Kokoronashi by Hanatan
Full Name:
Akarui Yorugen
Nickname:
Rui | Though few utter her name now, those who do call her this, the half of her name meaning 'Tears.'
Akari | Once, her family called her this, the half of her name meaning 'Light.'
The Princess of Tears and Light | Her unofficial title prior to her exile, derived from the meaning of her name, being 'Tears of Light.'
Fallen Princess | Or so her Kingdom refers to her in hushed whispers.
The Little Mermaid | Many tales have been written about her, though this is by far the most popular.
Otohime | The beautiful daughter of the God of the Sea, and oddly the name that is evoked by those who pray to her for reasons she cannot comprehend.
Others | Having innumerable fake identities has given her a platitude of names, from Sara the Baker to Lady Sybil the Fortune Teller.
Age:
Appears to be 13-16
Gender:
Female
Brief Physical Description:
Rui tucked the long strands of burgundy red behind her ear as she lifted her gaze towards the clouds. The sky echoed the aquamarine hue of her eyes, which were large and doe-like and rimmed with thick lashes that caressed her cheeks when she blinked. A dainty nose sat upturned above the cupid's dip of her full lips, mirroring the small point of her chin. Her wrist was narrow like her neck, bony like the collarbones that slit across her shoulders and warned of malnutrition. Her hair cascaded along the length of her petite 4'11" frame, brushing the swell of her hips.
The only distinctive markings that stained her flawlessly pale skin were the three freckles that formed a small triangle on the inside of her left wrist.
Personality:
Loyal | Gullible | Mercurial | Neurotic
Crrrrkkkk.
She clutched the young pup closer to her chest as her head whipped towards the sound, but saw only the flutter of homeless leaves gaping in the wind. Her eyes attempted to trick her into a wayward tranquility but she would not succumb to them. Rui was certain she'd heard a noise. Certain as certain a girl could be. They were here to tear the furry friend she'd come to call Toro from her arms. They would hurt him as they had before, bleeding what was left of his wheezing breath from his lungs. No, she wasn't paranoid. Others were simply too reckless.
Rui darted around the corner of the grungy alleyway and stumbled straight into a solid chest. A yelp leapt from between her lips as she fell to her haunches, curling into herself to protect both Toro and herself from the man's prying eyes.
"Are you alright?" he asked, and from his voice she knew he was young.
"I'm fine," she replied. No, she scalded her voice. No, no no! I'm not fine! I'm terrified, I'm hungry, I'm hurt, but the thoughts would not come out. She was trapped in her own body, her thoughts clawing at her scalp, moaning, pleading for release. Listen to me! See me!
The young man bent his tall frame to offer her his outstretched hand. He tugged her to his feet and she dared raise her gaze to meet his. Suddenly, her fear melted into a puddle at her feet and a warmth blazed within her. She could feel every particle of his skin against her palm as his touch seeped into her bones. He was kind. So very, very kind. She would repay him. She would do anything for him. She would follow him to Hell and through.
"William!" he exclaimed.
She would save him as he had her. They would be friends, perhaps even more.
"There you've been," he crooned, reaching his arms towards her. "Michelle's been worried sick."
Toro was jerked from her arms. Her eyes widened as she grappled for the dog, his tongue rolling between his jaws. Toro blinked his one working eye up at the young man.
"Thank you so much for finding him," the man said. "I'll take him home now."
No! "Of course," she replied. Stupid, stupid mouth. Please don't take him from me. He's all I have. She wondered if he saw the panic in her eyes and the shivers overwhelming her hands but knew, of course, he didn't. Nobody ever did, she wasn't sure they could. She reached towards the boy who was to be her friend and the puppy who was hers, but he'd already turned her back to her. Stop, she wanted to say. Please.
Abruptly, the desperation fell into fury, dowsed by lava that burned her throat and stained her sight red. How dare he take Toro away from her without even an ounce of thought spared for her? How dare her friend betray her? How dare Toro not turn to blink one eye in farewell? Traitors. They were all traitors, and they would pay.
As many stories do, Akarui Yorugen's began once upon a time, in a land far, far away, in a kingdom called Atorantisu, but you might know it better - as Atlantis.
Atlantis was a kingdom filled with wielders of water magic, fishermen and sailors, being surrounded by the azure sea. King Toriton ruled the Kingdom alongside the beloved Queen Atena. Together they had thirteen children, all of whom were male except for the youngest, a dainty red-haired girl born prematurely, who looked more elfin than mer. They named her Akarui, meaning 'Tears of Light,' for this was no simple girl. She had the power to weep oceans, and when she mourned, the sky wept with her. She was revered by the kingdom, as never would the oceans or rivers run dry so long as Princess Akarui lived, and never would the sea creatures flee so long as her songs beckoned them near.
So the Tears wept and the Light sang and like shoes that forced its wearer to dance eternally, so Akarui was trapped in her song and in her eyes, destined to weep and sing for Atlantis to thrive. She did not play as the other children did, nor string pearls the mermaids did so religiously, but Akarui did not mind. She did not mind at all, she would say aloud to the shells of her hollow room every dawn and dusk. She did not mind at all.
Regardless of her self-deception, her two oldest brothers minded very much. They were the heirs to the throne, yet little, premature Rui was the one who received all the praise and attention, whose shell was littered by gifts and tokens from the citizens everyday. Oh, how they wished she would scream a song and weep blood one day. Their disdain manifested in petty pranks at first. They would swap the seaweed in her soup for live ocean slugs, pay the village boys to frighten her in the night and trip her path, silly games that annoyed her but were ultimately tolerable. After all, she had her Raiden.
Rai and Rui were the best of friends, he being the son of one of a duke and her betrothed. When they first met, he did not caress her hair or probe her flesh for a blessing as so many others did. Instead, he rubbed the slimy remnants of a sea anemone on her palms when they shook hands. She fell instantly and irrevocably, in love. He would often defend her against the kids who mocked her small frame and quiet nature and undo whatever horrors her brothers had inflicted on her this time. Rai promised Rui she would never be lonely.
But the dead do not keep their promises. as the Princess of Tears and Light would soon know. For as all stories must go, her happiness would not prevail.
The two eldests had become restless with distraught. There was talk of Little Akarui ascending the throne. After all, should not the most powerful of the King and Queen's offspring rule the Great Atlantis? Thus in the dark whispers of elusive taverns and black market dealings, they devised their sister's demise.
Though it was the paid mercenaries and magicians who subdued her magic, it was her brothers who brought their swords to slice her lifeblood free of her throat. But as the swords descended, their aim met not the soft croon of young flesh, but the screech of another sword. Rai had braced himself before her, arms trembling against the swords pressed against him, eyes bright with fury and strain.
"Run," he'd yelled. "Run!"
But how does one flee from the boy you love?
If the source of affection is annihilated, of course.
It had been quick, at least. The sword plunged straight through Raiden's heart, and emerged from her gaping soul.
She might've screamed - such details escaped her as power gushed from the wound her brothers had inflicted when they ripped her love from her chest and like a broken dam, her magic drowned the kingdom under the sea. Her brothers were left injured, but intact, and the kingdom withstood the rage of their Fallen Princess, as it had thrived against the countless enemies of nature and humanity before. All that changed was that now the sea levels rose and the Kingdom was submerged in water - but no matter, the water wielders had always been able to breathe as fish did. The Princess, however, was not so lucky.
The King would not hear her excuses, though the Queen wept. But not for her. Never for her. They wept for their eldest son's blindness. "You did this," Queen Atena had accused. "You." When Akarui revealed that it was her brothers who had attacked her first and who had killed her dearest friend, she was called a liar. "How dare you?" the King had boomed. "First you murder Raiden Tsuito, your betrothed, and now you dare place blame on my sons? You dare lie before the Court of Atlantis?"
And for the crime of deception, she was cursed to speak only lies.
"You are no daughter of mine," King Toriton spat.
And for the crime of being Akarui Yorugen, she was banished from Atlantis, and all the seas that be and would ever be.
Perhaps you expected a happily ever after. Alas, happy endings do not belong to villains, and this Princess of Tears and Light would ultimately succumb to darkness. So let this be the moral of our story: what burns bright, burns out.