Post by North Korea on Mar 5, 2011 0:01:40 GMT -5
"Good and done. We'll need to pick a room and focus on it," his brother responded, glancing down at himself. "And maybe find some clothes....Give me a moment..." The northern twin eyed him for a moment, wondering if he was really in the condition to be wandering around more, but let him go with a nod.
As Yong Soo went back into the hall to seek out some clothes for them, Sang Kyu turned his attention to the jars. They were large and made of clay, perhaps two or so feet high. Many of them were a dull brown, but a few of them, meaning the few the Japanese hadn’t confiscated due to the artwork, had fading images of Korean stories drawn around them. Most of them were filled with either rice, fermenting kimchi, water, or some variety of spice. They would have been somewhat difficult to move even if they hadn’t been full, but, at least, they would likely be heavy for any returning Japanese soldiers to move as well, especially if placed in front of the door.
Making is way over to them, Sang Kyu ran his hand over one of the jars that still had the traditional artwork on it, trying to make out the story drawn there. Much of it was faded or otherwise damaged beyond the point of recognition, which was why it had not been taken by the Japanese in the first place.
He heard footsteps and turned to face the doorway as Yong Soo returned with the clothing. He was tossed a pair of pants, which he pulled on gratefully, the feeling of clean cloth against his skin a relief compared to what he’d been wearing not too long ago. In a way, the snugness of something clean almost made him feel safer.
"I'm not sure how far we'll get with these so I guess the kitchen will have to do for now..." His brother was saying.
“The kitchen has most everything we’ll be needing anyway,” Sang Kyu said, looking around the kitchen at their stockpiled salve and bandages. He took his place next to his brother behind one of the jars.
"Help me move this."
They began to push, Sang Kyu putting all of his strength into pushing the jar. Despite all the pain and exhaustion, he wasn’t willing to give the Japanese such an easy time getting to them again. He could tell his brother was feeling the same way. Next time would be different. They would not allow themselves to be so easily overcome. I will not show that kind of weakness again… The Japanese would pay for what they had done. They would feel the pain they were exacting on so many Koreans without a second thought, and Kyu felt he would have quite a good time not giving a second thought as he inflicted it.
Soon they had shoved several jars in front of the entryways. Slumping back to the floor, he thought he heard his brother sigh. A moment later, Yong Soo was getting out the items necessary to cook rice, and soon enough, the aroma of freshly boiled rice permeated the kitchen.
"I found some pillows to sleep on. It's not much but we'll manage...." Though it seemed subtle at the moment, Sang Kyu could tell there was something not quite right about his brother. A touch of darkness seemed to remain in his eyes—no doubt he was thinking many of the same, malicious thoughts that Sang Kyu was. He reached for one of the pillows. "Let's eat first, it will help us heal faster..."
A bowl and a cup of water were handed to him, and he took them eagerly. “Thank you, Brother…” he said, offering a small smile of encouragement. It was mostly fake, but at least part of it had been genuine, in thanks that there was one person left in the world that he could trust.
He took up the chopsticks and slowly began to nibble at his rice, staring down into the bowl as if he were looking for pictures in the grains. He pulled one of the pillows into his lap and rested his elbows on it, still staring into his rice. After a moment, he glanced up at Yong Soo.
“Brother, what do you suppose would have to be done…? To get the Japanese out of the country for good?” he asked, guiding another clump of rice into his mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully. So far, every attempt at rebellion had been mercilessly crushed, but it seemed, with each defeat, his desire to rebel and fight only grew. “I won’t just continue to let this happen."
As Yong Soo went back into the hall to seek out some clothes for them, Sang Kyu turned his attention to the jars. They were large and made of clay, perhaps two or so feet high. Many of them were a dull brown, but a few of them, meaning the few the Japanese hadn’t confiscated due to the artwork, had fading images of Korean stories drawn around them. Most of them were filled with either rice, fermenting kimchi, water, or some variety of spice. They would have been somewhat difficult to move even if they hadn’t been full, but, at least, they would likely be heavy for any returning Japanese soldiers to move as well, especially if placed in front of the door.
Making is way over to them, Sang Kyu ran his hand over one of the jars that still had the traditional artwork on it, trying to make out the story drawn there. Much of it was faded or otherwise damaged beyond the point of recognition, which was why it had not been taken by the Japanese in the first place.
He heard footsteps and turned to face the doorway as Yong Soo returned with the clothing. He was tossed a pair of pants, which he pulled on gratefully, the feeling of clean cloth against his skin a relief compared to what he’d been wearing not too long ago. In a way, the snugness of something clean almost made him feel safer.
"I'm not sure how far we'll get with these so I guess the kitchen will have to do for now..." His brother was saying.
“The kitchen has most everything we’ll be needing anyway,” Sang Kyu said, looking around the kitchen at their stockpiled salve and bandages. He took his place next to his brother behind one of the jars.
"Help me move this."
They began to push, Sang Kyu putting all of his strength into pushing the jar. Despite all the pain and exhaustion, he wasn’t willing to give the Japanese such an easy time getting to them again. He could tell his brother was feeling the same way. Next time would be different. They would not allow themselves to be so easily overcome. I will not show that kind of weakness again… The Japanese would pay for what they had done. They would feel the pain they were exacting on so many Koreans without a second thought, and Kyu felt he would have quite a good time not giving a second thought as he inflicted it.
Soon they had shoved several jars in front of the entryways. Slumping back to the floor, he thought he heard his brother sigh. A moment later, Yong Soo was getting out the items necessary to cook rice, and soon enough, the aroma of freshly boiled rice permeated the kitchen.
"I found some pillows to sleep on. It's not much but we'll manage...." Though it seemed subtle at the moment, Sang Kyu could tell there was something not quite right about his brother. A touch of darkness seemed to remain in his eyes—no doubt he was thinking many of the same, malicious thoughts that Sang Kyu was. He reached for one of the pillows. "Let's eat first, it will help us heal faster..."
A bowl and a cup of water were handed to him, and he took them eagerly. “Thank you, Brother…” he said, offering a small smile of encouragement. It was mostly fake, but at least part of it had been genuine, in thanks that there was one person left in the world that he could trust.
He took up the chopsticks and slowly began to nibble at his rice, staring down into the bowl as if he were looking for pictures in the grains. He pulled one of the pillows into his lap and rested his elbows on it, still staring into his rice. After a moment, he glanced up at Yong Soo.
“Brother, what do you suppose would have to be done…? To get the Japanese out of the country for good?” he asked, guiding another clump of rice into his mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully. So far, every attempt at rebellion had been mercilessly crushed, but it seemed, with each defeat, his desire to rebel and fight only grew. “I won’t just continue to let this happen."