Xun (Onmyoji Fan Fiction)

The one person who mattered most had reached the twilight of his life. He had not escaped the relentless tide of time, yet time could not destroy Abe no Seimei's power either. He simply grew old in silence, watching the world with ever greater detachment. Sometimes I wondered if he would go on growing old like this forever, never reaching the end. When those eyes that had seen through everything finally closed, I was surprised to find that I did not feel very sad. I only watched the snow swirling across the sky and suddenly thought of Fei, who had been gone for so very long. There was no point in holding on any longer. As I stepped onto the narrow corridor, I felt as though I had crossed into another world. In an instant, the snowflakes swirling through the air seemed to turn into crimson cherry blossoms, drifting beneath the eaves. When I entered the tatami room, I saw a young man kneeling beside Seimei's pillow. He stared at me, briefly stunned, then widened his eyes in disbelief. Perhaps this was one of the rare occasions in recent years when the now-renowned Abe no Masahiro had lost his composure. I passed the onmyoji and went to Seimei's side. The old man, sleeping peacefully, opened his eyes. “I haven't smelled the fragrance of osmanthus in a long time.” I gazed at him. “But Seimei, suddenly jumping into freezing water really is awful.” “Is that so?” The old man smiled. “Kaoru, you're still as headstrong as ever.” “This is the last time. Forgive me, won't you?” Theme: