:)

目蓋にまばゆさを感じて、鈍ったるいまどろみから、我は抜け出した。

戸からは光が零れている。朝が来たようだった。我は、今日も長い時を隔てる事なく、朝を迎えれた様だった。呻く様に、体を揺らすと、すぐ傍で「んん・・・」と寝ぼける様な声が聞こえた。その声の主は「」殿。故あって、我を居候させてくれている恩人だ。我は彼に抱きつきながら、彼の胸の中で寝ていた。始めは少し慣れなさがあったのだけど、もう彼の体温を感じながら寝ている事も慣れた。今では、彼の胸の中が我の寝床でもあると言える。少し前までは、千数年も寝ていて、まさか目覚めた後、見ず知らずの「」殿の胸の中が寝床になるなんて、想像もしなかっただろう。この「」殿の体温が、我がちゃんと日を跨いで目覚めたと感じさせられて、安心できる。我は彼の体温を感じながら寝る事が慣れてしまったのだ。肌寒く感じる朝だったので、我はもう少し「」殿の胸の中で「」殿の体温を貪る事にした。我と「」殿はその後、寝床から起きて、食事を取った。食事の時は、大体我が話し、「」殿が聞くという流れになっていた。我は事を起こしたがりの性分で、つい、何か面白そうな事を思いついたら、得意になって話し立ててしまう。それを「」殿は、少し困った顔をしながらうんうんと頷き、我を褒めてくれたりする。それが我には嬉しくて、ただ嬉しくて。そんな「」殿と暮らす日々が我の日常になっている。・・・暫くすると、「」殿は勤めを果たすべく、家を出た。以前、我も手伝いたいと申し出た事もあったが、「」殿は困ったの様に笑って、我には少し早いよと断られた。・・・「」殿は、我の方が遥かに年上だと言うのに、我を子供扱いしている節がある。それが、何か悔しい・・・。我は、「」殿のお役に立ちたいと思っているのに。そう言えば、あの方にも、我はよく子供をあしらわれる様に我と接する時は、「」殿の様に困り顔で笑っていたものだった。・・・過去の事を考えるのはやめよう。あの日々は過去なんだ。不死の肉体を得て、3人ずっと一緒に居れると思っていて、いや・・・。余計な思考を我は振り払って、我は、いつもの様に部屋を掃除して、その後、家にある本等を読んで過ごす事にした。そして、大分時間がたっただろうか、我はふと、人里に行ってみたくなった。「」殿と行った、あの場所。我の知らない物ばかりで楽しかった。そんな風にあてもなく、人里へ行き、町並みを眺めていると、妖夢殿と偶然出くわしわっふるわっふる

As long as we are talking stories, and not his sadistic excesses, I'd like to lead you to pool #4150 and comments there, specifically the last of three endings (however I truly suggest you read the whole story).

I admit that he writes decently. If he didn't, uploaders wouldn't bother posting his works further on. :)

Anonymity said:
oh...the memories, the cruel truth and the unexpected encounter...

btw gaoo said he wanted to know how non-japanese people think about his stories

The story? PERFECTO!!! The sadistic? NO!

Both are good indeed.

don't know what you guys are talking about. the sadistic adds drama and if it got you guys to react to it even in a negative way, it did it's job pretty damn well i'd say.

I love his stories. A Mouse at a Bar is a keeper for me. Also I'm dying to know what happens in this scene.

dewybmt said:
the sadistic adds drama

Quoted for truth.

I like Gaoo's stuff - sadism and all - because it emphasizes the beauty of female fragility.

I love his style of writing, and the intrigue.

Hope this gets translated.

Same here Clem. I like most of his work. Female fragility would be close to the name I would put as the reason why, but another for me is how he can get people to react. That to me is one of the essences of art. His writing is pretty cool too. It really gives a strong impression of the themes gaoo makes with his art.

Feeling the brightness on my eyelids, I roused from my slumber and stole away.

Light is spilling in through the entrance. It seems morning had come. As usual, I greeted the morning early rather than wasting any time. As I stretch out my body, I hear a sleepy-sounding groan coming from nearby. It was the voice of my lord. He is the good will that took me in and let me stay with him for free. I sleep with him in my embrace, tucking my head into his chest. At first it felt awkward, but now I am used to having his warmth there when I sleep. I could say that his chest is my futon now. A short while ago, I never would have imagined that after waking from my thousand year slumber and meeting my then-unknown lord, I would be sleeping so soundly in his grasp. His warmth makes me feel safe, reassuring me that I have managed to make it to another day. I have truly become dependent on having his warmth there to sleep. Being a cold morning, my skin felt cold; I decided to snuggle back up to my lord and pilfer his heat. A bit later, we rose and had a meal. During our meals, I mostly speak while he mostly listens. With me being the type to love fooling around, whenever I think of something interesting to do I tell him. He usually puts on a hesitant expression but nods and approves, praising me. It makes me delighted. That is how we spend our days.

A while later, having things to do, he departed. In the past I offered to help him, but he declined, saying I was still too young. Even though he says I am much older than him, there are still times when he treats me like a child. It is somewhat vexing... I just want to be of use to him. Now that I think about it, that person also treated me like a child when speaking to me, wearing the same uneasy smile as my lord. ...I should stop thinking about the past. Those days are long gone. I thought the three of us would be together forever, immortal, but.... Stopping myself from overthinking it any further, I returned to the room and started cleaning as usual. Then, I read the various books around the house. After a seemingly long time had passed, I suddenly felt like going to the human village. The place I had gone to with my lord one time. It was fun, seeing so many things I had never seen before. Thus, I randomly set off for the village, and looking around at the sights I happened to see Youmu... to be continued

Anonymity said:
btw gaoo said he wanted to know how non-japanese people think about his stories

as a non-japanese individual i would have to say that i'm completely addicted to the way this guy tells stories (i always get a little excited when i see an update for "Girl in the Rain")

I also greatly enjoy these works. that last one with Nazrin and Shou was amazing :D

As much as my heart couldn't bear any end other than Nazrin's good end, I did quite enjoy it. Also, I really want someone to convey that Google has translated one of the lines in one of those endings to: "We live in a microwave." I want him to laugh as much as I did.

Tjules said:
Same here Clem. I like most of his work. Female fragility would be close to the name I would put as the reason why, but another for me is how he can get people to react. That to me is one of the essences of art.

Yes, agreed! Especially when it comes to art that drags the viewer away from their comfort zone, as Gaoo's stuff does.