This is a character I would love to have the opportunity to write and develop more at some point, when I find the right setting for him. As it stands, my writing folder is a graveyard of unfinished applications and pages of bulletpoints for characters who were drafted out and sadly set aside for the sake of more pressing matters. I don't want to let all that time and love go to waste by letting what I begun sit in some obscure folder for another year or so, unfinished and ignored, so I will start channelling Franz Kafka, and begin to post unfinished bits and pieces that I still love to air them out and keep this blog updated.
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Some people would give anything to be offered a second life to live. To be cleansed of the mistakes that once dogged their steps, and handed the opportunity to start afresh in a world where time is not nearly as precious or fleeting as it was in their first, flawed life. Enmadaiou Ojirowashi is not one of those people.
Thirty years of life, give or take, was more than enough for him. When the time to shuffle free from his mortal coil arrived earlier than originally scheduled, Washi looked forward to the nothing after death he firmly believed in. He was a man tired of life.
Imagine his disappointment and, more importantly, his anger when he was told that his death would not be the end of him. Things, in his opinion, never improved. Both being forced to assimilate into another alien culture, and made to leap back into a feudal life never sat well with the man. Naturally, he objected to the thought of losing his very identity—one of a handful of things about life he was not so keen to be rid of. Calling Washi bitter about his current predicament is a lot like saying the Atlantic Ocean is a bit big.
Funnily enough, Washi remains an atheist in spite of his standing as a citizen of the afterlife, mostly because the afterlife depicted by prophets, believers and their scriptures is nothing like the backwards world he now lives in. He has never been capable of entertaining the existence of deities for long. If god(s) did indeed exist, he could only contemplate two theories; they were either determined to prove to him that the afterlife was a blessing to all who were welcomed into it—a wholly narcissistic notion he could not abide—or—and he dubbed this the most believable of the two theories—they had a sense of humour blacker than charcoal.
