It's not just my breath which stutters when we realize who's in front of us. Obviously, it's been ages since we saw him in person, and no photographs in the meantime to show us how he has grown. Or to show him, us, I suppose.
But he must be Hiromu, because as we are demarcated by the colors of our clothing, so too is he. And there is only one Red among us five.
It seems cool, if not outright cold, to identify our compatriot by a mere process of elimination. But while we knew each other as children, we are grown, and the Hiromu in front of us is as much a stranger to us as we are to him.
"Kurosawa Emeric," I introduce my brother, gesturing politely with my free left hand. "Et moi. Etienne." I press my hand to my breast, tipping my head forward with respect.
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Date: 2013-02-23 10:10 am (UTC)But he must be Hiromu, because as we are demarcated by the colors of our clothing, so too is he. And there is only one Red among us five.
It seems cool, if not outright cold, to identify our compatriot by a mere process of elimination. But while we knew each other as children, we are grown, and the Hiromu in front of us is as much a stranger to us as we are to him.
"Kurosawa Emeric," I introduce my brother, gesturing politely with my free left hand. "Et moi. Etienne." I press my hand to my breast, tipping my head forward with respect.
"It has been a long time. A life time, I think."