X character file: Seishirou Sakurazuka.

* Monologue.

SEISHIROU

I found an old comb this morning.

A red comb.
The comb belonging to the one who gave birth to me.

The comb that always used by the person I used to call Mother.

She was like a girl.
Small red lips that looked like they were dyed with flowers, and long black hair......
I think she was a beautiful person.

Her white skin color is still a vivid memory.

White skin.
Colored by red, of blood.

Mother, in my memory, is always coupled with the smell of blood.

My mother was the Sakurazukamori.
The one before me.
I wonder how old she was.
I still am not completely sure.
The one that always smiled quietly forever seemed to be a young girl.

I first met her when I was nine.  It was winter.
I do not know where she was until then.
I was born in Kanazawa, and Mother was in Tokyo.
As long as I can remember, I had never thought of wanting to meet my mother.
I have no interest in who gave birth to me, nor who my father is.

It doesn't matter.

Mother was in a traditional Japanese house in the outskirts of Tokyo.
Deep inside a vast one-story mansion.
In a dark room where the sun never shone.
A room lined with bars.
In retrospect, I guess that was a prison-room.
A prison to enclose the girl that was my mother.

When we first met, the girls smiled suggestively and said.

"You're my child."

Nobody told me, but those words felt right to me.
When I answered yes, she pressed her red lips against my cheek, laughed joyfully, and said again.

* Drama.

SETSUKA
I will be killed by you.

A dark Japanese-style room.
Iron bars surround the room like a prison cell.
Faint candlelight. 
Next to the light are Seishirou's mother "Setsuka" and a
junior-high-school aged Seishirou.

SEISHIROU
You look like you are having fun, Mother.

With a smile like a young girl, Setsuka leans against
Seishirou.
Giggles and puts her hand against Seishirou's cheek.

SETSUKA
Because you came, Seishirou.

Setsuka, with a smile.

SETSUKA
See, my kimono with designs of winter camellias.
They said you were coming today, so I wore this for the first time.

SEISHIROU
Beautiful.

SETSUKA
Really?

SEISHIROU
Really.

SETSUKA
Me or the kimono?

SEISHIROU
You, of course.

Setsuka happily embraces Seishirou.

SETSUKA
Seishirou... I love you.

SEISHIROU
Me?  Love?

SETSUKA
Yes.  I love you.

Setsuka smiles her usual suggestive smile.

SETSUKA
But you don't think anything of me, Seishirou. 
I know.

SEISHIROU
Is that so?

SETSUKA
It is.  Well, it's true, right?  Can you disagree?

SEISHIROU
I wonder.

SETSUKA
You can't.

Setsuka laughs again.

SETSUKA
You're so honest, Seishirou.

Setsuka gently presses her ear against Seishirou's chest.

SETSUKA
Funny.  You have no heart {emotional. =kokoro} but you have a heart
{physical. =shinzou}.

SEISHIROU
People would die without their hearts.

SETSUKA
Oh?  You are not troubled about dying.

Setsuka looks up at Seishirou with black eyes.

SETSUKA
You wouldn't be troubled, right?
You have nothing to fear about death, right?

That's because.
You have nothing precious.
Nothing you would regret losing.
You have nothing that would be painful if you left in this world.

SEISHIROU
..................

Seishirou looks at Setsuka, not answering.

SETSUKA
Yes?  You look like you want to say something.

Setsuka smiles mischievously.

SEISHIROU
Do you love something?

Setsuka smiles and whispers into Seishirou's ear.

SETSUKA
.... That's a secret.

Setsuka giggles.

SETSUKA
I went outside for the first time in a while today.

SEISHIROU
Who did you kill?

SETSUKA
I don't know.
A man.  A big man.
He looked at me with sad eyes when he died.

He said that he was scared of dying.
He said that he loved someone, so he didn't want to die.

SEISHIROU
Was it fun?

SETSUKA
Very.

SEISHIROU
That's good.

SETSUKA
Why?

SEISHIROU
Because I'm happy when you are happy.

SETSUKA
Liar.

SEISHIROU
I am not lying.

SETSUKA
You don't care about me at all.

SEISHIROU
That's not true.

SETSUKA
How can you say that?

SEISHIROU
Because you are beautiful.

Setsuka laughs again.

SETSUKA
You like beautiful things?

SEISHIROU
Yes, I like them.

SETSUKA
What part of me is beautiful?

SEISHIROU
The hair, the eyes, the lips... everything.
Mother, it's hard to believe that you gave birth to me.

Seishirou stares at Setsuka.

SEISHIROU
You are always.... a young girl.

SETSUKA
But... the end will come soon.

SEISHIROU
..............

SETSUKA
Right, Seishirou?

SEISHIROU
..............

SETSUKA
You're going to end this for me, right?

SEISHIROU
........ I guess.

Setsuka laughs happily.

SETSUKA
...... I'm glad.

I picked these because I heard you were coming today.  See?

Setsuka pulls on her sleeve and holds the flower arrangement
on the vase.

SETSUKA
Camellias.  Red camellias.

SEISHIROU
Your favorite flower.

SETSUKA
I love it.  I love camellias best when they fall.

Setsuka gets a dreamy look.

SETSUKA
It falls on the ground.... plop, like a human head.
I love it.

When there is a red camellia on the ground on a snowy day.
It looks like white snow is covered with red blood.
I love it.

SEISHIROU
Then should I bring you camellias next time?

Red flowers that you love.

SETSUKA
Are you going to decorate my grave with it?

Setsuka answers with no bad feelings.

SETSUKA
But you can't, because the Cherry will eat my corpse.

Setsuka laughs.

SETSUKA
I'm going to be eaten by the Cherry underneath the cherry tree where
the past Sakurazukamori's all lie.  If you bring a camellia, the
Cherry will be mad.

SEISHIROU
..... you like a camellia more than the Cherry?

Setsuka suddenly smiles more maturely.

SETSUKA
I *am* the Cherry.

Setsuka, holding the camellias, leans against Seishirou.

SETSUKA
See, they smell nice....

Seishirou takes Setsuka's fingers that hold the flower,
putting his lips against them.

SEISHIROU
..... smells of blood.

SETSUKA
I wonder whose blood?

I've killed so many, I don't know whose blood it is.

Setsuka takes Seishirou's finger and bites hard.

SEISHIROU
..............!

SETSUKA
..... Seishirou, your finger tastes good.

Setsuka smiles suggestively.

SETSUKA
Does that hurt....?

SEISHIROU
.... no.

SETSUKA
...... The smell of your blood, Seishirou..... I love it.

Setsuka traces over Seishirou's lips.

SETSUKA
Kiss me.

Seishirou silently kisses Setsuka.
Setsuka, mumbling.

SETSUKA
I love you.... Seishirou.....

Soon.....

You will kill me.

* Monologue.

SEISHIROU

Just as Mother said, I killed her.

When I was fifteen.
Snowy day.
Under a camellia, the plant that she said she loved.

The white snow was painted by the red from the camellia and the
red of her blood.

Mother happily died in my arms.
She smiled as she got colder.
Her smile was still that of a young woman.  Beautiful.

I killed Mother and became Sakurazukamori.
I didn't feel anything even when I killed her.

Even now.
I don't feel anything.

From long ago, I couldn't make the difference between people
and things.
Killing someone and breaking a glass cup is the same to me.
Corpses, broken items, they're all the same.

The Bet that I started with a one year limit didn't cause any
change within me at all.

The boy that was unknowingly participating in the Bet.

Today, I saw him for the first time in a while.
He looked more mature, but his pure, transparent eyes were the
same as before.

People cannot change easily.
Me.  Nor Subaru-kun.

Will he kill me for the sake of his sister that I killed?

And will I..... him......

-В лив екшене Сейсиро прям какой-то гайджин недоделаный. Пока в очках ещё ничего, на фоне Субару то, а как снимет, умереть от разрыва сознания хочется. Субару да, стар и страшен. Где-то он обзавёлся природным прыщавым загаром и дебильным выражением лица. Сразу возникает вопрос - и как Сейсиро-сан на такое позарился?
-Хокуто там уже давно как труп. Один раз вселялась в ккую-то дЭвушку, чтоб призвать к порядку хулиганов тамошних Сея с Субару, а то товарищи изрой в гляделки чуть обоюдное косоглазие не заработали.
-Сейсиро мог всю жизнь ходить в очках на пол рожи, это его бы спасло. Субару уже ничем не помочь было... И Сейсиро сам не дал не проникся страстностью Субару и нагло слинял в лив экшене... Видать хорошо разглядел физиономию омьёджи...
-А... А что, Субару к нему приставал? Боюсь себе это представить...
Да во время дуэли взглядов, он почти втёрся в пиджак Сейсиро, а потом явился дух Хокуто в какой-то девке и всё испортил.

Вот такого лестного мнения народ о Live Action Tokyo Babylon... *наши ожидания оправдались... фильм действительно не удался...*

*загорелась идеей* Свой снимать!
*идея быстро погасла*
Ага, счас!.. Но можно было бы лучше сценарий сделать или хотя бы ближе к мангам... А то ведь, говорят, там сюжет между Иксом и Вавилоном...
*и не могу представить, как бы Субару вешался на Сея!!!!*

He looked more mature, but his pure, transparent eyes were the
same as before.
People cannot change easily.
Me.  Nor Subaru-kun.

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