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asian-hero · 6 years

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Is It Just Me Or Are We Soulmates? -2

hA depression can’t hold me down (i mean it can, but i just got my creativity back)

when they write on their arms shiro is the italics and lance is the bolded italics

also tour guide shiro’s personality is loosely based off of my tour guide when i was in korea (she was cool)

ps this fic is also on ao3 if you wanna read it there instead -> here’s the link

“Good morning everyone, I hope you had a good night’s sleep, because we’re going to have an active day!” Shiro said, holding onto the seat in front of him to keep him from falling.

Lance smiled, too busy staring at Shiro rather than paying attention to what he was saying. Hunk rolled his eyes, shoving him slightly. Looking back at Shiro, he noticed that the guide had stopped talking and sat back down in his seat, writing something down. Lance looked down at his arm, smiling.

Were you even paying attention to anything I was saying?

He pulled a pen out of his bag, a bashful smile on his face.

I was too distracted by your handsome face, so that’s your fault

Lance felt his face heat up. Was it too soon to say that? Shiro is his soulmate, but did he want to take it slow? Before Lance could think of any other tragic scenarios, words were suddenly appearing on his arm.

Well your beautiful face made me mess up so I’m glad you weren’t listening

Lance laughed, putting his pen away as Hunk gave him a look. He looked at his friend.

“What?” Lance asked, smiling slightly.

Hunk giggled, looking at his lovestruck friend. “And you said you didn’t want to come,”

He scoffed, shoving Hunk back slightly. Smiling, Lance leaned against the window, letting himself drift off.

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Lance woke up startled by the loud crackling sound of the intercom going off. Blinking a couple of times, he moved slightly so he could pay attention to Shiro, who was facing the rest of the group.

“Hello, since we’re nearing our first destination I thought that I’d tell you about the history,” he paused, glancing over at Lance sneakily, “But if you’re not interested, then just go back to sleep,”

Lance felt his face heat up slightly, shrinking into his seat a little more as some laughed at his sarcasm. Shiro must’ve seen him, as his smile seemed to grow wider.

“Our first destination is the Sensō-ji temple. It was built in the year 645, and is considered to be Tokyo’s oldest temple. It’s said that two brothers were fishing in the Sumida River when they pulled up a Kannon statue, who is the goddess of mercy. They tried to put the statue back in the river, but it would always return, so they eventually built the temple next to the Kannon statue.”

Although Lance was entranced by Shiro’s voice, history was not one of his favorite things to learn about. He felt himself be lulled back to sleep as Shiro went on about the types of things to look out for in the temple. He could honestly listen to Shiro talk about anything and he would be relaxed. There was just something about his voice that made Lance feel so comfortable. Before Lance could doze off again, he felt the bus come to a halt, the brake squeaking slightly.

“We have now arrived at the Sensō-ji temple. You guys will have about thirty minutes to go and explore. I would recommend that you check out the shops leading up to the temple and maybe check your fortune, it only costs 500 yen.”

Simultaneously, everyone unbuckled their seatbelts and exited the bus. Once Lance and Hunk exited, they caught a glimpse of all of the food stalls on either side of the street. Lance could practically feel the excitement rolling off of Hunk in waves. He didn’t bother trying to catch up with the exited foodie, instead he looked for their gorgeous tour guide. As if on cue, Shiro walked over to Lance, his bright smile still on his face.

“Hey, where’s your friend?” He asked, his head tilted slightly.

Lance rolled his eyes playfully. “The guy took one look at the food stalls and got excited, I thought that I’d let him have his fun,”

Shiro nodded his head in understanding. Smiling, he offered his hand to the other boy. “Well, how about I show you around and we can get to know each other better.”

Lance grinned, taking Shiro’s hand a little too eagerly, causing him to laugh lightly.

“Where to, tour guide?”

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Shiro took Lance to almost all of the stalls that were scattered around. It was helpful to have Shiro around since he could speak the native language. Lance couldn’t help but feel mesmerized when Shiro spoke Japanese. He just was impressed that he could speak two languages fluently and not stumble as much. Lance could barely speak two, and even then he fumbles with the words.

While Shiro was buying them a snack, Lance decided to voice his thoughts:

“When did you learn to speak English?”

Shiro thanked the cashier and handed Lance his snack before he answered: “Probably during junior high, why?”

Lance shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, it’s just cool that you can speak both languages without getting them mixed up,”

Shiro laughed, amused by his comment. He took a bite of his snack before responding. “I forget a lot of words in English, I just happen to have a job where I’m repeating the same things all the time,”

Lance raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him. Shiro smiled, a tinge of pink showing up on his cheeks.

“So was English a requirement for your school?”

Shiro nodded his head, looking forward towards the temple. “Yeah, it took me a little longer to learn English though,”

Lance tilted his head. “Why’s that?”

“I wasn’t interested in learning it, so I usually failed that class,”

Lance nodded his head, finding it hard to believe that Shiro could actually fail anything. In the past hour that Lance has gotten to meet Shiro, he’s come to the conclusion that Shiro is a perfect being, so hearing that even Shiro could do poorly in something made him more, human.

“What made you more interested in learning English then, since you said you didn’t like it?” Lance asked.

Shiro held his arm up, showing the ink that was currently printed on it. “You speak English, so I had to learn it so we could actually talk to each other,”

Lance felt his heart swell at those words. The fact that Shiro worked hard to learn another language just so he could talk to him made him feel all warm on the inside. Looking at Shiro, he felt his face pull into a bright smile.

“Well, then I’ll just have to learn Japanese,” Lance’s smile grew bigger when he saw Shiro’s adorable face of confusion, “That way we’re even.”

It took Shiro a minute to understand, but when he did his face seemed to turn a darker shade of pink, causing Lance to giggle. Deciding that he wanted to further Shiro’s embarrassment, he untangled their hands and latched onto his arm, nuzzling him slightly.

“Well, honey bear, where else shall we go?”

A small squeak came out of Shiro, who was desperately trying to not melt into a pool of embarrassment. Lance laughed, patting his arm lightly. As Shiro was trying to cool down Lance gasped, pulling him over to a fortune stand.

“Shiro look! Let’s go and see our fortunes!”

Shiro nodded, smiling at how excited Lance was. When they reached the stand, Lance looked down at the table curiously. A cylindrical box was seated at one edge of the booth. He looked over at Shiro, who had already paid for both fortunes.

“How do we do this?”

Shiro took the cylinder in his hands. “You think of a question that you have then you shake it,”

He shook the cylinder for a couple of seconds before shaking a stick out. “Then you look at the number on your stick and tell the person what number you got.”

Lance nodded, repeating the process as Shiro went to receive his fortune. He quickly typed his number on his phone so he wouldn’t forget it. When he got over to the counter he waited before someone saw him. They looked at him expectantly before Lance got the hint.

“Oh! Number eighty.”

The person nodded their head, pulling the slip of paper out of it’s box. Lance thanked the person before looking down at what his fortune said.

Looking down, he felt his stomach sink as he read and reread the words printed on his piece of paper:

“Love separated through distance is as great as the divide between Heaven and Earth. This fuels the seeds of doubt that eventually break the two apart.”

#shance #takashi shirogane #lance mcclain #vld #voltron

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silverfootstepswrites · 6 years

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title Witness summary The more I know me, the more I hate her. pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

There was a tipping point each night. When a lull fell over everything. Like raindrops that froze in midair. The sudden silence that settled into the cracks of the moment.

Usually, that was sometime between 2 and 3 in the morning. When the sleepy drunks had stumbled their way home. The clubs had closed their doors, blinking lights gone black for the night. Just the lingering smells of fried food and cheap cologne lingering.

It was the worst part of the night, in her opinion.

Sakura opened her eyes. Itachi lay on his side, facing her. His hair tangling across his face. Raising her left hand, she snapped beside his ear. He didn’t stir. She sat up, tilting her head to the side as she watched his breathing. She grasped his hand, held it up over his face. When she dropped it, it smacked down against his cheek. He frowned a little but didn’t move.

She slid out of bed to get dressed.

Obito met her in Sumida. His mouth covered, scarf pulled up high around his face.

It had been hours since the last train had left. The station was completely deserted. Sakura settled on the opposite end of the bench from him, her hands deep in the pockets of her coat.

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried to run,” she remarked.

“I’m saving you the job of drowning me in the river, I guess,” replied Obito, staring straight ahead. His eyes blank. He slouched down in his seat, legs spread.

Sakura sent out a text. Obito blinked when a bright red dot appeared on his chest. He sighed. When he shifted a little, the light followed him.

“That really isn’t necessary,” he told her.

“Humor me,” she replied. She picked at some lint on the front of her coat. Chin tucked against his chest, Obito nodded.

“Was Madara telling me the truth?” Sakura questioned, “About everything, I mean. No half-truths?”

Obito crossed his legs. Uncrossed them.

“As far as I can tell, yeah.”

“Why was he poking around and trying to make deals behind the Uchiha-gumi’s back? And supporting Yakushi Kabuto?” she went on.

“Don’t you already know that?” Obito retorted.

Sakura raised her pointer finger, flicked it upward. The red dot followed. Landing directly on Obito’s mouth.

“Humor me,” she said one more time.

“He always hated the Fifth. Thought he should have been made head. He kept saying how he would stir shit up to make things more fun. I think he was just trying to start some trouble for everyone. He always said it was easiest to get his way when everyone was distracted,” Obito replied. When Sakura smirked, his eyes flickered over to her. Gaze lingering.

“Okay. Let’s talk Hong Kong. What’ve you learned during your time playing Red Eyes Chiu?” asked Sakura. Obito squinted, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He glanced over at Sakura, who didn’t seem the least bit cold.

“That you’re all rich as hell. But you, especially,” he snorted. This time, she met his gaze. She was still smiling.

“You might be even richer than the Dragon Head of the 24K. Which is ridiculous. Because that guy probably shits gold,” Obito added.

“Why did he leave you in Hong Kong for all those years?” Sakura then asked. She saw the way Obito’s lips twitched. Nostrils flaring.

“Because he could. And because he was a shit brother,” he grumbled. And then he looked over at her, “But he was my brother. And you killed him.” Obito’s eyes were icy as he glared at her. And Sakura’s answering stare was just as frigid.

“He didn’t want you threatening his position. He thought you might want to take over the Kobe-Uchiha’s,” Sakura realized. Obito said nothing.

Sakura huffed out a breath. Watching the white clouds spill from her lips. Dissipating in the air. She turned to him, lips curling upwards.

“Do you want to?” she asked.

Obito snorted. “The Godaime is definitely going to reabsorb us into the Uchiha-gumi. There’s no way he’ll let us run independently after the shit my brother pulled.”

Sakura’s hand slapped down on the bench between them. Leaning in closer. Her eyes narrowing.

“I asked what you want,” she clarified.

Obito froze. Just his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“....Yeah.”

The corner of her mouth quirked up. She stood, hands in her pockets.

“I’ll be in touch, Obito-kun,” she declared. And when she pulled her hands free, she dropped something into Obito’s lap. She walked away, heels tapping and echoing in the empty train station. The red laser lingered on Obito’s face until she was out of sight. He sat for a long time. Staring into his lap.

Obito put a warmer in each of his pockets. He stopped shivering almost immediately.

Itachi’s eyes opened as she answered the phone.

“Wei? Ah. Yeah. With me,” she said in Cantonese. Her gaze flickered down to him when she felt him shift. He inched across the bed, throwing his arm across her lap. He wormed his arms around her waist, cheek pressing to the outside of her thigh. She patted his head, fingers catching in the snarls in his long hair.

She felt him sigh.

“What about Fai Tsai?” asked Sakura. She watched Itachi’s eyes drift shut. Eyelashes tickling against her skin.

“He’s predictable. Just like you said. Took over part of the bus route. Shook up a bunch of vendors in the night market,” Sai reported. Sakura’s eyebrows rose.

“And?” she prompted.

Sai chuckled. “I took care of them, Boss. No worries.”

She often thought that Sai was like something out of a slasher movie. He wasn’t a bad marksman, and he had studied wushu for a number of years. But his skills with a knife were something to behold. He had mentioned that he had been studying to be a surgeon before he had joined up with Mad Dog Kakashi. And then been passed along to her. She sometimes wondered how his patients would have fared under his care.

“The airport might be a bad idea right now, but Tenten is still in Tokyo, Boss. We could arrange for you to get to Shanghai by boat. And then get you a flight into Hong Kong,” suggested Sai.

Sakura glanced down at Itachi. He was still. Just his side rising and falling with each of his breaths. But just when she thought he might be sleeping again, his eyes fluttered open.

“Arrange for it in two days’ time. I still have a few things I need to take care of. By the way, put the Inuzuka-kai on our blacklist,” she said, her eyes drifting down to her bandaged arm. She was sure that it had scabbed over by now. But it ached whenever she moved her left wrist for any reason. It wasn’t deep enough for there to be nerve damage, but she wouldn’t be doing cartwheels on it anytime soon.

“This is going to drive me crazy. What happened?” asked Itachi later. He sat on the edge of the tub, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sakura let him take her left hand. Examined the ugly blackish-red line raking up the outside of her forearm. It cleaved the body of the tattooed phoenix in two.

Sakura clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“I was careless,” she tried to dismiss it. But Itachi held onto her hand. His eyes narrowing.

“With who?” he insisted.

Sakura sighed, trying to avoid his gaze.

“I heard you say Inuzuka’s name before,” Itachi told her.

Sakura sighed, head falling against the tile.

“You’re just too smart for me, Kumicho. How am I supposed to lie to you when you’re this hard to fool?” she remarked.

Itachi said nothing. He lowered her hand onto the edge of the tub, getting to his feet.

“Where are you going?” she called after him. She glimpsed him putting on his belt and then his coat as he walked back and forth. He stopped in front of the bathroom door. Hands bracing on either side of the doorway. Eyes black as coal.

“Don’t leave the hotel today,” Itachi told her. And then he was gone.

Sakura smiled. She ran her hands over her thighs. Down her calves. Wincing when the hot water touched her cut.

“Ridiculous man. Telling me what to do,” she laughed to herself.

The past sometimes felt like the pages of a book flipping by too quickly. Some of the days were blurs. Others, she lost completely. Sakura still remembered some events with startling clarity, though. Like the day when she had gotten the koi tattoo.

Orochimaru sat in the room with her, leafing through a magazine as the needle buzzed away. The black walls were covered with photos of past clients. She recognized many of them. Dirty Sam was up there, the intertwined snake and heart on his sternum on display. Hashirama and Tobirama had gotten their matching tattoos of Guan Yu here.

“Boss, you really don’t have to be here,” she told him for the second time. Wincing just a little as she felt the prickling in her skin.

“Nonsense. My cute subordinate was hurt defending me from a savage yakuza. How can I abandon her?” he replied without looking up. He licked the tip of his finger to turn to the next page.

She had come in last week to get the outline done. She liked this tattoo artist. He didn’t ask her stupid questions, or remark on the odd scars on her body. But that’s why a lot of people liked him. He was skilled and he kept his mouth shut. He had even set up mirrors to let her watch him as he did his work.

No one knew Orochimaru’s schedule better than she did. Which was why she was aware of just how busy he was. He was currently trying to get on the Huang Group’s good side. Their access to firearms through the Russians was something everyone envied. There weren’t many guns in Hong Kong, and the people who had them were at an obvious advantage.

“Luckily, I know a pretty girl who already knows their chairman,” Orochimaru had remarked to her weeks ago. Sakura screwed up her face.

“I dated his younger brother. It’s not like we have a real connection,” she had replied. But Orochimaru shook his head.

“Fatboy Huang is surprisingly sentimental. The girlfriend of his dead brother- he’d want to take care of you. Don’t underestimate how powerful someone’s death can be, Jing-Mei,” he had told her.

More than being painful, because it really wasn’t, getting a tattoo done was boring. She dozed off for parts of it, head pillowed on her arms.

Sakura blinked her eyes open when she heard Orochimaru’s footsteps. Polished black shoes crisp against the tile. The needle stopped. She felt the tattoo artist dab at the skin before he rolled back in his chair. Orochimaru leaned over her.

“Hmm...” he simply said.

Sakura twisted her head to look at him.

“It’s quite nice. You’ll like it,” Orochimaru assured her. And she smiled.

“I have to come back a third time to get it colored. I was planning on red,” she told him, putting her head back down. She heard the chair roll over again. The needle buzzing as it touched her skin.

“I look forward to that,” Orochimaru lied to her.

Because he had gone and gotten himself killed a week later.

She had gone back to the tattoo parlor. Gotten the koi filled in in black instead.

Leaning against the side of the tub, Sakura sighed for what felt like the millionth time. She stood and stepped out of the bath. Water trickling off her, pooling onto the tile as she stepped out of the bathroom. Leaving puddles in the shape of her feet as she walked over to the phone. She picked up the receiver to dial a number.

She waited for the line to ring. Two. Three. Four times.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy, Charlie?” she asked. Water dripping down into her eyes. She wiped it away with her free hand.

“Not too busy for you, Aunt Cheng,” he answered.

#eastern suns #writing #itasaku #triad!sakura x yakuza!itachi #tobisaku #triad!au

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canvaswolfdoll · 6 years

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CanvasWatches: 5 Centimeters per Second

Got there.

Kind of.

Makoto Shinkai has other works listed on his wikipedia page, and maybe I’ll get around to those someday, but for now, let’s sit and be satisfied I’ve watched all the important ones!

Reminder that the score is two good films, two bad films, and two average ones.

Making this a tie breaker!

Also proof that any claims that Makoto Shinkai is the new Miyazaki are unfounded and dumb.

Anyways, time for 5 Centimeters per Second!

It’s a middle of the road story. Backgrounds are beautiful as always, character are flat, and a lot of good ideas that deserve more exploration.

It fits very nicely in the Auteur arc Shinkai went through to get to actual masterpiece Your Name. It was produced after the unwatchable The Place Promised in our Early Days[1] and works off the themes of a relationship stalled by time and distance first used in Voices of a Distant Star. What it lacks is the character complexity he sorted out in Garden of Words and plot structure and humor finally inserted into Your Name.

5 Centimeters per Second is draft three is what I’m getting at.

It’s also not a singular feature, but instead three short films (OVAs? Not sure how to use that term) that share a male lead and played in order, covering four phases in his life: Middle School with recollections to Elementary in part one, High School in part two, and adulthood in part three. Each also have their own title, so let’s go in sequence.

Episode 1: Cherry Blossoms

‘5 Centimeters per Second’ refers to the rate that cherry blossom petals fall. Mystery solved! Go home everybody! We’re done.

Okay, okay, there’s more than that. Basically, our story concerns a boy named Takaki Tono who meets a girl named Akari Shinohara during elementary school. The rest of the class ships these two, but being literal children neither actually have the capabilities to provide any romantic progress, so that’s fine.

Then Akari moves away, and that’s a real bummer, but they can communicate through letters, and if there’s one thing I can credit this film for is igniting a romance for sending mail to a sweetheart.[3] It’s very charming seeing the words and doodles on a page.

However, Middle School comes around, and Takaki’s family is moving to the opposite end of the archipelago,[4] so now it’ll be even more impractical for the two to meet up.

That’s okay. Takaki can make the trip now. They can meet one final time. At Akari’s home station. At 19:00! This is practical!

Unfortunately, snow storms conspire to make Takaki about 4 plus hours late. And the wind takes his love confession letter away! And this is set in the 90s, so he doesn’t even have a fun app to kill time on the train![6]

Eventually, the train arrives, very late.

And Akari had waited.

Could this have been resolved if they met in the middle and saved some time? Yes, but that’s not important! What’s important is Akari brought a homemade meal, and she waited all that time, and the two have a kiss under a snow covered tree like two stupid kids.[7] Takaki realizes they’d likely never meet again.

Due to the bad weather, the two spend the night in a random shack, then Takaki[8] heads home in the morning.

Akari looks wistfully at a letter she’d brought herself.

It’s a fine segment. The train journey is a good concept, but I feel like it could’ve been slightly lonelier. Open with him on the train, stalled on the last stretch, Takaki reflecting on what brought him here, cutting from him sitting on the train reading Akari’s old letters to the elementary school days to him pacing the aisles of the train to him explaining to his middle school friends he’s moving away. Or something better. Something to make the audience feel the agonizing wait and desperate push to see Akari one. Last. Time.

Episode 2: Cosmonaut[9]

I like Kanae Sumida. She deserves better. I hope she gets her life figured out.

So, we jump ahead to Takaki’s final year of high school. He’s in the archery club. But this isn’t his story to tell, because the kid is not actually a compelling character. Yet he’s captured the heart of Kanae Sumida, a shy girl who’s trying to learn to surf, get the courage to confess her feelings, and plan for her future. The final year of High School is a worrying time.

So Kanae narrates the middle act.

Now this isn’t a distant pining. Kanae often returns to school after attempting to catch waves in order to ‘happen’ to head home when Takaki’s heading out himself. They ride their scooters to a convenience store, where Takaki always gets the same coffee milk drink and Kanae takes her time picking out a drink. When Kanae catches back up with her own drink, she’ll find Takaki texting... someone...

Obviously Akari, but when Takaki takes over narration duties for a short time to reveal a great truth, we learn that the boy hasn’t been sending the messages about dreams of standing with her on an alien world, because it wouldn't be a Makoto Shinkai film without a lovingly rendered night sky and space stuff. It’s also implied that the two haven’t communicated in some time.

Back to Kanae, she’s unable to fill out the future planning worksheet that’s deeply entrenched in slice-of-life anime,[10] and it contributes to her melancholy.

However, when she asks Takaki his plans, he gives a vague answer, revealing he doesn’t have a trajectory set. Kanae finds peace in this, since if the object of her affections doesn’t have things figured out, why should she?

Y’know, it’s that whole unhealthy habit of placing your crush on an unreachable pedestal thing that gets to her.

But hey, it helps. Soul lightened, and between typhoons, Kanae catches a wave. She successfully surfs! Atta girl.

Riding high, she returns to the school to wait for Takaki to finish his archery. She decides that if she can’t confess the same day she rode a wave, then she’ll never be able to.

They go to the convenience store, and Kanae buys a smaller version of Takaki’s drink of choice, because she’s building her future on the afterimage of Takaki, but isn’t fully committed. They drink, then attempt to ride the scooters, but Kanae’s not starting. Takaki offers to walk her home.

On the walk, Kanae attempts her confession.

Only to be interrupted by a rocket launch, which is going 5 kilometers a second.[11] There’s kind of a theme of hearts moving in relation to one another.

Kanae can see in Takaki’s eyes that he’s focused on something. And it’s not her and never will be.

So she abandons the confession, but feels she’ll always carry a flame for Takaki. Which, unfortunately, is what happens when you put someone on a romantic pedestal but lack the courage to confront it. Eventually you decide it’s not worth an attempt, either because you view yourself too beneath them, fear rejection, fear discovering the person isn’t the portrait you’ve composed, or a mixture.[12]

The two reach Kanae’s home, and she cried herself to sleep that night.

It’s a bittersweet story, and yet another good seed that could blossom into a fuller piece. Again, Takaki himself is bland, but if we give him personality, a subplot about an interest in aeronautics and cosmonautics and how he doesn’t even notice the world around him for the ideal girl he drifted away from, and it has potential to be a melancholic full film on its own. Or even keep it as a short film, just build the male lead.

Cosmonaut is my favorite of the three parts, though.

Episode 3: 5 Centimeters per Second

I don’t feel bad for Takaki. He deserved this ending.

Takaki is a working man now, fresh out of an unsuccessful three year relationship, wherein the woman broke up over text, saying that in all their time together, their hearts had, at best, moved a mere one centimeter closer, because might as well complete the trilogy with the analysis.

His hang-ups on Akari still lingering thirteen years after she moved away during elementary school, and a long term relationship ended because of it, and a depression setting in, Takaki quits his job. Then he just kinda floats about, stops at a convenience store, looks at a magazine article about the rocket launched back in the second act, which is leaving the solar system. What a distance it’s managed to cover, and Takaki’s still got no solid plans nine years since it left the atmosphere.

Takaki and Akari share a narration about a dream of their childhood promise to watch the cherry blossoms someday.

Then the two suddenly cross paths walking over some train tracks. Was that? Could it be? They turn to double check. A train passes, cutting them off.

Then there’s a musical interlude, because it’s a Makoto Shinkai film and you’ve got to have a random AMV just before the conclusion.

We see scenes from the rest of the movie cut together! Takaki and Akari as children! Train ride! Kanae catching a wave! (I hope she’s moved on. Met a nice guy. Forgot the stagnant mess that is Takaki) Takaki’s dull, meaningless life!

Then the train passes.

Akari’s gone. Because of course. They haven’t talked in over a decade, and even if she found that undelivered letter from Act One it doesn’t mean she has to linger. She’s apparently engaged now, and Takaki is a dumb kid from when she was a dumb kid waiting at a train station five hours after the two agreed to meet.

Because nothing waits. The earth turns, the waves crash, rockets leaving the soolar system, and Cherry Blossoms fall at 5 centimeters per second.

So just move on.

Takaki, seeing his last hope of reclaiming the past vanish behind a passing train, smiles and walks off. Did he learn anything? Who cares, he’s unflavored frozen yogurt. Cold and devoid of sweetness.[13]

Takaki refused to live in the present or look to the future, and what do we have? A nothing.

Takaki’s dull.

This act isn’t even a good seed. It’s the conclusion to a narrative I don’t care about. I can’t even offer any advice on it that isn’t ‘cut it, expand one of the previous episodes.”

The Film

It’s fine. It’s an okay movie. Critically lauded, so if you feel like watching it, you won’t feel cheated. But I wouldn’t put it on a list of must watches. It’s not hilariously bad, it’s not specifically boring, it’s not particularly deep, and it’s not Your Name.

It’s the middle of the Shinkai scale of quality. Don’t avoid it, don’t pursue it.

If 5 Centimeters per Second was a person, it’d be Takaki Tono. Defined by the females its features, and not giving the proper due to Kanae.

Thanks for reading. If you like this analysis on an anime film, check out my other reviews (including other Makoto Shinkai films), my webcomic about a living muffin, and maybe support my patreon. I’ve got a Digimon review series that’ll be living there until I finish the first season at least. The show had an effect on me.

Until the snow clears and the train brings my next work,

Kataal kataal.

[1] Do you know how hard it is to get me to quit a movie? I’ll wait for a conclusion. Heck, I sat through 2001: A Space Odyssey![2] You need a whole lot of nothing to bore me off a paltry 90 minute journey. [2] The movie will have its day eventually, I promise. [3] Not that I have a sweetheart. Or the address of any distant friends. Or stamps. [4] Which is fun to say. Say it with me. Arch-i-pel-a-go.[5] We should find excuses to say it more. [5] What’re you, 6? This is a written essay! No one’s talking along with you! I bet you feel real silly. [6] And it doesn’t seem he brought a book. Must’ve been a boring trip. [7] Fun fact! Not only am I pessimistic about any young love (IE, starting in middle or high school), I actively root against them. Because I’m a monster. [8] I’m just now noticing how similar these names are to two Digidestined. Huh. [9] Back in the fourth grade, we did a class play about the California Gold Rush. I was stuck into three songs in a row. The middle one was called Argonauts. I liked it, but not the other two, which I scarcely recall now. It didn’t occur to me that I could simply refuse to perform the other two songs. I also didn’t like my long term sub at the time. Anyways, that’s what I think about whenever I hear the ‘-naut’ suffix. [10] I don’t know how true to life such worksheets are. It’s possibly as accurate as Sailor Fukus in High School. [11] As some who completed a Couch to 5k, that’s official fast. [12] Suffice it to say, there’s a reason Kanae appeals to me. [13] I keep meaning to get frozen yogurt. There’s a place theoretically within walking distance. But then I have to remember to go there.

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