voice, as his face winces, “I must go.”


     Swiftly as the wind he darts upwards, and he—no, it does not simply appear that he dashes away, yet it is almost as though he is pulled away from me!

     “Wait—!” I shout, and swiftly stumble upwards in a chase!

     Leaves and twigs crack violently beneath our feet as we rush through the woods—though I have difficulty truly paying attention…it does seem as though his steps do not quite align with his movement, like a child making their little doll “walk.”

     Soon in a fit of desperation, I jump and nearly topple downwards, pulling him into my embrace. Though he could surely shove me off with ease, it would involve throwing me to the ground…and it appears he is not prepared for that.


     “Stop! I will not inquire any further, just please do not leave!”

     For an eternity we remain in place, breathing heavily, head swirling. He puts his hand to his head, and subsequently I embrace him tighter and tighter…

     “I do not mean to always pry so much into your life, Hikaru…sâ pšyku vrémond,” I whisper. “It is always so interesting, so curious, it is…I scarcely think of it—”

     “No…” he heaves, “I—it’s not you. There are things I can’t tell you. I wouldn’t mind, but…I can’t.”

     “…Why not? Is it—is it something illicit? You have…not hurt someone or something of that nature, have you?”

     “No, nothing like that,” he replies solemnly. His free hand reaches down to my own, and grasps it gently. “It is—well, I should not bring it up again.”

     “Hikaru,” I pull him a little closer to my height, whispering into his ear to the best of my ability, “I do not mind if you are a priest. Even if it is the Moon, you know I do not quite concern myself with such matters. I trust you, Hikaru.”

     “It’s not you I’m worried about—it’s never been you,” he says, at last softly pushing me away.

     But what is that to mean?

     Yet, I know I cannot inquire any further.

     “You two,” Chêne’s voice manifests from behind us, “It would be well for us to return to the clearing.”

     Though their face keeps the same expression as always, their eyes appear to betray some indiscernible emotion…

     Hikaru and I both nod silently and begin following them back. However, I trot up to his side, and then—


     He gazes down to me as my palm tightly grips his.

     “I thought we were taking this journey together, Hikaru.”

     “Well…of course we are.”

     “Then do not leave; at least, certainly not in such a manner…if I must cease what I am doing or asking, just tell me so. I shall not be upset or offended…”

     “Yes…please forgive me, I just panicked—”

     “No need to apologize,” I whisper, squeezing his hand even more, “Let us just stay together this time.”

     “Can do,” he replies with a sweet smile.

     And soon, the three of us return to our spot in the clearing.

     “So, of those books…” I begin, attempting to change the subject back to before.

     “Oh, right,” he says while opening his bag, “What kind of book would you like to read?”

     “What do you own?”

     “Well…maybe it would be easier to just bring them out,” he says. Then he plunges both hands deep into the bag; as they are brought up, the entire satchel suddenly stretches…and then comes an entire box of books!

     “There are so many, at least a couple dozen!”

     “Heh,” he chuckles, “In spite of what it seems, I get bored too—just less so with you around.”

     I go to the box and begin shuffling through the volumes, attempting not to think too deeply of his words.

     Immediately one book draws my eyes, one bound differently from all the others, with small threads on the spine revealing the yellowed pages within. Although I wonder if it is truly appropriate for inspection, as it is quite unique compared to the others, my hand is still drawn to it. Surely he will say something if I am not meant to see it…

     As I pull it out, I notice the covers are even more worn, a light and withered blue. Oddly, the front cover has nothing at all; yet once I turn to the back, I notice what appears to be a flowing script written vertically. It is entirely illegible…

     “If you’re wanting to actually read, I doubt that’s a good choice,” Hikaru says at last.

     “What is this?” I ask, opening the pages. Inside lies weathered drawings of strange beings in a rather strange style, and more of the same, swirling script which adorns the cover. “Is this Asàshían?”

     “Yes, I’ve had that book ever since I was very young,” he says wistfully. “It’s a book of faerie tales from my mother; at the time, it was the only book we owned. I’ve kept it ever since, even if I can hardly remember how to read it now.”

     “Hmm…” I hum, flipping through the pages. “You really are a rather nostalgic person.”

     “Am I?”

     “You have kept this book after all these years, you still wear the clothes of your homeland even if you have not been there in a very long time, you know much about all those old legends and tales…”

     “Well, I suppose you’re not wrong…” he utters while glancing away from me.

     “It is not an ill trait,” I assure him, “Simply an observation.”

     As I continue glancing at the book, however, my mind begins wandering…

     If he is such a nostalgic person…I wonder how often he thinks of Alex? Would he rather him be here than myself? Although we seem to be close, Alex is the one he fell in love with after all; I am merely some woman…

     No, what am I saying? He is too…too…

     Yet now, I cannot even finish that thought.

     I sigh at it all, more loudly than intended.

     “Is everything all right?”

     “Yes, yes,” I reply softly, returning the book to the box, shifting through the volumes once more. This time, I attempt to look more closely upon the spines of each book, reading them carefully in order to keep my mind from going too far astray…yet with such entrancing titles as Plants of Mârsêl, Plants of Justêre, and Plants of Ilyavil, my mind continues returning to its previous thoughts. At last, I merely dip my hand down and choose whatever it happens upon. To my surprise, I find it is not another one of his endless journals, yet something I am familiar with.

     “Khroze Aosky The Blue Rose…you have read this, Hikaru?”

     He stares at me blankly, yet his reddening face betrays his true emotion.

     “…Is that bad?”

     “Why would it be? Because it is a romance?” I say with a slight chuckle; yet, he does sincerely appear embarrassed…

     He glances away from me, yet I continue speaking. “I have already gleaned that you are fond of such sentimental things. Please do not be so embarrassed, it is sweet…”

     “Well, you can read whatever you like,” he says quietly, returning to his spot under the tree. I, in turn, take the novel and do likewise.

     I hold the volume within my hands, studying its bright blue cover with nothing but the title and a simple black rose etched into it. Looking upon it, I cannot help but be reminded of the circumstances under which I read this previously…

     It was when I was beginning to grow into womanhood, as a student in the academy—even then I had few friends, most were disinterested in the girl who seemed to have ceased growing years before…so instead, I spent much of my free hours reading fanciful novels. It is a little difficult not to laugh at how sincerely I believed in the sweet nonsense of novels such as this one, where a princess forsakes her birthright to marry a bard, and in their travels the two become beloved by all the world. Even in my girlhood, I knew such saccharine stories were merely the domain of faerie tales and nothing more; I was not ignorant. Yet, I wished to believe regardless…

     It was scarcely a month after finishing reading this when my family announced their intention that they would be choosing my husband for me, instead of allowing me the liberty to choose like my sister had, and brother was meant to—they did so through a letter, of course, not even bothering to visit me at the academy. In black ink, any hopes of fulfilling my dreams, of falling in love, of being anything more than a living pawn were proven as nothing but the fantasies of a child. I had still hoped to find my own way regardless, perhaps find someone I loved…yet alas, even as a “flower in full bloom,” I was but a weed. And yet…

     Perhaps, in the end, I wonder if that soft, sentimental part of myself was shattered after all…


     {Quietly I walk up to the door of the small house situated in a rather unfortunate part of the town. Although the houses around here are in a sorry state, looking like they’re only half held together—and even this one is as well, to an extent—for a long time now it’s been my favorite place to be. Surely it’s been a thousand times I’ve not only visited, but abruptly barged in with no trouble at all. It’s almost like a second home.

     So right now, why is it so difficult even just to knock?

     The chill air washes over me, a red leaf or two lodges itself in my hair. I don’t want to stay out here for long.

     And so I knock, a gesture soon answered by the kind, middle-aged woman with curly beige hair.

     “Jéyu bon, Alex!” she exclaims, her face surprisingly lighting up at the sight of me.

     “Hello Lady Wakahisa,” I say with my most polite voice, “Is Hikaru here?”

     “He’s in his room,” she replies, “You can come in. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”


     I don’t say that aloud, though, and merely enter the decrepit building without another word. However, soon Lady Wakahisa grabs my arm, pulling me back slightly.

     “Is all well?” she asks with a look of genuine concern on her face. “You have not been around often, and you seem different from usual…”

     “Mâzjêr, but everything’s fine,” I say trying to assure her, although it’s a pretty pathetic attempt at it. “Just been busy lately.”

     “All right then,” she answers, smiling back; although understandably, she doesn’t seem to believe me.

     Quickly I make my way through the small house, reaching his closed door.

     Under normal circumstances, I would walk right in without caring to knock—it’s never been an issue before. But now…it just feels different. Uncomfortable. So, I give the door a light tap.

     “Yes?” I hear a muffled voice reply softly on the other side.

     “Can I come in?”

     For a moment, I am answered by nothing but silence.

     “Yeah, if you want to.”

     Slowly I open up the door to see him sitting on his bed in the same spot as always, curled up with a small tome about flowers that I swear he must have read a hundred times already.

     “How’s everything going?” I ask quietly, sitting beside him about as gently as I can make myself. “It’s been a little while.”

     “Only a couple weeks,” he whispers. “That’s not very long.”

     “It is for us, isn’t it?”

     He doesn’t say anything.

     “Look…I’m not mad at you, Hikaru.”

     “Even though I got angry at you for no good reason?”

     “Yes, even in spite of that…I’m more worried about you. You’ve been acting strange.”

     He closes his book and holds it in hand; but instead of looking at me, he continues gazing off into the distance.

     “Aren’t I always strange?” he mumbles.

     I hesitate to answer…I can’t honestly say no.

     “…Maybe,” I reply after a moment, “But it’s never a bad thing. Right now though, you seem really depressed…”

     He chuckles under his breath, but doesn’t say a word.

     “You can come to me with anything,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I mean…you know you’re my best friend, right?”

     For a split moment, he glances up to my direction—but just as quickly, he looks away again.

     I sigh, and at last decide to get a bit desperate.

     “Please tell me what’s wrong—maybe I can help you.”

     “It’s not worth your time,” he says, “And I don’t think there’s any helping me.”

     “Hmm…” I put my hand to my chin, and begin thinking.

     “Are you having issues with your mother?”

     He doesn’t say anything, move, or have any reaction at all.

     “Work? Released from your job?”


     “Did some other bad thing happen?”

     Still nothing.

     “Hmm…have a girl you fancy?”

     Although it is subtle, he bites his lips and his eye darts away.

     “Aha!” I exclaim, “Is that why you’re so upset? Did she reject you?”

     “…How do you know that’s really what I’m upset about?”

     “It’s the only thing you’ve given any reaction to.”

     “Well…” he sighs, “If that is it, what does it matter? It’s nothing important.”

     “If it’s making you this upset, it must be at least a little bit important.”

     He returns to his silence.

     “So, who is it?”

     “I…” his voice trails off. “I don’t want to say.”

     “Okay then,” I go on, “Does she know?”

     “No, and never will,” he mutters.

     “Why not?”

     “I…I don’t want them to hate me. If I’m around them too much, and they catch on, they’ll…”

     “Have you isolated yourself from her? Is that why you got upset at me…to try to isolate everyone from you?”

     He puts his head into his arms.

     “See, look at how easy I am to read…”

     “But Hikaru,” I say, taking a gentler tone, “You know you’ll never know how she reacts if you never say anything to her, right?”

     “That’s not true.”

     “Has she ever said anything cruel to you that makes you think that?”


     “Hikaru, look at me…I know you don’t like it, but please look at me.”

     Just barely he lifts his head up, and his gaze meets mine. It’s good enough.

     “There’s always a chance you’ll be rejected…I mean, you know what happened between me and Ines,” I say, not being able to entirely hide my sadness even now. “But you really can never know until you try.”

     “But Alex…”

     “What is it about you that you think’s so horrible? Your name, your hair, your shyness? If that would turn her away, then she’s an asshole anyway.”

     He chuckles, but this time it seems genuine.

     “Look,” I say, “I’m not going to tell you what to do. If you really decide to never say anything to her then that’s your business…but please don’t do that just because you don’t believe in yourself.”

     “But you don’t—”

     “I’ve told you before, no ‘buts!’” I interrupt. “You know my master, I’ve known him my entire life. He never chose me to be his apprentice. I saw how wonderful he painted, and wanted to do the same. But I had to ask him to take me, although I believed myself to be awful at it.”

     “But you’re amazing!” he chimes in incredulously.

     “Apparently he thought so too—or at least, believed I had some sort of potential. Even though I didn’t believe in myself at all…I still tried anyway, and look where it got me. Do you see what I mean?”

     “Yeah, I see…”

     “So even if you have no confidence whatsoever, please try anyway; even if not in this instance, please don’t always be too scared.”

     He smiles faintly.

     “If you say so.”

     “And, you don’t have to avoid me just because you’re worried about some girl.”


     His eye grows wide, and he looks at me with an odd expression I can’t place. But it soon softens up.

     “Mâzjêr né, Alex,” he says quietly.

     I smile.

     Hopefully things can get back to normal from here.}


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