You're no one but yourself
Something like a replacement for you, doesn't exist.
Dont wither, single flower
The light doesn't really protect on you...
As if you were like a flower that bloomed in the darkness...
Planted in a place where you didn't wish,
You're being cleared away without moving
You should just confess about
The feeling that you almost sealed
I'll take all the pain and distress
So dont cry and keep smiling, single flower
You who will likely end up withering,
I want to see your innocent look one more time...
And become...
Your power
Even if you turn everyone into your enemy,
When that time comes, i'll protect you with all i have.
You're no one but yourself
Up to now, and from now on...
Even if you turn everyone into your enemy,
When that time comes, i'll protect you with all i have
Dont lose.... single flower
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Single Flower-Danh Backup
Silent Stars- Danh Backup
Night skies
The light from the stars I looked up at in the night sky
Old thoughts and wishes have passed through time without fading
Someone's scream is reflected in your glittering pupil.. the wind carries thoughts
The moon carries wishes, and today we're living as much as we possibly can
Our thoughts will someday be in someone else's chest
Continue to shine like that star
Once, twice, the sound of a bell reverberates in our hearts wide and deep
A star drop like in a story, and in the midst of it building a thin line
The time moves in respect to the ages, so too do the stars silently flow along
Close your eyes, and if you clear your ears , then goodbye
The heavens are like a giant black and white picture with a fluttering scarf and white breath
We're running fast to higher ground, just to get a little closer
Setting up the heavy telescope
The lens is covered in star dust
Time begets time and a romance spans the ages
A light set free, without dying away, it is firmly now passing through time
Until it reaches someone, this glorious light is on the other side with you Creating a story
A rising baby's first cry, a small light, a large light
Passing through time and meeting
Everything that shines will become one and produce a story
Point by point linking the stars like a constellation, if for someone
We too could paint a beautiful picture, that'd be nice
Look up, there, the diamonds of winter
The loose Milky Way.. soon your courage will return
There is one sky that extends out everywhere, yes
Beyond the sea a new born breath and a life worn out
The stars are shining, the tripod of the goddesses
Continuing on a long way, repeating the seasons over
For one moment is fine, for just a little is fine, engrave your thoughts
Just without end, passing through time, shining
The story continues on in your heart
That day you will sometime take the night train
No matter where you are today
Look up at the shining night sky..
Past is Present Backup
What do you mean to me?
A friend, maybe something more.
But the past is in the way.
Regrets tie us against a wall.
It's so hard to let go,
And old bonds become steel.
Sometimes I can't wait
To hear your voice, see you.
Others, I want to turn away.
The mind is a confusing thing,
Always leading us in the
wrong directions, false paths.
My heart won't even talk to me.
It's been withered and chipped away,
Only a memory of what used to be.
So what do you mean to me now?
Perhaps I'll never know, and when
the time comes the past is present.
End.
A friend, maybe something more.
But the past is in the way.
Regrets tie us against a wall.
It's so hard to let go,
And old bonds become steel.
Sometimes I can't wait
To hear your voice, see you.
Others, I want to turn away.
The mind is a confusing thing,
Always leading us in the
wrong directions, false paths.
My heart won't even talk to me.
It's been withered and chipped away,
Only a memory of what used to be.
So what do you mean to me now?
Perhaps I'll never know, and when
the time comes the past is present.
End.
Held Your Hands- Danh Backup
You who bear an unhealable pain and sadness
Carry the unerasable past on your back and don't run away from life
Your hand that I heldWill I lose it someday?
Because I want to protect you and your fading smile
Even if my echoing voice withersor is occasionally lost in the wind
I'm going to find you
You who bear an unhealable pain and sadness
Don't say that you'll never smile again or that you hate people
Everything that happens in our unseen future has meaning
For now it's ok, because there will come a time when you realize that
Like decayed beings
Just laying on top of each other is pitiful
You said you could live alone
But now you ache so much
That even trite kind words won't affect you
When I held your hand I felt you were searching for a casual kindness
Do you remember
If you know pain, you can be kind to others
Drive your life
How can I see the meaning to lifeIt's disappearing.. you're the only...
You left so that you would not collapse
Don't say that you'll never smile again or that you hate people
Even if you lose sight of it by and by, everything has meaning
Carry the unerasable past on your back and don't run away from lifeYou'd better forget everything.
Remember ...your different Life?
You'd better forget everything.
Remember...but it will never come back
Since someday in the flow of time you'll understand, like a strained memory
Untitled 2 Backup Inc.
February 13, 2006
Untitled
Chapter 2: Hello Fashion, Goodbye Wardrobe
Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Twilight’ or any of its original characters...yet! Hahaha!
"Here, try this one on," Laura shoved yet another outfit at me. I think I have finally come to terms with the saying ‘shop ‘til you drop,’ because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
I groaned, as I switched outfits quickly in the changing room, and allowed Laura to examine me. "Are we almost done?" I asked her for probably about the billionth time. Or more.
She gave me a sharp glare. "We haven’t even gotten to the formal wear yet, so just quit your complaining or I can make this a lot harder."
I shut up immediately. I mean, there was nothing else to do with a threat like that. I could barely handle things as they were, let alone worse! "Yes, Ma’am," I sighed, and stepped out of the change room in a pair of fitting dress pants and blouse with a beige blazer to go with it. "Does this look okay?"
Laura ‘hmmd’ walked around me like some sort of depraved vulture, while tugging on the material here and there. Finally she straightened up with a sigh. "It’ll have to do I guess. Try on the next one Isabella."
Obediently, I went through the process all over again. Who knew that the bargain I made included this torture?
About an hour later, we had finally moved on to the more ‘formal’ wear: Gowns. I never really was the type to wear dresses, but apparently I had a lot of parties and celebrations to attend. The life of the rich sure wasn’t cut out for me, but I had to admit that some of the dresses we bought were sure pretty. And they cost a fortune!
"Hey Laura, do you think I can keep all th is stuff after the...deal is over?"
Laura gave me a weird look. "Why wouldn’t you? It’s not as if we know anyone else wh o is your size. Besides, they’re far to expensive to just be given away."
I took that as a yes. "Cool," I smiled at her. She didn’t return the favour.
After what seemed like an eternity, Laura finally announced to my extreme pleasure that this particular section was over. However, there was much in store for me. Next stop, salon. I was to own the best products for hair, skin, and the rest of it. Hell, I didn’t even wear make-up! I didn’t bother since I seemed to get an average amount of attention with out it.
"You need to do something with your hair, it’s always in your face," Laura scolded me. She turned to the stylist. "Give her some layers, and shine it up a bit. I’ll be back in an hour. I also want her to have a full manicure and tone her face as well."
That was that. I was left in the hands of a freaky looking man who had an evil grin..
A few hours later...
"Voila, madam! What do you think of your new look, yes?"
I stared at the tall mirror in wonder. I didn’t recognize myself. Really, it was a miracle. My hair had been trimmed an styled with some sweet smelling shampoo, and my face had make up on it! My nails looked like they belonged on some sort of movie star, and before I could say anything, the man I had come to know as ‘Victor,’ started to measure my waist.
"Hey buddy, what do you think you’re doing?" I demanded, feeling the lack of my personal space.
He looked at me with a ‘duh’ look. "Taking your measurements of course. That way we can have custom clothes made for you."
Oh, of course. I mentally slapped my for head. Stop taking everything the wrong way Bella!
"Right, I knew that," I told him instead so I didn’t look like a total idiot. It didn’t work.
Victor discreetly (or at least that’s what I told myself) rolled his eyes and continued measuring, muttering something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch.
A few minutes later, the tailor dragged a few more outfits from who knows where, and threw them at me. "Try these on."
The first set fit well but definitely not my style. I hated plaid. I mean, I looked like some business woman or something! Then there was the jeans that felt so tight my blood circulation had been cut off. I think I went blue at the hips. Finally, the last combination I could deal with.
A fitting, but not suffocating stylish T-shirt went down just past my hips, with a short jean jacket. The pants were a silky material, but too expensive to be polyester. They were wide and flared out at the bottom. The shoes were simply black and slightly square with only a little bit of heel.
But I was confused; didn’t Charlie want me to be formal? The idea I had imagined was tons of flowing gowns and twirling skirts with frilly blouses. This was a relief.
"I like this one," I told Victor who was watching me. "It kind of matches me."
He seemed to scoff at this. "But of course, I just knew you would pick this one. No taste whatsoever..." Grudgingly, he put away the other two outfits.
Untitled
Chapter 2: Hello Fashion, Goodbye Wardrobe
Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Twilight’ or any of its original characters...yet! Hahaha!
"Here, try this one on," Laura shoved yet another outfit at me. I think I have finally come to terms with the saying ‘shop ‘til you drop,’ because that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
I groaned, as I switched outfits quickly in the changing room, and allowed Laura to examine me. "Are we almost done?" I asked her for probably about the billionth time. Or more.
She gave me a sharp glare. "We haven’t even gotten to the formal wear yet, so just quit your complaining or I can make this a lot harder."
I shut up immediately. I mean, there was nothing else to do with a threat like that. I could barely handle things as they were, let alone worse! "Yes, Ma’am," I sighed, and stepped out of the change room in a pair of fitting dress pants and blouse with a beige blazer to go with it. "Does this look okay?"
Laura ‘hmmd’ walked around me like some sort of depraved vulture, while tugging on the material here and there. Finally she straightened up with a sigh. "It’ll have to do I guess. Try on the next one Isabella."
Obediently, I went through the process all over again. Who knew that the bargain I made included this torture?
About an hour later, we had finally moved on to the more ‘formal’ wear: Gowns. I never really was the type to wear dresses, but apparently I had a lot of parties and celebrations to attend. The life of the rich sure wasn’t cut out for me, but I had to admit that some of the dresses we bought were sure pretty. And they cost a fortune!
"Hey Laura, do you think I can keep all th is stuff after the...deal is over?"
Laura gave me a weird look. "Why wouldn’t you? It’s not as if we know anyone else wh o is your size. Besides, they’re far to expensive to just be given away."
I took that as a yes. "Cool," I smiled at her. She didn’t return the favour.
After what seemed like an eternity, Laura finally announced to my extreme pleasure that this particular section was over. However, there was much in store for me. Next stop, salon. I was to own the best products for hair, skin, and the rest of it. Hell, I didn’t even wear make-up! I didn’t bother since I seemed to get an average amount of attention with out it.
"You need to do something with your hair, it’s always in your face," Laura scolded me. She turned to the stylist. "Give her some layers, and shine it up a bit. I’ll be back in an hour. I also want her to have a full manicure and tone her face as well."
That was that. I was left in the hands of a freaky looking man who had an evil grin..
A few hours later...
"Voila, madam! What do you think of your new look, yes?"
I stared at the tall mirror in wonder. I didn’t recognize myself. Really, it was a miracle. My hair had been trimmed an styled with some sweet smelling shampoo, and my face had make up on it! My nails looked like they belonged on some sort of movie star, and before I could say anything, the man I had come to know as ‘Victor,’ started to measure my waist.
"Hey buddy, what do you think you’re doing?" I demanded, feeling the lack of my personal space.
He looked at me with a ‘duh’ look. "Taking your measurements of course. That way we can have custom clothes made for you."
Oh, of course. I mentally slapped my for head. Stop taking everything the wrong way Bella!
"Right, I knew that," I told him instead so I didn’t look like a total idiot. It didn’t work.
Victor discreetly (or at least that’s what I told myself) rolled his eyes and continued measuring, muttering something under his breath that I didn’t quite catch.
A few minutes later, the tailor dragged a few more outfits from who knows where, and threw them at me. "Try these on."
The first set fit well but definitely not my style. I hated plaid. I mean, I looked like some business woman or something! Then there was the jeans that felt so tight my blood circulation had been cut off. I think I went blue at the hips. Finally, the last combination I could deal with.
A fitting, but not suffocating stylish T-shirt went down just past my hips, with a short jean jacket. The pants were a silky material, but too expensive to be polyester. They were wide and flared out at the bottom. The shoes were simply black and slightly square with only a little bit of heel.
But I was confused; didn’t Charlie want me to be formal? The idea I had imagined was tons of flowing gowns and twirling skirts with frilly blouses. This was a relief.
"I like this one," I told Victor who was watching me. "It kind of matches me."
He seemed to scoff at this. "But of course, I just knew you would pick this one. No taste whatsoever..." Grudgingly, he put away the other two outfits.
Untitled 1 Backup
February 11, 2006
Untitled- Twilight Fanfic
Chapter 1: Negotiations
Disclaimer: I do not own the novel ‘Twilight’ or any of its characters, although I wouldn’t mind hooking up with one of them... *sighs* Darn it anyways.
It was just like any other day. The sun was shining and the flowers were sparkling in the morning dew. However, this day was about to turn everything I had come to know upside down.
I walked quickly with purpose down the long driveway that lead to my ‘father’s’ house. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, but for some reason it seemed important to my mother that I saw him every now and then. Honestly, I couldn’t be bothered either way, as long as it kept my mother happy. She didn’t need anything else to add to her stressed lifestyle.
I knocked sharply three times at the old fashioned oak door, just loud enough so that you could probably hear it throughout the whole house. And that was saying something, since my father’s ‘house’ was more like a mansion than anything. After a few moments with no apparent reply, I was about to turn back and leave the way I’d come when I picked up faint, hurried footsteps coming from inside.
The small expectant face of a middle aged lady peeked from behind the thick doorway, glancing at me quickly, before motioning with her hand to come in. She seemed almost anxious for some reason as she lead me up a wide marble staircase to which I assumed would be a room that I was to meet my father in.
"Excuse me," I broke the tense atmosphere hesitantly. "I was just wondering exactly where I am to meet Ch-um, my father."
I bit my lip as I just caught myself from calling my father by his first name. My mother insisted I called him ‘father’ or ‘dad’ like any other son or daughter. I didn’t see why it would matter really. I mean, it’s not like he even bothered to check in with us at all when I was growing up. I only knew him from the stories my mother told me when I was young. I hadn’t actually met him until about five years ago, when I was twelve. My first impression was that he was a complete snob, but as he tried to make small talk, I was kind of crept out. Some of the things he said were just...weird.
"Here you are, miss. The master will be seeing you shortly, so please just wait here and make yourself at home."
I broke myself out of my reverie to realize that we had stopped at an attractive looking door, with strange carvings covering most of its surface. The servant, or whatever her current position was, quietly opened the massive door to reveal an impressive office. Or at least, that’s I thought it was.
The lady bent her head quickly towards me, in a painfully formal manner before leaving even quicker than she had lead me up here.
I took this opportunity to observe the room more closely, taking in the scattered books and papers, and the large open windows that had been draped shut. As far as I could see there was nothing too interesting about it, despite that the room itself was probably about half the size of my house where I lived with my mother.
I decided that this room was an office and a library in one, with all the books lined up on at least a dozen shelves. They all looked pretty boring anyway, nothing that I would read for entertainment. I was just about to walk around towards one of the windows to check out the view behind the thick curtains, when I heard a soft click behind me.
I whipped my head around to come face to face with the person in question. Or whatever. There he stood, in a dreary looking business suit, his hair combed neatly back. He looked at me kindly, but his eyes held a reserved look to them. Polite but careful at the same time.
"It’s nice to see you again, Bella," he greeted me. "I’m glad that you came to visit me."
"It’s no trouble, C– Dad." I managed to smile. "Thanks for inviting me."
He walked fluidly over to a polished desk, and sat gracefully in a plush chair. "Please," he made a gesture for me to sit across from him. "Make yourself comfortable."
‘That’s not exactly possible,’ I thought wryly, but nevertheless, seated myself with as much prose as possible. "Thanks,’ I told him courteously.
"So," Charlie, as I would’ve liked to call him, began. "How’s life right Bella? Are you doing well in school?"
I smoothly covered what would’ve been my expression of confusion and disbelief, and turned it into one of indifference. Since when did he care what was going on in my life? "It’s fine, and school is going well. What about you?" I refrained from calling him anything that time.
He smiled, seeming pleased that I was co-operating with his attempt at making a conversation. "Everything’s actually going quite well, thank you for asking Bella."
I almost forgot to hide my look of disgust. I was tired of playing his little games. "What did you call me here for, Father?" I asked him bluntly, allowing myself to emphasize the last word. "It can’t have been just to chat and catch up."
His expression immediately changed, going from surprised for a quick second, to something between amused and impressed. "You were always the one to get straight to the point, Bella." He shook is head. "Very well then, what is it you thought I invited you here for?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly, wondering where this was going. Now I knew for sure that there was an ulterior motive. "I’m not sure. All I know is that it isn’t like you to just ask for someone’s company when you feel bored." I settled back deeper into my chair. "Why don’t you enlighten me."
His smile widened, and a glint appeared in his eyes. The thing that I liked about Charlie was that he never discussed any of the conversations you had with him to anybody else. Everything you discussed with him, whether it was casual or private was kept strictly confidential. This way I didn’t have to worry about my mother hearing about any of this.
"Ah, such a smart girl you are."Charlie folded his hands neatly on top of the desk top. "You see, I didn’t expect any less from you. That’s why it was you who I chose." He paused to gauge my reaction, but to his slight disappointment, found none.
"Go on," I urged him, wanting to hear his insane idea. I was used to hiding my emotions. This way, I didn’t feel vulnerable.
He tilted his head to the side, trying to decipher my reply, before offering an explanation. "It seems that events have lead to an unfortunate situation that may affect my company, and I refuse to let that happen."
As I realized he wouldn’t continue until I said something I put on an intrigued face. "Oh? What sort of...events?"
Charlie’s eyes twinkled, but not exactly in a friendly matter. "It’s sort of complicated, really. The...superiors that run the whole show have decided to have an election for a new leader. I am still eligible of course, but my chances are not exactly in my favour. Seeing as how I’ve already been the head of the company for ten years, I suspect they’re looking for fresh meat."
I restrained myself from flinching at the harsh word he used for the implied term. "And how to I fit into all of this?"
"Oh, but I was just getting to that part, Bella. If you’ll just listen a few minutes longer it’ll all become clear." He paused a couple seconds before going on. "As you may know, there are certain techniques to getting the majority of the board in your favour. In my case, they see no good reason to vote for me other than the fact that I’ve kept the business thriving quite nicely for the time I’ve been in control. However, I’ve noticed in previous elections for circumstances such as these, people that have...necessities if you will ,tend to appeal to a lot of the members. They receive pity votes as I like to refer to them as."
I couldn’t help myself from frowning. "Pity votes? What kind of...’necessities?’
Norman brightened at this question. "But of course my dear Bella, that’s exactly where you come in! Don’t you see? You are the necessity that I require to win most of the votes!"
My frown deepened as I realized what he was about to ask me to do. "So now I’m a necessity, huh? Why should I help you anyway?"
His smile transformed to be almost predatory, and I got a chill in my spine. "Please, take no offence. It’s nothing personal I assure you. If you would only give everyone a good impression, and speak highly of me, it would make me seem more...humane?"
I scowled angrily. "Pity votes? You think that they would elect you because they feel sorry for me? I don’t believe this!"
"Now Bella, there’s no need to become angry. I didn’t say they would feel sorry for you. All I’ve been trying to explain is that all of the board members have family. As far as they know, I’m a single wealthy bachelor who only cares for himself."
"Then they have your description perfect as far as I’m concerned," I grumbled.
"Humor me, Bella. Don’t you see now?"Charlie leaned forward in his chair so that I saw the almost insane look in his eyes. "What I want them to think is that I’m a caring and compassionate person who is determined to see the best of the company, and is the ideal family man. You are the only one who can convince them of that theory."
"And what if that theory isn’t true?" I demanded.
His eyes narrowed with a feral look. "Well now, they don’t have to know that do they?" His demeanor seemed cheerful, and his voice was light, but I could feel the underlying threat.
I couldn’t help but gulp at his intimidating posture. "I ask again, why should I help you? You’ve done nothing for me. What benefit do I get out of all this?"
He smiled, satisfied that I was even considering his proposal. "I hear that you are wanting to apply for a nice college, and perhaps a university. Education is expensive these days isn’t it?"
I didn’t miss the hints. "You’re willing to pay for my education?" I inquired.
"All of it, Bella.. As long as you put on a good show."
I became thoughtful. "Although this offer is tempting, a salesman’s first offer is always the one that is negotiable."
Charlie’s eyes became appraising. "But of course. What else is it you have in mind, Bella?"
I eyes him warily, but making sure to have a firm voice. "I’ll need to have transportation to these schools, as all the ones I want to apply for are quite a ways from here. I have my drivers licence, but neither my mother or I can afford to buy a decent car."
"That can be easily taken care of. I will allow you to choose one vehicle. Any selection at all, if there’s one you prefer."
"Any?"
He smiled, missing nothing. "Any, Bella. If I win this election finances will not be a problem, believe me."
I went through a list of the most expensive cars I’ve heard of. "Well...I’ve always heard that Mercedes is a good name, but the Ferrari looks pretty nice too. I also like the style of some of the new BMW models."
"If that is what you want, after this is complete, one of them will be yours along with a constant supply of funds for your education."
"Does that include supplies, course fees and everything?"
He nodded. "It’s a one package deal Bella."
I was silent for a few minutes, before finally coming to a decision. "Alright, what exactly does this agreement include? I better not have to flirt with any old guys or anything."
Charlie laughed, knowing that I was hooked. "Never, Bella. All I need you to do is play the part that I tell you too, while looking ladylike in the process."
After that statement, the rest is history.
"So Bella, what was it that your father wanted to talk to you about?" Catherine, my mother asked me as I got home an hour later.
"Um..." I struggled at how to explain the whole situation to her. Charlie had made it clear that she wasn’t to know what was really happening. "Well, he just wanted me to visit him more often so we could get to know each other better, you know?" I inwardly winced at my weak excuse. God, how pathetic was I anyway?
Predictably, my mother frowned. "He...wanted to see you more often? I see." She didn’t seem to certain about the idea.
I sighed. "Don’t worry about it mom, it’s nothing big. We just thought it was time that we got to know each other, for our own sake. It’s not like I’m moving in with him or anything."
She seemed to relax a little after that. "Oh" My mother looked up with indecision displayed on her face. "Well I guess that’s alright. I have nothing against you two socializing with each other. I suppose it’ll be for the better in the end anyway."
I smiled encouragingly, seeing her distress. "Come on mom, he’s just asking that I go see him maybe two or three times a week. That’s all. There’s nothing complicated about it." That’s the understatement of the year, I thought to myself.
My mother brightened up at this, and gave me a quick hug. "Of course dear, whatever makes you happy." With that worked out, she left to make something for dinner.
Ah, what a confusing thing life can be.
Since I had just started summer break, school wouldn’t interfere any of my father’s plans. I told myself I had to get used to calling him that if I was to fool a few hundred people. Powerful people at that. Christ, what was I getting myself into?
According to Charlie, I mean, ‘dad,’ as I had to call him, I was to be waiting outside the front entrance of the mall, 1 o’clock sharp. Don’t ask me why, he didn’t tell me much other than that. The only implication I picked up was that I was about to get a whole new wardrobe. A fashionable and expensive on too.
I didn’t have to wait long, because sure enough, at 1 o’clock exactly a fancy looking sports care pulled up in front of me. I didn’t say anything, as the driver was unfamiliar to me.
However, she seemed to know me as she took one glance at me and stated, "Isabella Swan?"
I nodded curtly, unsure to what we were about to do.
The lady seemed to know exactly what was going on though, when she motioned towards the back seat and said, "I’m Laura, your father sent me. We don’t have a lot of time."
I hesitated, my mother’s warnings about strangers flitting around my head. But she wasn’t really a stranger was she? This lady was most likely an employee of my dad.
"Well?" The woman snapped impatiently as she picked up on my uncertainty. "Are you coming or what? I don’t want you wasting my time."
How uptight can you get? Someone definitely had issues. I climbed in without another word.
"Today we are going to be looking for more...appealing clothes to have in your wardrobe. The woman who I had yet to decide had completely crossed over, drove like a maniac through the busy streets. She glanced disapprovingly at my current attire, which just happened to be one of my favourite pair of worn out jeans, and a fitting t-shirt that said ‘No really, what’s wrong with your face?’ on the front.
"So uh, what kind of clothes will we be looking for?" I risked giving her a side glance through the corner of my eye, and instantly regretted it as she pierced me with a glare.
"Something besides those rags that you’re wearing. I will consider nothing but quality brand names. Anything less is unacceptable."
Whoa. I was right, expensive clothes. Cool. "Alright, so like Levi’s and Roxy’s?"
"Certainly not!" She seemed appalled at the very mention of the names. "Only top rated names will be appropriate. You want to make a good first impression to all the board members. We can’t have anything set us back.
Ah, it made more sense now. This Laura person was in on it. She knew what No– excuse me, dad was really up to. I decided to test my luck. "I don’t really have experience with this kind of shopping then. Are you here to help me out?"
Laura sniffed in what seemed an ‘I-could-care-less’ manner. "I suppose, if my assistance is required. We can’t have you picking out disasters like those."
I gave her a half hearted glare. "Excuse me, miss, but I happen to like my clothes, thank you very much!"
"Well now, this isn’t about you is it darling?" Laura said in such a tone that I almost gagged at how she called me ‘darling.’ Was everyone in this world twisted criminals?
I sulked the rest of the way. To where I didn’t know yet.
End.
Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is my first and probably only fanfic for this particularly book. I mean, Twilight isn’t that popular is it? I was actually considering making it for an anime series but it didn’t quite fit. Anyways, that’s the first chapter. It’s not that long I know, but my writing skills aren’t quite up to bat so I obtain writer’s block a bit to often. I just wanted to encourage you to comment you and review, but please, though suggestions and criticism is welcome, I despise flamers. Just thought I’d let you know. Enough of my babbling, please look forward to the next chapter!
Ko-chan
Untitled- Twilight Fanfic
Chapter 1: Negotiations
Disclaimer: I do not own the novel ‘Twilight’ or any of its characters, although I wouldn’t mind hooking up with one of them... *sighs* Darn it anyways.
It was just like any other day. The sun was shining and the flowers were sparkling in the morning dew. However, this day was about to turn everything I had come to know upside down.
I walked quickly with purpose down the long driveway that lead to my ‘father’s’ house. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, but for some reason it seemed important to my mother that I saw him every now and then. Honestly, I couldn’t be bothered either way, as long as it kept my mother happy. She didn’t need anything else to add to her stressed lifestyle.
I knocked sharply three times at the old fashioned oak door, just loud enough so that you could probably hear it throughout the whole house. And that was saying something, since my father’s ‘house’ was more like a mansion than anything. After a few moments with no apparent reply, I was about to turn back and leave the way I’d come when I picked up faint, hurried footsteps coming from inside.
The small expectant face of a middle aged lady peeked from behind the thick doorway, glancing at me quickly, before motioning with her hand to come in. She seemed almost anxious for some reason as she lead me up a wide marble staircase to which I assumed would be a room that I was to meet my father in.
"Excuse me," I broke the tense atmosphere hesitantly. "I was just wondering exactly where I am to meet Ch-um, my father."
I bit my lip as I just caught myself from calling my father by his first name. My mother insisted I called him ‘father’ or ‘dad’ like any other son or daughter. I didn’t see why it would matter really. I mean, it’s not like he even bothered to check in with us at all when I was growing up. I only knew him from the stories my mother told me when I was young. I hadn’t actually met him until about five years ago, when I was twelve. My first impression was that he was a complete snob, but as he tried to make small talk, I was kind of crept out. Some of the things he said were just...weird.
"Here you are, miss. The master will be seeing you shortly, so please just wait here and make yourself at home."
I broke myself out of my reverie to realize that we had stopped at an attractive looking door, with strange carvings covering most of its surface. The servant, or whatever her current position was, quietly opened the massive door to reveal an impressive office. Or at least, that’s I thought it was.
The lady bent her head quickly towards me, in a painfully formal manner before leaving even quicker than she had lead me up here.
I took this opportunity to observe the room more closely, taking in the scattered books and papers, and the large open windows that had been draped shut. As far as I could see there was nothing too interesting about it, despite that the room itself was probably about half the size of my house where I lived with my mother.
I decided that this room was an office and a library in one, with all the books lined up on at least a dozen shelves. They all looked pretty boring anyway, nothing that I would read for entertainment. I was just about to walk around towards one of the windows to check out the view behind the thick curtains, when I heard a soft click behind me.
I whipped my head around to come face to face with the person in question. Or whatever. There he stood, in a dreary looking business suit, his hair combed neatly back. He looked at me kindly, but his eyes held a reserved look to them. Polite but careful at the same time.
"It’s nice to see you again, Bella," he greeted me. "I’m glad that you came to visit me."
"It’s no trouble, C– Dad." I managed to smile. "Thanks for inviting me."
He walked fluidly over to a polished desk, and sat gracefully in a plush chair. "Please," he made a gesture for me to sit across from him. "Make yourself comfortable."
‘That’s not exactly possible,’ I thought wryly, but nevertheless, seated myself with as much prose as possible. "Thanks,’ I told him courteously.
"So," Charlie, as I would’ve liked to call him, began. "How’s life right Bella? Are you doing well in school?"
I smoothly covered what would’ve been my expression of confusion and disbelief, and turned it into one of indifference. Since when did he care what was going on in my life? "It’s fine, and school is going well. What about you?" I refrained from calling him anything that time.
He smiled, seeming pleased that I was co-operating with his attempt at making a conversation. "Everything’s actually going quite well, thank you for asking Bella."
I almost forgot to hide my look of disgust. I was tired of playing his little games. "What did you call me here for, Father?" I asked him bluntly, allowing myself to emphasize the last word. "It can’t have been just to chat and catch up."
His expression immediately changed, going from surprised for a quick second, to something between amused and impressed. "You were always the one to get straight to the point, Bella." He shook is head. "Very well then, what is it you thought I invited you here for?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly, wondering where this was going. Now I knew for sure that there was an ulterior motive. "I’m not sure. All I know is that it isn’t like you to just ask for someone’s company when you feel bored." I settled back deeper into my chair. "Why don’t you enlighten me."
His smile widened, and a glint appeared in his eyes. The thing that I liked about Charlie was that he never discussed any of the conversations you had with him to anybody else. Everything you discussed with him, whether it was casual or private was kept strictly confidential. This way I didn’t have to worry about my mother hearing about any of this.
"Ah, such a smart girl you are."Charlie folded his hands neatly on top of the desk top. "You see, I didn’t expect any less from you. That’s why it was you who I chose." He paused to gauge my reaction, but to his slight disappointment, found none.
"Go on," I urged him, wanting to hear his insane idea. I was used to hiding my emotions. This way, I didn’t feel vulnerable.
He tilted his head to the side, trying to decipher my reply, before offering an explanation. "It seems that events have lead to an unfortunate situation that may affect my company, and I refuse to let that happen."
As I realized he wouldn’t continue until I said something I put on an intrigued face. "Oh? What sort of...events?"
Charlie’s eyes twinkled, but not exactly in a friendly matter. "It’s sort of complicated, really. The...superiors that run the whole show have decided to have an election for a new leader. I am still eligible of course, but my chances are not exactly in my favour. Seeing as how I’ve already been the head of the company for ten years, I suspect they’re looking for fresh meat."
I restrained myself from flinching at the harsh word he used for the implied term. "And how to I fit into all of this?"
"Oh, but I was just getting to that part, Bella. If you’ll just listen a few minutes longer it’ll all become clear." He paused a couple seconds before going on. "As you may know, there are certain techniques to getting the majority of the board in your favour. In my case, they see no good reason to vote for me other than the fact that I’ve kept the business thriving quite nicely for the time I’ve been in control. However, I’ve noticed in previous elections for circumstances such as these, people that have...necessities if you will ,tend to appeal to a lot of the members. They receive pity votes as I like to refer to them as."
I couldn’t help myself from frowning. "Pity votes? What kind of...’necessities?’
Norman brightened at this question. "But of course my dear Bella, that’s exactly where you come in! Don’t you see? You are the necessity that I require to win most of the votes!"
My frown deepened as I realized what he was about to ask me to do. "So now I’m a necessity, huh? Why should I help you anyway?"
His smile transformed to be almost predatory, and I got a chill in my spine. "Please, take no offence. It’s nothing personal I assure you. If you would only give everyone a good impression, and speak highly of me, it would make me seem more...humane?"
I scowled angrily. "Pity votes? You think that they would elect you because they feel sorry for me? I don’t believe this!"
"Now Bella, there’s no need to become angry. I didn’t say they would feel sorry for you. All I’ve been trying to explain is that all of the board members have family. As far as they know, I’m a single wealthy bachelor who only cares for himself."
"Then they have your description perfect as far as I’m concerned," I grumbled.
"Humor me, Bella. Don’t you see now?"Charlie leaned forward in his chair so that I saw the almost insane look in his eyes. "What I want them to think is that I’m a caring and compassionate person who is determined to see the best of the company, and is the ideal family man. You are the only one who can convince them of that theory."
"And what if that theory isn’t true?" I demanded.
His eyes narrowed with a feral look. "Well now, they don’t have to know that do they?" His demeanor seemed cheerful, and his voice was light, but I could feel the underlying threat.
I couldn’t help but gulp at his intimidating posture. "I ask again, why should I help you? You’ve done nothing for me. What benefit do I get out of all this?"
He smiled, satisfied that I was even considering his proposal. "I hear that you are wanting to apply for a nice college, and perhaps a university. Education is expensive these days isn’t it?"
I didn’t miss the hints. "You’re willing to pay for my education?" I inquired.
"All of it, Bella.. As long as you put on a good show."
I became thoughtful. "Although this offer is tempting, a salesman’s first offer is always the one that is negotiable."
Charlie’s eyes became appraising. "But of course. What else is it you have in mind, Bella?"
I eyes him warily, but making sure to have a firm voice. "I’ll need to have transportation to these schools, as all the ones I want to apply for are quite a ways from here. I have my drivers licence, but neither my mother or I can afford to buy a decent car."
"That can be easily taken care of. I will allow you to choose one vehicle. Any selection at all, if there’s one you prefer."
"Any?"
He smiled, missing nothing. "Any, Bella. If I win this election finances will not be a problem, believe me."
I went through a list of the most expensive cars I’ve heard of. "Well...I’ve always heard that Mercedes is a good name, but the Ferrari looks pretty nice too. I also like the style of some of the new BMW models."
"If that is what you want, after this is complete, one of them will be yours along with a constant supply of funds for your education."
"Does that include supplies, course fees and everything?"
He nodded. "It’s a one package deal Bella."
I was silent for a few minutes, before finally coming to a decision. "Alright, what exactly does this agreement include? I better not have to flirt with any old guys or anything."
Charlie laughed, knowing that I was hooked. "Never, Bella. All I need you to do is play the part that I tell you too, while looking ladylike in the process."
After that statement, the rest is history.
"So Bella, what was it that your father wanted to talk to you about?" Catherine, my mother asked me as I got home an hour later.
"Um..." I struggled at how to explain the whole situation to her. Charlie had made it clear that she wasn’t to know what was really happening. "Well, he just wanted me to visit him more often so we could get to know each other better, you know?" I inwardly winced at my weak excuse. God, how pathetic was I anyway?
Predictably, my mother frowned. "He...wanted to see you more often? I see." She didn’t seem to certain about the idea.
I sighed. "Don’t worry about it mom, it’s nothing big. We just thought it was time that we got to know each other, for our own sake. It’s not like I’m moving in with him or anything."
She seemed to relax a little after that. "Oh" My mother looked up with indecision displayed on her face. "Well I guess that’s alright. I have nothing against you two socializing with each other. I suppose it’ll be for the better in the end anyway."
I smiled encouragingly, seeing her distress. "Come on mom, he’s just asking that I go see him maybe two or three times a week. That’s all. There’s nothing complicated about it." That’s the understatement of the year, I thought to myself.
My mother brightened up at this, and gave me a quick hug. "Of course dear, whatever makes you happy." With that worked out, she left to make something for dinner.
Ah, what a confusing thing life can be.
Since I had just started summer break, school wouldn’t interfere any of my father’s plans. I told myself I had to get used to calling him that if I was to fool a few hundred people. Powerful people at that. Christ, what was I getting myself into?
According to Charlie, I mean, ‘dad,’ as I had to call him, I was to be waiting outside the front entrance of the mall, 1 o’clock sharp. Don’t ask me why, he didn’t tell me much other than that. The only implication I picked up was that I was about to get a whole new wardrobe. A fashionable and expensive on too.
I didn’t have to wait long, because sure enough, at 1 o’clock exactly a fancy looking sports care pulled up in front of me. I didn’t say anything, as the driver was unfamiliar to me.
However, she seemed to know me as she took one glance at me and stated, "Isabella Swan?"
I nodded curtly, unsure to what we were about to do.
The lady seemed to know exactly what was going on though, when she motioned towards the back seat and said, "I’m Laura, your father sent me. We don’t have a lot of time."
I hesitated, my mother’s warnings about strangers flitting around my head. But she wasn’t really a stranger was she? This lady was most likely an employee of my dad.
"Well?" The woman snapped impatiently as she picked up on my uncertainty. "Are you coming or what? I don’t want you wasting my time."
How uptight can you get? Someone definitely had issues. I climbed in without another word.
"Today we are going to be looking for more...appealing clothes to have in your wardrobe. The woman who I had yet to decide had completely crossed over, drove like a maniac through the busy streets. She glanced disapprovingly at my current attire, which just happened to be one of my favourite pair of worn out jeans, and a fitting t-shirt that said ‘No really, what’s wrong with your face?’ on the front.
"So uh, what kind of clothes will we be looking for?" I risked giving her a side glance through the corner of my eye, and instantly regretted it as she pierced me with a glare.
"Something besides those rags that you’re wearing. I will consider nothing but quality brand names. Anything less is unacceptable."
Whoa. I was right, expensive clothes. Cool. "Alright, so like Levi’s and Roxy’s?"
"Certainly not!" She seemed appalled at the very mention of the names. "Only top rated names will be appropriate. You want to make a good first impression to all the board members. We can’t have anything set us back.
Ah, it made more sense now. This Laura person was in on it. She knew what No– excuse me, dad was really up to. I decided to test my luck. "I don’t really have experience with this kind of shopping then. Are you here to help me out?"
Laura sniffed in what seemed an ‘I-could-care-less’ manner. "I suppose, if my assistance is required. We can’t have you picking out disasters like those."
I gave her a half hearted glare. "Excuse me, miss, but I happen to like my clothes, thank you very much!"
"Well now, this isn’t about you is it darling?" Laura said in such a tone that I almost gagged at how she called me ‘darling.’ Was everyone in this world twisted criminals?
I sulked the rest of the way. To where I didn’t know yet.
End.
Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is my first and probably only fanfic for this particularly book. I mean, Twilight isn’t that popular is it? I was actually considering making it for an anime series but it didn’t quite fit. Anyways, that’s the first chapter. It’s not that long I know, but my writing skills aren’t quite up to bat so I obtain writer’s block a bit to often. I just wanted to encourage you to comment you and review, but please, though suggestions and criticism is welcome, I despise flamers. Just thought I’d let you know. Enough of my babbling, please look forward to the next chapter!
Ko-chan
Quotes 1 Backup
"Chaos never Changes, It only Evolves." ~Dynast 'Dyne' (Chaos Dragon of Fire), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"To put it bluntly, you're dead meat." ~Dynast 'Dyne' (Chaos Dragon of Fire), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Hey look, it's not like I want to kill people, they just come and, well, I can't deny their death wish, can I?" ~Dynast 'Dyne' (Chaos Dragon of Fire), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Chaos is the Answer, Silence is just the Begining." ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"I belive, though I'm not sure, that you're about to get killed." ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Erm, not my business or anything, but isn't 'ultimate doom', you know, kinda bad?" ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Sometimes, the Deepest Darkness is all we need, to find the Purest Light within." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"If you ever mention this little incident to anyone, at any given time, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Erm, 'complete devestation' is such a harsh term, I prefer to call it simply 'side effect'." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Let me take my broken wings and fly away... I just want to see the stars tonight." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Never mind me child, it's just the ramblings of an old woman who has seen the stars shining brighter before." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I might not know much... but really, that was lame." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I knew I should have stayed dead, I just knew it." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Don't worry, why even bothering listening to the chinese old man? After all, is not like he has been here before, or anything..." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I hate to say I told you so... but I bloody told you so." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"There’s a place somewhere out there, where the sun won’t blind your eyes and your dreams come true, the key to it, is your will to risk it and start searching." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Given that we are three seconds from damnation, I will have to say I really, really hate you... bastard." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Wow... and here I was thinking you were the lowest part of the evolution scale Prav's." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I hate this world beyond words to describe it, but I hate it more when we do nothing about it." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Wait a second, you mean I actually know something you two dont? Wow! Ahem, let me rejoice in this marvelous revelation!." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"I'm not whinning, I'm just pointing out the fact that no one ever listens to me." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Oh, very so clever, now not only we will die, we will take the world to damnation with us." ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Were you born stupid, or you just try really hard?." ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Will you fucking stop talking in plural! You and Alexis are one and the same fucking thing... one that's becoming unberably annoying as time goes by!" ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I envy Death, while my work is always ephemerous, hers is forever eternal." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Hi, I'm Iris, Leviathan of Time and Space and Mistress of Paradox, and I'm going to end the world, you may run and scream in panic now." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Wee, I always dreamed about going into hell... I was usually the torturer rather than the victim in those dreams though." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Why fight if I know I’ll Die? To ensure You die with me." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair', 'Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"We think it's better to split in teams... Pravus goes with Joey, Nuru goes with Madame Midnight, and I'll go with Alexis." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair', 'Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Some damn me, others claim me, but with no exception, all must face me." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair','Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Judging someone for what we see is easy. Accepting them for what they are, is not." ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Would you just stop wasting my time?" ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Wee, more prejudist cows to deal with, watch me dance with glee." ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Finding knowlage isn’t easy. Knowing what to do with it is even harder." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Treat books well, and they'll serve you for long... and the haunted ones will leave you alone." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"I've lost plenty of friends that way." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"It’s amazing all we’re captable of doing, just to reach a universally accepted lie." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"You've been watching X-files for far too long." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"Eww, don't even say it... hell don't even think it, I can hear you from here." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"Appearances are made to decive the mind and cloud our judgement." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Bryan, I love you, really, but if you make one more gay referenced comment on myself, I shall castrate you with a pair of chopsticks... and you know I can AND will." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"If I see one more christmass tree, I shall hurt someone... badly." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Oops." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Heh, good one, but you know what's really pathetic? The mentally challenged individuals that have to resort to use lame jokes to call attention to their sad, pathetic existance." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Well Ian, you know what they say about vertically challenged individuals... not that I'm implying you are one of course." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"A name does not make you who you are. If you set yourself to be what others call you, then you truly are a pathetic creature indeed." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Humans are pitiful creatures." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Wistful thinking will take you nowhere, Kirei, it will leave you bitter and alone." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Yet a dream, a sweet cherished deam will make you stronger, bringing hope into your heart." ~Kagome(Answering to the above quote), from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"I'm not afraid anymore." ~Kagome, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"You're not alone anymore, I'm here... I'll always be." ~Kagome, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
From Others:
"For someone so Smart, you’re awfully stupid sometimes." ~Dranzer, from 'The Flight of the Black Dragon', by Maya-chan~
"Because a Dragon with broken wings ceases to fly." ~Kai Hiwatari, from 'The Flight of the Black Dragon', by Maya-chan~
"I'll have you know I hate you, and it's indeed quite personal." ~Riley Taylor, from 'Against All Authority', by Maya-chan~
"Light will always cast a Shadow, but a Shadow by itself is an abomination." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"Truth is prepacked in pieces, and everybody gets one... just not the one they wanted." ~Random thought in 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"I’m tired." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"The ancient samurai wrote war poetry to meditate upon their problems. Monks sit under a freezing waterfall to focus their thoughts. I play Dance Dance Revolution." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan"Twoflower" Gagne~
"Simple. I assumed you would commit suicide." ~Magnificent Kamen, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"My name is Cobalt and fuck this world. I hope I made it absolutely, totally goddamn clear to you above that I hate these things, this world, my job and everything that comes with it. I already committed suicide once, so that's not a viable escape from this hell of boredom and futility. Do I sound negative to you? Very well; I am negative. Deal with it." ~Dark General Cobalt, from 'Sailor Nothing', Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead." ~Hagakure: Way of the Samurai~
"It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this." ~Hagakure: Way of the Samurai~
"I didn't have a reason to die... and I would find one good enough to live." ~Gabriel (Aquarius Camus), from 'Unbroken' by Toffee~
"He never saw my face... no one did... Blood wrote it for him." ~Morgana, from 'Unbroken' by Toffee~
"Sky tear touches leaf, green it shines now, soon to fade; like all things...someday."~Scorpio Blood, from 'Unbroken' by Tofee~
"You survived the dark lord only to be brought down by a skinny (but he's not skinny any more) little (and he's not little, not at all) nearsighted (well...) brat (true, but irrelevant). 'Shut up.' Snape shoved himself off the wall and stalked back to his office. Hopeless fool. Now you're arguing with your own body. He adjusted his trousers as he stalked. And losing." ~Severus Snape, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"I'm no expert at this, and I don't know what to do, and I'll probably screw it up, but ... there's a pretty good chance I'm in love with you." ~Harry Potter, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"I'm reasonably comfortable with feeling uncomfortable around you by now." ~Severus Snape, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"Forgive my hesitation, but I'm learning to trust in you." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"The Moon is a big yellow eye remembering what we have lost or have never throught. That's why the Moon looks raw and ghostly in the dark." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"Hell somehow exists in the distance, between what happened and what never happened." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"The same old look in your eyes, it's a beautiful night, so I'm tempted to stay." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"I could say I need you, but then you would realize I want you." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"You'll learn, in time, to be cruel; because it's easier." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"Understanding is a three-edged sword.There is your side, there side, and the truth."Excerpt fromBabylon 5 "Koshism"
Hope you’re feeling better.
Much. I have a sneaking suspicion that the amount of red hearts and soppy love songs on the radio and television actually moved me to physical sickness. The same thing happened to me on St. Patrick’s day after seeing too much green… and drinking too much Guinness (which would make anyone throw up, regardless of how drunk they were).
Was Serge modelled on Hojo?
Serge is a Frenchificated Hojo, with a bit more sensitivity. Hojo might have been included in this story as one of Kagome’s previous romantic interests, but sadly, he’s currently hiding out in the Alps after a nasty run-in with the Yakuza, going by the name of Henrietta with Bob the Goat as his only companion. Take that as you like. (I don’t know. He might get his own spin-off story for that one…)
Why do people sneeze in anime when people talk about them/Why did Inuyasha sneeze?
It’s an old Japanese belief that when you sneeze, it means someone is probably talking about you (not always in a flattering light). It’s not just limited to Japan though, as China, India and Pakistan have similar myths when it comes to sneezing (where it usually means a loved one is thinking of you).
How long have they been in Paris?
Eighteen months exactly. (The hint was in the chapter title.)
Why is Miroku discouraging Kagome’s romantic relationships?
This’ll be clear in the next chapter…
You seem to like to give Inuyasha very traumatizing pasts…
Emotionally scarred and traumatised people are just SO much sexier than the average!
Where do you buy sea monkeys?
There’s only one place I ever found and bought sea monkeys: on the ferry from France to England. I have no idea what they were doing there, but I suspect they were just plastic boxes of sea water fresh from over the side of the boat that had ‘Sea Monkeys’ scrawled across them. Having bought a set, I can assure people that these things are not monkeys. Nor do they hold any kind of resemblance to the mermaid-esque people pictured on the box. I felt so cheated I eventually flushed them down the toilet. My love is fickle like that.
Did Inuyasha kill Daisuke Hoshi?
No. I’ll probably explain this later on in the story.
How long have you been drawing?
Since last Tuesday.
There’s a lot I don’t understand here…
There’s a lot Kagome doesn’t understand either. Things shall be revealed in all good time…
Is that ice cream thing true?
Yes. Completely. I didn’t make it up at all and it’s true that all chocolate lovers are shallow and vacuous, mint-fiends are left-wing, and all strawberry girls are too cool for this world. There has never been a documented case to say otherwise.
Kanashii no ha semete shimau koto da to…-Being sad is the same as giving up
- Eriol and Tomoyo From ‘The Snowmand and the swallow’
"Going to school. Getting my degree in literature. I'm going to write down all the things that happened to us and no one will ever believe it." -Kagome"You are looking forward to being disbelieved?"- Sesshoumaru"No one believes anything I say anyway. No one believes anything anyone says. I might as well get paid for it."- KagomeYou fear doors,"
"Of course I do. Don't you?"-K"No."-S"You should,".-K"Why should I? A door can do nothing to me."-S"I can't believe that you're so old but you aren't scared of doors yet. Doors have memories, you know. I can't believe you haven't figured that out."-K"Doors are not alive. They know nothing."-S"I didn't say they knew things, I said they remember."-K"And what do doors remember, Kagome?"-S"How to close," she says.-K"Are you afraid that they will close behind you or in front of you?"-S"Does it matter?"-K
§Ñ’ϊη§Ð·ÏŠ-Кσќσѓσ
§Ñ’ÏŠÑ“Ã
§Ñ’зϊќσũ
"To put it bluntly, you're dead meat." ~Dynast 'Dyne' (Chaos Dragon of Fire), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Hey look, it's not like I want to kill people, they just come and, well, I can't deny their death wish, can I?" ~Dynast 'Dyne' (Chaos Dragon of Fire), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Chaos is the Answer, Silence is just the Begining." ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"I belive, though I'm not sure, that you're about to get killed." ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Erm, not my business or anything, but isn't 'ultimate doom', you know, kinda bad?" ~Elesyne 'Less' (Chaos Dragon of Wind), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Sometimes, the Deepest Darkness is all we need, to find the Purest Light within." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"If you ever mention this little incident to anyone, at any given time, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Erm, 'complete devestation' is such a harsh term, I prefer to call it simply 'side effect'." ~Fynalthia 'Fyne' (Chaos Dragon 'Goddess' of Light and Darkness), from 'The Tale of the Seven Wings'~
"Let me take my broken wings and fly away... I just want to see the stars tonight." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Never mind me child, it's just the ramblings of an old woman who has seen the stars shining brighter before." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I might not know much... but really, that was lame." ~Kazandra Midnight (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I knew I should have stayed dead, I just knew it." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Don't worry, why even bothering listening to the chinese old man? After all, is not like he has been here before, or anything..." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I hate to say I told you so... but I bloody told you so." ~Tao Tzu Li (One of the Fateless), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"There’s a place somewhere out there, where the sun won’t blind your eyes and your dreams come true, the key to it, is your will to risk it and start searching." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Given that we are three seconds from damnation, I will have to say I really, really hate you... bastard." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Wow... and here I was thinking you were the lowest part of the evolution scale Prav's." ~Nuru/Ariel (Leviathan of Pestilence), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I hate this world beyond words to describe it, but I hate it more when we do nothing about it." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Wait a second, you mean I actually know something you two dont? Wow! Ahem, let me rejoice in this marvelous revelation!." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"I'm not whinning, I'm just pointing out the fact that no one ever listens to me." ~Joe Spinelly/Abel (Leviathan of Famise), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Oh, very so clever, now not only we will die, we will take the world to damnation with us." ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Were you born stupid, or you just try really hard?." ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Will you fucking stop talking in plural! You and Alexis are one and the same fucking thing... one that's becoming unberably annoying as time goes by!" ~Pravus/Ares (Leviathan of War), from 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"I envy Death, while my work is always ephemerous, hers is forever eternal." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Hi, I'm Iris, Leviathan of Time and Space and Mistress of Paradox, and I'm going to end the world, you may run and scream in panic now." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Wee, I always dreamed about going into hell... I was usually the torturer rather than the victim in those dreams though." ~Iris/Agar (Leviathan of Paradox, Leviathan of Time & Space), from 'The Rise of the Four'~
"Why fight if I know I’ll Die? To ensure You die with me." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair', 'Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"We think it's better to split in teams... Pravus goes with Joey, Nuru goes with Madame Midnight, and I'll go with Alexis." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair', 'Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Some damn me, others claim me, but with no exception, all must face me." ~Skylar K. Stevenson S./Alexis (Leviathan of Death), from 'Teaching Affair','Matter of Perspective', 'The Rise of the Leviathan' and 'Clipped Wings, The Rise of the Four'~
"Judging someone for what we see is easy. Accepting them for what they are, is not." ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Would you just stop wasting my time?" ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Wee, more prejudist cows to deal with, watch me dance with glee." ~Malum Pusillus, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Finding knowlage isn’t easy. Knowing what to do with it is even harder." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"Treat books well, and they'll serve you for long... and the haunted ones will leave you alone." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"I've lost plenty of friends that way." ~Victoria S. Stevenson S./Breeze, from 'Teaching Affair'~
"It’s amazing all we’re captable of doing, just to reach a universally accepted lie." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"You've been watching X-files for far too long." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"Eww, don't even say it... hell don't even think it, I can hear you from here." ~Matt Parker, from 'Ashes'~
"Appearances are made to decive the mind and cloud our judgement." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Bryan, I love you, really, but if you make one more gay referenced comment on myself, I shall castrate you with a pair of chopsticks... and you know I can AND will." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"If I see one more christmass tree, I shall hurt someone... badly." ~Tala Ivanov, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Oops." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Heh, good one, but you know what's really pathetic? The mentally challenged individuals that have to resort to use lame jokes to call attention to their sad, pathetic existance." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"Well Ian, you know what they say about vertically challenged individuals... not that I'm implying you are one of course." ~Maritza Pavlova, from 'Learning to Fly'~
"A name does not make you who you are. If you set yourself to be what others call you, then you truly are a pathetic creature indeed." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Humans are pitiful creatures." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Wistful thinking will take you nowhere, Kirei, it will leave you bitter and alone." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"Yet a dream, a sweet cherished deam will make you stronger, bringing hope into your heart." ~Kagome(Answering to the above quote), from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"I'm not afraid anymore." ~Kagome, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
"You're not alone anymore, I'm here... I'll always be." ~Kagome, from 'Wistful Thoughts, Cherished Dreams'~
From Others:
"For someone so Smart, you’re awfully stupid sometimes." ~Dranzer, from 'The Flight of the Black Dragon', by Maya-chan~
"Because a Dragon with broken wings ceases to fly." ~Kai Hiwatari, from 'The Flight of the Black Dragon', by Maya-chan~
"I'll have you know I hate you, and it's indeed quite personal." ~Riley Taylor, from 'Against All Authority', by Maya-chan~
"Light will always cast a Shadow, but a Shadow by itself is an abomination." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"Truth is prepacked in pieces, and everybody gets one... just not the one they wanted." ~Random thought in 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"I’m tired." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"The ancient samurai wrote war poetry to meditate upon their problems. Monks sit under a freezing waterfall to focus their thoughts. I play Dance Dance Revolution." ~Shoutan Himei, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan"Twoflower" Gagne~
"Simple. I assumed you would commit suicide." ~Magnificent Kamen, from 'Sailor Nothing', by Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"My name is Cobalt and fuck this world. I hope I made it absolutely, totally goddamn clear to you above that I hate these things, this world, my job and everything that comes with it. I already committed suicide once, so that's not a viable escape from this hell of boredom and futility. Do I sound negative to you? Very well; I am negative. Deal with it." ~Dark General Cobalt, from 'Sailor Nothing', Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne~
"And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead." ~Hagakure: Way of the Samurai~
"It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream. It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this." ~Hagakure: Way of the Samurai~
"I didn't have a reason to die... and I would find one good enough to live." ~Gabriel (Aquarius Camus), from 'Unbroken' by Toffee~
"He never saw my face... no one did... Blood wrote it for him." ~Morgana, from 'Unbroken' by Toffee~
"Sky tear touches leaf, green it shines now, soon to fade; like all things...someday."~Scorpio Blood, from 'Unbroken' by Tofee~
"You survived the dark lord only to be brought down by a skinny (but he's not skinny any more) little (and he's not little, not at all) nearsighted (well...) brat (true, but irrelevant). 'Shut up.' Snape shoved himself off the wall and stalked back to his office. Hopeless fool. Now you're arguing with your own body. He adjusted his trousers as he stalked. And losing." ~Severus Snape, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"I'm no expert at this, and I don't know what to do, and I'll probably screw it up, but ... there's a pretty good chance I'm in love with you." ~Harry Potter, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"I'm reasonably comfortable with feeling uncomfortable around you by now." ~Severus Snape, from 'Quid Pro Quo' by Aucta Siniestra~
"Forgive my hesitation, but I'm learning to trust in you." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"The Moon is a big yellow eye remembering what we have lost or have never throught. That's why the Moon looks raw and ghostly in the dark." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"Hell somehow exists in the distance, between what happened and what never happened." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"The same old look in your eyes, it's a beautiful night, so I'm tempted to stay." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"I could say I need you, but then you would realize I want you." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"You'll learn, in time, to be cruel; because it's easier." ~Sesshoumaru, from 'Forgive My Hesitation', by Aspen Snow~
"Understanding is a three-edged sword.There is your side, there side, and the truth."Excerpt fromBabylon 5 "Koshism"
Hope you’re feeling better.
Much. I have a sneaking suspicion that the amount of red hearts and soppy love songs on the radio and television actually moved me to physical sickness. The same thing happened to me on St. Patrick’s day after seeing too much green… and drinking too much Guinness (which would make anyone throw up, regardless of how drunk they were).
Was Serge modelled on Hojo?
Serge is a Frenchificated Hojo, with a bit more sensitivity. Hojo might have been included in this story as one of Kagome’s previous romantic interests, but sadly, he’s currently hiding out in the Alps after a nasty run-in with the Yakuza, going by the name of Henrietta with Bob the Goat as his only companion. Take that as you like. (I don’t know. He might get his own spin-off story for that one…)
Why do people sneeze in anime when people talk about them/Why did Inuyasha sneeze?
It’s an old Japanese belief that when you sneeze, it means someone is probably talking about you (not always in a flattering light). It’s not just limited to Japan though, as China, India and Pakistan have similar myths when it comes to sneezing (where it usually means a loved one is thinking of you).
How long have they been in Paris?
Eighteen months exactly. (The hint was in the chapter title.)
Why is Miroku discouraging Kagome’s romantic relationships?
This’ll be clear in the next chapter…
You seem to like to give Inuyasha very traumatizing pasts…
Emotionally scarred and traumatised people are just SO much sexier than the average!
Where do you buy sea monkeys?
There’s only one place I ever found and bought sea monkeys: on the ferry from France to England. I have no idea what they were doing there, but I suspect they were just plastic boxes of sea water fresh from over the side of the boat that had ‘Sea Monkeys’ scrawled across them. Having bought a set, I can assure people that these things are not monkeys. Nor do they hold any kind of resemblance to the mermaid-esque people pictured on the box. I felt so cheated I eventually flushed them down the toilet. My love is fickle like that.
Did Inuyasha kill Daisuke Hoshi?
No. I’ll probably explain this later on in the story.
How long have you been drawing?
Since last Tuesday.
There’s a lot I don’t understand here…
There’s a lot Kagome doesn’t understand either. Things shall be revealed in all good time…
Is that ice cream thing true?
Yes. Completely. I didn’t make it up at all and it’s true that all chocolate lovers are shallow and vacuous, mint-fiends are left-wing, and all strawberry girls are too cool for this world. There has never been a documented case to say otherwise.
Kanashii no ha semete shimau koto da to…-Being sad is the same as giving up
- Eriol and Tomoyo From ‘The Snowmand and the swallow’
"Going to school. Getting my degree in literature. I'm going to write down all the things that happened to us and no one will ever believe it." -Kagome"You are looking forward to being disbelieved?"- Sesshoumaru"No one believes anything I say anyway. No one believes anything anyone says. I might as well get paid for it."- KagomeYou fear doors,"
"Of course I do. Don't you?"-K"No."-S"You should,".-K"Why should I? A door can do nothing to me."-S"I can't believe that you're so old but you aren't scared of doors yet. Doors have memories, you know. I can't believe you haven't figured that out."-K"Doors are not alive. They know nothing."-S"I didn't say they knew things, I said they remember."-K"And what do doors remember, Kagome?"-S"How to close," she says.-K"Are you afraid that they will close behind you or in front of you?"-S"Does it matter?"-K
§Ñ’ϊη§Ð·ÏŠ-Кσќσѓσ
§Ñ’ÏŠÑ“Ã
§Ñ’зϊќσũ
Of Demons and Angels 2 Backup Inc.
May 11, 2006
Of Demons and Angels
Chapter 2-
Disclaimer: Yes, I don’t own it, Rumiko-sama does. But in my dreams I do!
The first thing I did was check out the training dojo. After all, my grandpa made sure I was able to master at least one form of weapon. And that weapon happened to be the traditional bow and arrow that all mikos used. I, of course was not a miko, but I can’t seem to convince him that.
Anyways, I must be lucky because on one of the weapon racks, rest a dozen or so bows with arrows to the side of all different types and sizes. Knowing my strength, I chose the long bow, making sure to text the string and flexibility of the bow. It seemed in pretty good shape.
I knew that the targets and weapons were for gusts, because it said so on the entrance sign so I was completely relaxed. There was no need to worry about getting into trouble for using somebody else’s equipment. Taking my stance, I pulled back the string and aimed at one of the targets.
One...two...the arrow made a ‘thunk’ sound as it hit the bulls eye. I smiled, proud at how far I’ve come since the day where it barely made it to the target. This time, I went farther away from the target before aiming. Once again there was a ‘thunk’ before I viewed the arrow in the tiny middle circle once again, right beside my first one.
I was just about to move at a different angle and try again, when I heard the crunch of a footstep behind me. Spinning around, I looked to see who it was-
And ended up scowling at a pair of blank hazel eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded him, annoyed at losing my private environment. I was about to call again when he started walking in the other direction, when I realized I didn’t even know his name yet.
"Hey, you!" No reaction. "I said hey, stop! What’s your name?" He paused, and I though that he might just ignore me again, but this time the hazel eyes faced me again with another cold stare. I could be wrong, but I thought they seemed to have a contemplating look to them. As if he couldn’t decide what to do.
Finally, after standing silent for a few minutes, he seemed to have made a decision. "It is Tamada, Shou. And now I’ll be on my way...Kagome-san."
I blinked, wondering how many times a day he could go through mood changes, before settling into another glare. "Good day to you too Tamada-sama!" I put as much sarcasm in my voice that was possible, before aiming my bow once again. And since when did he know my name?
This time the ‘thunk’ was a little more pronounced.
_______________________________
"Kagome-san! Kagome-san!" I turned around to see a slightly flushed Sango running towards me, a grin spread across her face.
"Sango-san," I greeted her with a small grin. "How are you?"
She fell into step beside me before replying. "Oh, not much...Ugh! I got the worst room mate! They should make rules around here that only girls can dorm with girls and such."
I looked at her curiously, thinking the same but not voicing it out loud. "How come?"
Sango growled, and her face flushed even deeper. "Because I’m stuck with this stupid pervert! I mean, even when there’s separate bedrooms he managed to feel me up every time he passes me! And he says he’s religious..." She made a snorting sound, and feel silent.
"Do you...know him from school?"
Sango shook her head. "I told you, this is my first year at the school you’re in, and apparently it is for him and a couple of his friends too."
"Oh, right. I forgot." Then I realized what she said. "He told you that this was his first year here? And his friends? I wouldn’t have thought you would have time to talk to him if you disliked him that much."
I noticed a slight flush cover her face. "Oh, well...he just mentioned it the few times he wasn’t trying to feel me up. But that’s besides the point! I mean-"
"Sango," I smiled, interrupting her barrage. "You like him don’t you?"
"W-what? Like that creep?" Sango stuttered. "You must be crazy!" She acted like the idea was completely ridiculous, but the redness of her face said otherwise. I for a fact knew it wasn’t from anger.
Of Demons and Angels
Chapter 2-
Disclaimer: Yes, I don’t own it, Rumiko-sama does. But in my dreams I do!
The first thing I did was check out the training dojo. After all, my grandpa made sure I was able to master at least one form of weapon. And that weapon happened to be the traditional bow and arrow that all mikos used. I, of course was not a miko, but I can’t seem to convince him that.
Anyways, I must be lucky because on one of the weapon racks, rest a dozen or so bows with arrows to the side of all different types and sizes. Knowing my strength, I chose the long bow, making sure to text the string and flexibility of the bow. It seemed in pretty good shape.
I knew that the targets and weapons were for gusts, because it said so on the entrance sign so I was completely relaxed. There was no need to worry about getting into trouble for using somebody else’s equipment. Taking my stance, I pulled back the string and aimed at one of the targets.
One...two...the arrow made a ‘thunk’ sound as it hit the bulls eye. I smiled, proud at how far I’ve come since the day where it barely made it to the target. This time, I went farther away from the target before aiming. Once again there was a ‘thunk’ before I viewed the arrow in the tiny middle circle once again, right beside my first one.
I was just about to move at a different angle and try again, when I heard the crunch of a footstep behind me. Spinning around, I looked to see who it was-
And ended up scowling at a pair of blank hazel eyes.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded him, annoyed at losing my private environment. I was about to call again when he started walking in the other direction, when I realized I didn’t even know his name yet.
"Hey, you!" No reaction. "I said hey, stop! What’s your name?" He paused, and I though that he might just ignore me again, but this time the hazel eyes faced me again with another cold stare. I could be wrong, but I thought they seemed to have a contemplating look to them. As if he couldn’t decide what to do.
Finally, after standing silent for a few minutes, he seemed to have made a decision. "It is Tamada, Shou. And now I’ll be on my way...Kagome-san."
I blinked, wondering how many times a day he could go through mood changes, before settling into another glare. "Good day to you too Tamada-sama!" I put as much sarcasm in my voice that was possible, before aiming my bow once again. And since when did he know my name?
This time the ‘thunk’ was a little more pronounced.
_______________________________
"Kagome-san! Kagome-san!" I turned around to see a slightly flushed Sango running towards me, a grin spread across her face.
"Sango-san," I greeted her with a small grin. "How are you?"
She fell into step beside me before replying. "Oh, not much...Ugh! I got the worst room mate! They should make rules around here that only girls can dorm with girls and such."
I looked at her curiously, thinking the same but not voicing it out loud. "How come?"
Sango growled, and her face flushed even deeper. "Because I’m stuck with this stupid pervert! I mean, even when there’s separate bedrooms he managed to feel me up every time he passes me! And he says he’s religious..." She made a snorting sound, and feel silent.
"Do you...know him from school?"
Sango shook her head. "I told you, this is my first year at the school you’re in, and apparently it is for him and a couple of his friends too."
"Oh, right. I forgot." Then I realized what she said. "He told you that this was his first year here? And his friends? I wouldn’t have thought you would have time to talk to him if you disliked him that much."
I noticed a slight flush cover her face. "Oh, well...he just mentioned it the few times he wasn’t trying to feel me up. But that’s besides the point! I mean-"
"Sango," I smiled, interrupting her barrage. "You like him don’t you?"
"W-what? Like that creep?" Sango stuttered. "You must be crazy!" She acted like the idea was completely ridiculous, but the redness of her face said otherwise. I for a fact knew it wasn’t from anger.
Of Demons and Angels 1 Backup
May 9,2006
Of Demons and Angels
Chapter 1-Hazel
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the original characters of the series. Darn.
It wasn’t a bad day, really. I was packed and ready to go while the sun was shining. However, I couldn’t help but feel a little home sickness as I looked wistfully back at my family’s shrine. It’s where we lived. A shrine might seem kind of old fashioned, but other than the god forsaken stairs it suited me just fine. I quickly ran my fingers through my dark wavy hair, and put it back into a high ponytail. Another sweep of the area, and I got onto the bus.
You see, I was going off to camp this summer. My mom finally got a job and she wanted me to get out and do something different this year. I protested at first, but there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. With my duffel bag bulging with clothes and other necessities, I sat down and turned on my mp3.
The bustle and chatter of the other passengers died down behind the sound of my music. I didn’t turn it up too loud though, my ears always seemed to be on the sensitive side, picking up the littlest of sounds. I yawned quietly, my lack of sleep the previous night finally showing. My three friends, Yuka, Ayumi, and Eri hadn’t wanted to come with me so I was on my own.
__________________
3 hours later
"Alright everyone, start getting your stuff we’re almost there!" The driver’s voice roused me from my light sleep as I blearily opened my eyes.
I looked outside the window, and to my amazement saw acres of forest, and in the middle was dozens of cabins surrounded by a lake and also a few dojo training halls. Also, if I peered closely I could make out a number of trails going through the forest.
Ten minutes later, I found myself unloading myself off the bus and at the entrance of Ashura Camp. I wondered how my mother could afford to send me to such a place for two months. We weren’t exactly the most stable family when it came to financial terms.
After everyone managed to organize themselves into a group outside of the bus, an employee began to take roll call. I listened as she called the names in case I recognized anyone. I didn’t.
"Higurashi, Kagome!"
I quickly raised my hand. "Here!" Glancing around, I noticed a girl eyeing me curiously. Catching my stare, she came over.
"Hey, do you go to Takamada High?"
I nodded slowly, observing her athletic figure, and long hair. She currently had it pulled back into a high ponytail, while her brown eyes gazed thoughtfully into my blue ones.
She slowly smiled, and put out her hand in a friendly gesture. "So do I! Well, I will be next year anyways, so you’ll probably see me. My name is Taiya, Sango. I recognized your name from the Higurashi shrine. I knew it was in the same area so..."
I quickly shook her hand, smiling in return. "Higurashi, Kagome. It’s nice to meet you. You’ve...been to our shrine before?"
"Oh yes, I went to see the ancient tree. I believe it is called the Goshinboku?"
I grinned at her knowledge of the legend of our tree seen in our front yard. "Yes, it is. They say that once a powerful demon was pinned against that tree under a spell 500 years ago."
Sango seemed to be intrigued at my story. "Really? What kind of demon was it?"
I glanced at her, slightly startled at her question. Out of all the things for people to ask, I had never heard of someone wondering what type of demon it was...I always assumed they were all similar. "I...don’t know. Er, an evil demon?"
Sango frowned, clearly disappointed. "Oh, I see. You aren’t familiar with youkai very much are you?" I looked at her, slightly confused and a little insulted...she had stated it like I should know stuff that. "Well, no. I mean it’s not as if they’re real or anything. I just know that there are stories where the evil youkai destroy this, or kill them. I didn’t realize there were different kinds."
Sango seemed slightly embarrassed. "Oh well, excuse me. I hadn’t realized. I just assumed since you lived at a shrine and such. My family are experts on the youkai race. We study on the weaknesses of the different species, their strengths, special abilities and so on." She flushed again. "Oh but why am I babbling, you probably aren’t interested at all."
I had to admit that I actually was. "So...what do you mean by different types of youkai? Is it like a disease?"
Sango laughed, clearly amused. "Oh no! There is no way a human can become a youkai unless..." She seemed to pause and started again. "Anyways, usually youkai are named by the animal they seem to take after. There are Inu, Kitsune, Neko, Centipede, Panther, Wolf, Spider and so on. There are so many kinds even we can’t keep track of them all! But the rarest you’ll find are ha-"
"Alright everyone, come here and give us your name and we’ll assign you a cabin name. Everyone line up accordingly!" The lady’s voice interrupted Sango’s speech as she raised her hand up to call order. It seemed everyone was accounted for.
Sango smiled apologetically. "I guess that means we’re supposed to stop talking now. I’ll tell you later, alright?"
I grinned, nodding in agreement. I wasn’t aware there was so much more to the legends that I didn’t know. Well, not legends exactly. The characters of the legends. I tried to imagine what an Inu or Kitsune Youkai would look like as I lined up behind a bunch of people.
That’s when someone slammed into me from behind, and I fell forwards, automatically grabbing and crashing into the person in front of me. This is what I got for not paying attention.
"S-sorry!" I bowed in apology to the figure I knew must be glaring at me. But when I looked up, I wasn’t prepared for the cold gaze they gave.
"Get some glasses, girl."
I blinked, confused at first but quickly became angry. How dare he? That’s when I noticed the strange colour of his eyes...they were hazel. Whoever heard of a Japanese person having green eyes? And his hair was really light blonde. I shrugged. Must be a new style.
That’s when I realized I had finally reached the front of the line.
"Name," the lady asked in a bored voice.
"Higurashi, Kagome," I replied promptly, not wanting to try her patience.
She quickly scanned the list and gave me a number and a key, then turning back called ‘next!’
"Number 36..." I mumbled to myself, while searching for my delegated cabin. There were so many of them lined up it wasn’t even funny. I was currently at 54.
About five minutes and a few curses later, I stood in front of a very square, and very brown cabin. Looking at it intently, I found it had 2 windows and probably more than one room. Fitting the key in quickly I quietly opened the door, pleased it made no noise.
Locking the door behind me just in case, I scanned the area, and noticed there were two small rooms. I was going to have a room mate? Noticing the other person hadn’t gotten here yet I quickly chose a room and unloaded my stuff. Two months worth of clothes and everything else made sure my bag was stuffed- and weighed a ton.
After about a half hour of trying to organize everything, (which was very frustrating let me tell you) I was finally satisfied. With a quick nod and grin I hopped towards the front door, eager to explore outside. However, someone beat me to it, as the door opened just as my hand was on the nob. Unprepared for the change of balance, my arms flung wildly in front of me and I landed flat on my face.
Yes that’s right, the dirt got everywhere, and I started coughing and groaning, sitting up with my now brown patched clothes. It figures whoever barged in decided not to catch me.
I scowled angrily. I had just washed this outfit! Didn’t anyone know how to knock these days? That’s when I remembered I had locked the door...hadn’t I? Frowning, my eyes still trying to rub the dirt out of my eyes I tried to recall the moment.
That’s when I realized someone’s shadow was still looming over me, waiting to be acknowledged. I looked up timidly, wondering who would be staying with me. I knew it probably wasn’t Sango considering she would probably be laughing her head off by now. She seemed like the type of person to that.
Cold hazel eyes stared back at me.
I jumped slightly, caught off guard. God, this guy was scary! He stood without making a sound, holding one expensive looking duffel back and a long...case? Who knew what was in there...
"Are you going to sit there all day blocking the entrance, or are you going to get up sometime today?"
I sat dumbfounded for a moment, before finding my senses and managing to give him a half-hearted glare. "I haven’t decided yet." With that, I flounced back up, leaning on the door frame. "What do you want?"
He sneered slightly, obviously thinking that was a stupid question. Well...I guess it couldn’t been at the time. "I happened to be on my way to unpack my things at the moment, but your unwanted presence seems to be in the way. Care to move aside?"
I fumed silently, clenching the door frame, and narrowing my eyes even more. "Yes actually, I do care. This is my-" I stopped suddenly, realizing what he just said. That meant...oh my god he couldn’t be the one I had to put up with for the next two months!
He seemed to know my change in demeanor, as he raised an eyebrow, but still managed to sneer. "Something wrong, girl?"
I turned my attention back to him, finally acknowledging that there was no choice. I would just avoid him as much as possible. "Not a thing." I stepped aside, fully intent on stomping away, when I remembered something else. Turning back to him again, with as neutral a voice I could come up with, I looked at him. "Oh, and by the way-my name is Kagome."
And that was that.
End.
A/N: And that’s it for the first chapter everyone! I know it was really short, but it’s just sort of an introduction so don’t worry, the others will be much longer. ^^ My fanfics aren’t extremely long, but I try to keep them at a normal pace. I find it annoying when they’re either really short where the characters all of the sudden are all over each other, or when it drags on so long you’re falling asleep. So if I do anything like that let me know! This is my first story, so please R & R! I appreciate comments and opinions, but please no flames. Thanks for reading!
Kou-chan
Of Demons and Angels
Chapter 1-Hazel
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the original characters of the series. Darn.
It wasn’t a bad day, really. I was packed and ready to go while the sun was shining. However, I couldn’t help but feel a little home sickness as I looked wistfully back at my family’s shrine. It’s where we lived. A shrine might seem kind of old fashioned, but other than the god forsaken stairs it suited me just fine. I quickly ran my fingers through my dark wavy hair, and put it back into a high ponytail. Another sweep of the area, and I got onto the bus.
You see, I was going off to camp this summer. My mom finally got a job and she wanted me to get out and do something different this year. I protested at first, but there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. With my duffel bag bulging with clothes and other necessities, I sat down and turned on my mp3.
The bustle and chatter of the other passengers died down behind the sound of my music. I didn’t turn it up too loud though, my ears always seemed to be on the sensitive side, picking up the littlest of sounds. I yawned quietly, my lack of sleep the previous night finally showing. My three friends, Yuka, Ayumi, and Eri hadn’t wanted to come with me so I was on my own.
__________________
3 hours later
"Alright everyone, start getting your stuff we’re almost there!" The driver’s voice roused me from my light sleep as I blearily opened my eyes.
I looked outside the window, and to my amazement saw acres of forest, and in the middle was dozens of cabins surrounded by a lake and also a few dojo training halls. Also, if I peered closely I could make out a number of trails going through the forest.
Ten minutes later, I found myself unloading myself off the bus and at the entrance of Ashura Camp. I wondered how my mother could afford to send me to such a place for two months. We weren’t exactly the most stable family when it came to financial terms.
After everyone managed to organize themselves into a group outside of the bus, an employee began to take roll call. I listened as she called the names in case I recognized anyone. I didn’t.
"Higurashi, Kagome!"
I quickly raised my hand. "Here!" Glancing around, I noticed a girl eyeing me curiously. Catching my stare, she came over.
"Hey, do you go to Takamada High?"
I nodded slowly, observing her athletic figure, and long hair. She currently had it pulled back into a high ponytail, while her brown eyes gazed thoughtfully into my blue ones.
She slowly smiled, and put out her hand in a friendly gesture. "So do I! Well, I will be next year anyways, so you’ll probably see me. My name is Taiya, Sango. I recognized your name from the Higurashi shrine. I knew it was in the same area so..."
I quickly shook her hand, smiling in return. "Higurashi, Kagome. It’s nice to meet you. You’ve...been to our shrine before?"
"Oh yes, I went to see the ancient tree. I believe it is called the Goshinboku?"
I grinned at her knowledge of the legend of our tree seen in our front yard. "Yes, it is. They say that once a powerful demon was pinned against that tree under a spell 500 years ago."
Sango seemed to be intrigued at my story. "Really? What kind of demon was it?"
I glanced at her, slightly startled at her question. Out of all the things for people to ask, I had never heard of someone wondering what type of demon it was...I always assumed they were all similar. "I...don’t know. Er, an evil demon?"
Sango frowned, clearly disappointed. "Oh, I see. You aren’t familiar with youkai very much are you?" I looked at her, slightly confused and a little insulted...she had stated it like I should know stuff that. "Well, no. I mean it’s not as if they’re real or anything. I just know that there are stories where the evil youkai destroy this, or kill them. I didn’t realize there were different kinds."
Sango seemed slightly embarrassed. "Oh well, excuse me. I hadn’t realized. I just assumed since you lived at a shrine and such. My family are experts on the youkai race. We study on the weaknesses of the different species, their strengths, special abilities and so on." She flushed again. "Oh but why am I babbling, you probably aren’t interested at all."
I had to admit that I actually was. "So...what do you mean by different types of youkai? Is it like a disease?"
Sango laughed, clearly amused. "Oh no! There is no way a human can become a youkai unless..." She seemed to pause and started again. "Anyways, usually youkai are named by the animal they seem to take after. There are Inu, Kitsune, Neko, Centipede, Panther, Wolf, Spider and so on. There are so many kinds even we can’t keep track of them all! But the rarest you’ll find are ha-"
"Alright everyone, come here and give us your name and we’ll assign you a cabin name. Everyone line up accordingly!" The lady’s voice interrupted Sango’s speech as she raised her hand up to call order. It seemed everyone was accounted for.
Sango smiled apologetically. "I guess that means we’re supposed to stop talking now. I’ll tell you later, alright?"
I grinned, nodding in agreement. I wasn’t aware there was so much more to the legends that I didn’t know. Well, not legends exactly. The characters of the legends. I tried to imagine what an Inu or Kitsune Youkai would look like as I lined up behind a bunch of people.
That’s when someone slammed into me from behind, and I fell forwards, automatically grabbing and crashing into the person in front of me. This is what I got for not paying attention.
"S-sorry!" I bowed in apology to the figure I knew must be glaring at me. But when I looked up, I wasn’t prepared for the cold gaze they gave.
"Get some glasses, girl."
I blinked, confused at first but quickly became angry. How dare he? That’s when I noticed the strange colour of his eyes...they were hazel. Whoever heard of a Japanese person having green eyes? And his hair was really light blonde. I shrugged. Must be a new style.
That’s when I realized I had finally reached the front of the line.
"Name," the lady asked in a bored voice.
"Higurashi, Kagome," I replied promptly, not wanting to try her patience.
She quickly scanned the list and gave me a number and a key, then turning back called ‘next!’
"Number 36..." I mumbled to myself, while searching for my delegated cabin. There were so many of them lined up it wasn’t even funny. I was currently at 54.
About five minutes and a few curses later, I stood in front of a very square, and very brown cabin. Looking at it intently, I found it had 2 windows and probably more than one room. Fitting the key in quickly I quietly opened the door, pleased it made no noise.
Locking the door behind me just in case, I scanned the area, and noticed there were two small rooms. I was going to have a room mate? Noticing the other person hadn’t gotten here yet I quickly chose a room and unloaded my stuff. Two months worth of clothes and everything else made sure my bag was stuffed- and weighed a ton.
After about a half hour of trying to organize everything, (which was very frustrating let me tell you) I was finally satisfied. With a quick nod and grin I hopped towards the front door, eager to explore outside. However, someone beat me to it, as the door opened just as my hand was on the nob. Unprepared for the change of balance, my arms flung wildly in front of me and I landed flat on my face.
Yes that’s right, the dirt got everywhere, and I started coughing and groaning, sitting up with my now brown patched clothes. It figures whoever barged in decided not to catch me.
I scowled angrily. I had just washed this outfit! Didn’t anyone know how to knock these days? That’s when I remembered I had locked the door...hadn’t I? Frowning, my eyes still trying to rub the dirt out of my eyes I tried to recall the moment.
That’s when I realized someone’s shadow was still looming over me, waiting to be acknowledged. I looked up timidly, wondering who would be staying with me. I knew it probably wasn’t Sango considering she would probably be laughing her head off by now. She seemed like the type of person to that.
Cold hazel eyes stared back at me.
I jumped slightly, caught off guard. God, this guy was scary! He stood without making a sound, holding one expensive looking duffel back and a long...case? Who knew what was in there...
"Are you going to sit there all day blocking the entrance, or are you going to get up sometime today?"
I sat dumbfounded for a moment, before finding my senses and managing to give him a half-hearted glare. "I haven’t decided yet." With that, I flounced back up, leaning on the door frame. "What do you want?"
He sneered slightly, obviously thinking that was a stupid question. Well...I guess it couldn’t been at the time. "I happened to be on my way to unpack my things at the moment, but your unwanted presence seems to be in the way. Care to move aside?"
I fumed silently, clenching the door frame, and narrowing my eyes even more. "Yes actually, I do care. This is my-" I stopped suddenly, realizing what he just said. That meant...oh my god he couldn’t be the one I had to put up with for the next two months!
He seemed to know my change in demeanor, as he raised an eyebrow, but still managed to sneer. "Something wrong, girl?"
I turned my attention back to him, finally acknowledging that there was no choice. I would just avoid him as much as possible. "Not a thing." I stepped aside, fully intent on stomping away, when I remembered something else. Turning back to him again, with as neutral a voice I could come up with, I looked at him. "Oh, and by the way-my name is Kagome."
And that was that.
End.
A/N: And that’s it for the first chapter everyone! I know it was really short, but it’s just sort of an introduction so don’t worry, the others will be much longer. ^^ My fanfics aren’t extremely long, but I try to keep them at a normal pace. I find it annoying when they’re either really short where the characters all of the sudden are all over each other, or when it drags on so long you’re falling asleep. So if I do anything like that let me know! This is my first story, so please R & R! I appreciate comments and opinions, but please no flames. Thanks for reading!
Kou-chan
Looking at the world through broken tears- Lolo
Lil Lolo - Looking at the world through broken tears, fighting the pain of what they reveal says:
Looking at the world through broken tears
Fighting the pain of what they reveal
Keeping the distance between my fears
Afraid of what they will deal
Looking at the face of a friend
Praying that their life won't end
Saying goodbye when they're saying hello
Not walking away without a last word
Telling the story of what will be
Remembering a relationship that's dead
Lil Lolo - Looking at the world through broken tears, fighting the pain of what they reveal says:
Thinking of a star in their brightest light
Hold it all close to your heart
Looking at the world through broken tears
Fighting the pain of what they reveal
Keeping the distance between my fears
Afraid of what they will deal
Looking at the face of a friend
Praying that their life won't end
Saying goodbye when they're saying hello
Not walking away without a last word
Telling the story of what will be
Remembering a relationship that's dead
Lil Lolo - Looking at the world through broken tears, fighting the pain of what they reveal says:
Thinking of a star in their brightest light
Hold it all close to your heart
OId Journal Entries 2 Backup
March 16, 2006
Cheryl Fong
Laura moved out the Friday before spring break....it’s almost been a week since I’ve seen her. I wish she hadn’t left. Things seem different now more than ever, even before they all moved in when our parents got married. I’m probably going to go to the mall tomorrow with Vanessa and get a Birthday present for Laura, and maybe Vanessa. I haven’t decided yet. Jenny’s birthday is coming up too. I’m going to get her a new spike thing for her ear. I hope I have enough money. I’ll get some from doing the little bit of paper work my dad gave me so I should have enough for everyone if I don’t waste it on food like I usually do. Still haven’t gotten out of that habit...what a sinner I am. I doubt if I’ll ever become a Christian. Even crying for help in the bathtub when I had gotten into trouble didn’t help out in the end. Spring break is almost over. I should do my homework. I think all I have is math anyways. I haven’t been able to get together with Thuy Vi yet. I think we’re drifting apart. I hope we can strengthen our friendship soon. I don’t want to lose someone else. As for me, I opened up a new neopets account...Gaia was starting to get old. I need to get a different activity to spend time on. Something that feels accomplishing that you don’t get addicted to in a bad way. I want to go ice skating again with Teresa, Laura, and Jordan again. That was fun. I wish we could go every Friday until we found something else to do. I’m glad we got those pictures. Internet’s on in ten minutes. I know I’m going to go on, even though it’s probably not good for me. I have an eye appointment this Tuesday. They say I might need glasses. I don’t want glasses, and I told them if anything I would prefer contacts, but Marlene said not until I can prove I can take proper care of my glasses first. That’ll probably take a year. Glasses don’t suit me. It’s hard to find a pair that look good on me. And I’m not good at keeping things in good shape. They’ll probably get scratched and bent in time. My Mp3 is already cracked from Teresa and Thuy Vi dropping it at school when they were fighting over it. I was really upset. I just got it on Christmas. My dad was mad when he found out too. I don’t believe it’s my fault unless by some chance it cracked when it was in my bag, but I find that unlikely. Oh well, what’s done is done. I need to get my life together and work harder at school. Guess what? For the first time in my life I’m failing Math. My once excelling subject. I hope our parents don’t find out. I’m counting on my handing in all my missing homework to bring my grade up before report cards come out. We already got our interims, and for some reason my dad didn’t notice or didn’t comment on the ‘rarely or never does homework’ under the Math section. That was a relief. For the time being I’m hanging in there. What else is there to say? When I visit Michelle and Daniel last time, Daniel talked about my mom a little and how he remembered what happened while I still hadn’t found out she was dead. He went over it in detail. I couldn’t help but cry. I even feel like crying now. Will I ever get over her death? I thought I had the year it happened, but the thought of her can still make me sad. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember her very well now, or maybe it’s because I think life would be better now if she would still be here and married to my dad. But then I think, what about Marlene and everyone? We might never have met them if my mom hadn’t died. I’m glad I met them contrary to what some people might think. I can’t even remember my mom’s voice anymore, and even her face is starting to fade besides the pictures I see of her. I can’t remember that much except the times she was sick. Is that bad of me to forget her? I was only 7 and 8 afer all. Right, back to Michelle and Daniel. Daniel says the reason they haven’t been visiting a lot is because Michelle feels left out. I tried to invite them over Monday night but they couldn’t make it. I miss them sometimes too. Goodbye Diary.
Cheryl Fong
Laura moved out the Friday before spring break....it’s almost been a week since I’ve seen her. I wish she hadn’t left. Things seem different now more than ever, even before they all moved in when our parents got married. I’m probably going to go to the mall tomorrow with Vanessa and get a Birthday present for Laura, and maybe Vanessa. I haven’t decided yet. Jenny’s birthday is coming up too. I’m going to get her a new spike thing for her ear. I hope I have enough money. I’ll get some from doing the little bit of paper work my dad gave me so I should have enough for everyone if I don’t waste it on food like I usually do. Still haven’t gotten out of that habit...what a sinner I am. I doubt if I’ll ever become a Christian. Even crying for help in the bathtub when I had gotten into trouble didn’t help out in the end. Spring break is almost over. I should do my homework. I think all I have is math anyways. I haven’t been able to get together with Thuy Vi yet. I think we’re drifting apart. I hope we can strengthen our friendship soon. I don’t want to lose someone else. As for me, I opened up a new neopets account...Gaia was starting to get old. I need to get a different activity to spend time on. Something that feels accomplishing that you don’t get addicted to in a bad way. I want to go ice skating again with Teresa, Laura, and Jordan again. That was fun. I wish we could go every Friday until we found something else to do. I’m glad we got those pictures. Internet’s on in ten minutes. I know I’m going to go on, even though it’s probably not good for me. I have an eye appointment this Tuesday. They say I might need glasses. I don’t want glasses, and I told them if anything I would prefer contacts, but Marlene said not until I can prove I can take proper care of my glasses first. That’ll probably take a year. Glasses don’t suit me. It’s hard to find a pair that look good on me. And I’m not good at keeping things in good shape. They’ll probably get scratched and bent in time. My Mp3 is already cracked from Teresa and Thuy Vi dropping it at school when they were fighting over it. I was really upset. I just got it on Christmas. My dad was mad when he found out too. I don’t believe it’s my fault unless by some chance it cracked when it was in my bag, but I find that unlikely. Oh well, what’s done is done. I need to get my life together and work harder at school. Guess what? For the first time in my life I’m failing Math. My once excelling subject. I hope our parents don’t find out. I’m counting on my handing in all my missing homework to bring my grade up before report cards come out. We already got our interims, and for some reason my dad didn’t notice or didn’t comment on the ‘rarely or never does homework’ under the Math section. That was a relief. For the time being I’m hanging in there. What else is there to say? When I visit Michelle and Daniel last time, Daniel talked about my mom a little and how he remembered what happened while I still hadn’t found out she was dead. He went over it in detail. I couldn’t help but cry. I even feel like crying now. Will I ever get over her death? I thought I had the year it happened, but the thought of her can still make me sad. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember her very well now, or maybe it’s because I think life would be better now if she would still be here and married to my dad. But then I think, what about Marlene and everyone? We might never have met them if my mom hadn’t died. I’m glad I met them contrary to what some people might think. I can’t even remember my mom’s voice anymore, and even her face is starting to fade besides the pictures I see of her. I can’t remember that much except the times she was sick. Is that bad of me to forget her? I was only 7 and 8 afer all. Right, back to Michelle and Daniel. Daniel says the reason they haven’t been visiting a lot is because Michelle feels left out. I tried to invite them over Monday night but they couldn’t make it. I miss them sometimes too. Goodbye Diary.
OId Journal Entries Backup Inc.
Dear Pinky(Jan.10, 2006
Well, I don’t know why I’m writing in you right now. It’s almost time to go to school, because today we’re catching the bus. It’s been raining non stop. DJ gave us a ride yesterday. I am so screwed for homework. Haven’t started putting the stuff on the poster for my french project which was due like weeks ago. And I don’t do much science homework either. I really need to work on my self discipline. Anyway, I think my dad and Marlene were having a huge serious talk with Laura yesterday. I guess they found out that she was considering moving to her dads. All I heard was ‘It may be the best thing for you, or it may be the worst thing for you.’ That was my dad. I wish they would’ve let her play WoW. Thuy Vi wants me to download Maple Story, but Marlene wants to see it first. It’s so retarted. I mean, it’s not like we’re gonna get possessed from playing games maybe an hour a day. It’s not that violent. Well, I think it’s time to go now so I’ll write more later. I put a password on all even slightly private files so nobody can read them.Ha!
ShiraLi
Dear Pinky(Jan. 26, 2006)
We’re getting a ride today, even though it’s not even raining. I asked dad if I could participate in the Sun Run,
Well, I don’t know why I’m writing in you right now. It’s almost time to go to school, because today we’re catching the bus. It’s been raining non stop. DJ gave us a ride yesterday. I am so screwed for homework. Haven’t started putting the stuff on the poster for my french project which was due like weeks ago. And I don’t do much science homework either. I really need to work on my self discipline. Anyway, I think my dad and Marlene were having a huge serious talk with Laura yesterday. I guess they found out that she was considering moving to her dads. All I heard was ‘It may be the best thing for you, or it may be the worst thing for you.’ That was my dad. I wish they would’ve let her play WoW. Thuy Vi wants me to download Maple Story, but Marlene wants to see it first. It’s so retarted. I mean, it’s not like we’re gonna get possessed from playing games maybe an hour a day. It’s not that violent. Well, I think it’s time to go now so I’ll write more later. I put a password on all even slightly private files so nobody can read them.Ha!
ShiraLi
Dear Pinky(Jan. 26, 2006)
We’re getting a ride today, even though it’s not even raining. I asked dad if I could participate in the Sun Run,
Summer Opportunites 2 Backup Inc.
A/N: Well, here it is. Got my lazy butt in gear and made a second chapter. A retarted one at that, but hopefully once I start writing again, the rust’ll wear off. No flaming here please.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Inuyasha. I mean, no, I don’t. But I wish I did. Really.
Chapter 2
"Who the hell are you" Those words were the first impression Kagome got from Kagura. That is after, she barged through the door and gave her a nasty look. But she was moving ahead of herself...
"Excuse me?" Kagome tried not to return the look as she turned around to face a young woman with the most revealing clothes she had seen. Even if it was summer, she would have never worn something so skimpy. But it was obvious with the excessive makeup that this girl dressed up in such a manner all the time.
"I said, who the hell are you? This is my cabin, so get out!" Her unnatural bright red lips turned into a scowl as she jabbed a painted fingernail towards the open door.
Kagome took a deep breath, before speaking in the most level voice she could muster. "I’m sorry, but this cabin was assigned to me as well, so before jumping to conclusions I think its safe to say that were sharing it. That’s why there’s too beds."
The other girl blinked, before slowly lowering her hand. "Sharing? They never said anything about having to share your cabin, especially not with goody-two shoe girls like you. I mean, if it was some hottie I wouldn’t mind, but this-."
"I don’t believe girls and guys are allowed to share, due to the fact they don’t trust that some people would take advantage of the situation. You’re probably a perfect example of someone who would do something like that." Now Kagome didn’t care about controlling her temper. It was about time someone taught this girl a lesson. She was almost worse than the first guy she ran into!
The other girl’s face went from white to red in less than a second, before it looked like she was about to explode. Which she did right afterwards.
"Don’t say things you know nothing about, slut! I’m going to the office right now, and I’m going to get them to transfer you out of this cabin, you hear?"
Kagome just rolled her eyes. As if they would go through with such an idiotic request. "Whatever. I don’t socialize with hoars. Not that I know anything about it." And with that she dumped her things on the clear bed, and walked out, making sure to slam the door.
Disclaimer: Yes, I own Inuyasha. I mean, no, I don’t. But I wish I did. Really.
Chapter 2
"Who the hell are you" Those words were the first impression Kagome got from Kagura. That is after, she barged through the door and gave her a nasty look. But she was moving ahead of herself...
"Excuse me?" Kagome tried not to return the look as she turned around to face a young woman with the most revealing clothes she had seen. Even if it was summer, she would have never worn something so skimpy. But it was obvious with the excessive makeup that this girl dressed up in such a manner all the time.
"I said, who the hell are you? This is my cabin, so get out!" Her unnatural bright red lips turned into a scowl as she jabbed a painted fingernail towards the open door.
Kagome took a deep breath, before speaking in the most level voice she could muster. "I’m sorry, but this cabin was assigned to me as well, so before jumping to conclusions I think its safe to say that were sharing it. That’s why there’s too beds."
The other girl blinked, before slowly lowering her hand. "Sharing? They never said anything about having to share your cabin, especially not with goody-two shoe girls like you. I mean, if it was some hottie I wouldn’t mind, but this-."
"I don’t believe girls and guys are allowed to share, due to the fact they don’t trust that some people would take advantage of the situation. You’re probably a perfect example of someone who would do something like that." Now Kagome didn’t care about controlling her temper. It was about time someone taught this girl a lesson. She was almost worse than the first guy she ran into!
The other girl’s face went from white to red in less than a second, before it looked like she was about to explode. Which she did right afterwards.
"Don’t say things you know nothing about, slut! I’m going to the office right now, and I’m going to get them to transfer you out of this cabin, you hear?"
Kagome just rolled her eyes. As if they would go through with such an idiotic request. "Whatever. I don’t socialize with hoars. Not that I know anything about it." And with that she dumped her things on the clear bed, and walked out, making sure to slam the door.
What had happened to that sweet personality her mom had been trying to get her to adapt?
Summer Opportunites 1 Backup
AN: Well, here it is. My very first fanfic that I will start and vow to finish. Hopefully. If I don’t I give you permission to smack me, flame me, etc. I really do want to end something I start for once. Anyways, this is my first full piece so please bear with me for corny, fast, or pointless scenes. I’ll have to work my mood up to this. Sometimes my brain is a total blank and a stare at the screen for hours. Knowing my likeness for variety, I like all sorts of OOC parings, like Kag /Sessh, Rin /Sessh, etc. But of course my favourite pairing of all time is currently Sesshoumaru and Kagome. I just can’t help but put the icy lord and the optimistic miko together. Of course, I prefer present time settings as I’m not confident writing about the feudal era quite yet. My knowledge is decidedly lacking in that area. Forgive me for any mistakes or things that don’t make sense. (Example, having a Halloween chapter after a Christmas chapter.) I’ll stop rambling now and get on with it. Please R & R!
Sincerely,
Che-chan
Disclaimer: I hereby announce that I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters. (Unfortunately)
Chapter 1
She never wanted to come to this camp. She really, really didn’t want to come here at all. But of course, seeing how fate hated her, Kagome ended up being forced to go anyways.
The 18 year old graduate had just gotten over the whole ‘finishing high school’ thing, and was waiting for letters back from the colleges she had applied for, and then boom! Her mom dropped the bomb. Not literally speaking of course. But it might as well have been, considering Kagome’s reaction was just as explosive.
"What do you mean, I’m going to a summer camp? I thought I made it perfectly clear that I wanted to stay home during my last summer at home. What about my plans? My friends! How come you never even mentioned anything about this before?" Kagome took a deep breath and was about to continue ranting, when her mother wisely interrupted.
"Come now, Kagome dear. I thought you would’ve loved to experience something like this. You’ve never been to a camp or anything before on your own for more than a few days time. It’ll be good for you to get away from home during the summer. That way you’ll be broken in by the time you decide on a college and pack up. It won’t be a short term thing honey. I just thought some practice of being away from family and friends would do you good so this whole moving away thing wouldn’t be quite a shock. Please understand, Kagome!"
"Oh, I understand perfectly fine, mom. That’s why I’m refusing. No! I will not be shipped off to some strange camp on a cramped bus full with other people that I don’t know! I wanted to spend the whole summer with my friends before I go away. I won’t be able to see them for at least a few months once school starts again!"
Her mother was the one who took a deep breath this time. It seemed her stubborn daughter was trying her patience. "Listen, Kagome. Whether you like it or not, you are going to this camp. You have no choice in the matter. As a parent I know what’s best. That’s final!"
Kagome sucked in a breath sharply as her mothers words came to her. "That’s not fair!"
Mrs. Higurashi just sighed wearily before walking out of the kitchen. "Life’s not always fair, honey. You might as well get used to it."
And that’s how she had ended up on a crowded bus, hot enough to be an oven. The noise had reached a level so high that Kagome had long given up trying to prevent herself from getting a headache. High-spirited teens chatted loudly to their seating partners as they awaited their destination. It seemed the only person who didn’t want to be there was Kagome herself.
She had pretty much narrowed down the conversations to three general categories for the females. On the girl’s point of view, it was "Oh did you see how hot that guy we passed earlier was? He was so tanned! And his..." Or there was "And then she was like....and I was like oh my god! And then he was like..." Then finally, "Have you seen that new film out? It was like, so lame! I know! I swear, I was so close to walking out...You too? I know...oh my god..."
And so on. Kagome’s life had been degraded to listening to teenage gossip. Gag. She wouldn’t even make the trip there if things kept up like this.
"Hello, there!"
Kagome practically jumped out of her seat, as a voice suddenly spoke up right behind her. She quickly regained her neutral but pleasant composure and turned around to face the cheerful speaker...
...To see a pretty girl about her age with big brown eyes long brown hair done up in a low ponytail. Her grin almost covered her entire face and made her large eyes seem even larger as they sparkled with undisguised mirth. "I’m Hitomi, Sango. It’s nice to meet you."
"Um...Higurashi, Kagome," she hesitantly replied as the girl eagerly shook her hand.
Sango seemed to laugh at her bewilderment. I’m sorry if I seem so forward, but I’ve always been known to be over friendly and introduce myself to random people. I hope I didn’t scare you too much. It seemed her smile could get even wider.
Kagome shook her head quickly, and managed a timid smile. "Oh no, it’s alright. I was just caught off guard, that’s all. It’s really easy to go off into your own world around here."
The girl nodded enthusiastically, before bouncing out of her seat and sliding beside Kagome. "Yeah, I catch myself daydreaming all the time. So, are you excited?"
The sudden change of subject made Kagome struggle for a response before simply questioning, "excited?"
"For going to the summer camp of course!" Sango exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This is supposed to be the best on around Tokyo! They have the largest dojo ever, and a lot of stables where the riding horses are. I heard they even hold competitions!"
The last statement piqued Kagome’s interest. "Competitions? And a dojo?" It was certainly more than she had expected. Her basic view of a summer camp was long hikes, childish games, campfires with marshmallows, and cold baths in the lake. Apparently they had upped the system since then.
"Yes, of course! Almost all the camps have dojos now, even though most of them are small. But this is one of the few camps that actually have annual competitions! There’s some for everything. Sparring, Boxing, archery-"
"Archery?" Kagome squeaked, excitement leaking through her voice for the first time in 5 days.
Sango laughed at the girls constant mood swings. "Yes silly, they have archery as well. Almost any sport you can think of. What did you think it would be like? The stone age?"
The girl blushed in reply and mumbled an excuse before turning to look out the window.
"Well I can see this is going to be an interesting summer."
Kagome turned an indignant look at Sango’s comment, but the girl merely laughed again. "Come on Kagome- san, cheer up! We’re almost there now, and I can show you around. This is my third year at Camp Taisho."
And that’s when the trouble really began.
Fifteen minutes later, an ecstatic Sango dragged a resistant Kagome through the mobs of people to the end of the quickly forming line. It seems you had to go through a whole registration process, identify yourself, and get your cabins assigned.
"Don’t worry, the first day is always a little slow with getting organized, but I’ll make sure to give you a tour so you’re not completely lost. I was always confused where everything was my first year. The Taisho company bought quite a chunk of land to run this camp on. I heard they’re one of the most successful businesses in Japan right now. Imagine what you could do with all that money!"
Kagome could barely keep up with Sango’s constant chatter, and merely nodded her head once in awhile to show she was listening. It seemed the line was barely moving.
"Um...Sango-san?" Kagome inquired as they were almost to the front of the line. "Where are we supposed to go after this?"
"To find your cabins of course! That way you’ll get acquainted with your cabin mate, and unpack so you can explore and remember your way around a little bit before tomorrow when all the activities start."
"Right. Wait, cabin mate? We’re sharing rooms?" Kagome shivered at the thought of sharing her living space with a total stranger. Worse, a strange guy.
Sango seemed ignorant to her inner turmoil, and laughed again. "They don’t have enough cabins to let everyone have their own, you know. People have to share these days Kagome- san. Don’t worry, they’ll only put girls with girls, and boys with boys. That way no incidents occur."
Kagome swallowed thickly and stared at the ground the remaining wait. She must wanted to disappear and go back home where she felt safe. What would happen if she couldn’t handle a couple months, let alone a few years on her own when she went off to college? Maybe her mom was right.
So engrossed in her thoughts, the anxious girl failed to look where she was shuffling forward, and found herself knocking into someone beside her, and fell painfully on her backside with a startled yelp.
Immediately worried that the person she had run into might have fallen as well, Kagome quickly apologized. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going."
"That part is evidently clear. Perhaps you should invest in a pair of glasses," a deep mocking voice spoke above her.
Currently rubbing her bruised tail bone, Kagome’s head snapped up at the rude comment to face a pair of cold amber eyes. "Well excuse me for not paying attention to you enough! Perhaps I should be more careful the next time I bump into you, and knock you to the ground instead!"
As the masculine figure tilted his head, she was able to get a better view of his face when the sun angled differently. She could’ve almost cried out again in shock. This was no ordinary guy! He was the most gorgeous person she had ever seen! Not that Kagome was one to ogle the opposite gender for too long.
"Your lack of manners is grating on my nerves girl. Please desist your attempts to regain your measly pride and close your mouth before something falls into it."
Kagome’s mouth automatically snapped shut as she inwardly fumed. Standing as gracefully as she could, she wiped off the dust on her clothes, and glared at the offending figure before her. "Why don’t you just head off the way you were going before this happened and we’ll both be happy. I don’t take to kindly to qualified jerks like you."
The young man’s eyes narrowed significantly at her bold remark, and he seemed to grow a little more intimidating. "Watch what comes out of your mouth, before it gets you into trouble. You may find that not everyone will take it so kindly." With that, he stalked gracefully off, leaving a gaping Kagome in his wake.
"That asshole!" Kagome growled furiously. Before she could open her mouth to yell an insult after him however, there was a tap on her shoulder.
"You really do have quite a temper there, Kagome- san. But if I were you, I would watch my attitude around guys like him. You could end up seriously hurt one day if you piss someone off too much."
"Excuse me girls, but you’re holding the line up," a stern voice broke through the haze Kagome’s mind had entered, and she quickly became flustered.
"Ah, I’m sorry Ma’am. I’m Higurashi, Kagome." With that matter done, she handed the lady two pieced of ID and received a key along with a cabin number and schedule.
A quick thank you, and a short walk later Kagome found herself in front of a small building, that could’ve almost passed for a regular storage shed. I’m supposed to live in that tiny thing for two months?
After fitting the key and stepping inside, Kagome knew right away which bed she was going to take. That could be because the other one was almost completely covered in suitcases, boxes, and other things which she didn’t care to observe further. It seemed her ‘cabin mate’ had already made herself at home.
"Oh well," Kagome mumbled to herself. It’s not like the situation could get much worse.
And that’s when she met Kagura.
Che-chan
A/N: Yes, I know it’s short. Only four pages. It’ll be longer next time, I promise. If it isn’t I give you permission to bite me. Anyways, a short sweet introduction just to give you a glimpse to the direction in which the story may go. If you don’t like Sessh/Kag or Inu/Kik pairings I suggest you not to read this. Until next time everyone! My updates are very slow, so I’ll warn you now. Check back in a couple weeks. XD
Sincerely,
Che-chan
Disclaimer: I hereby announce that I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters. (Unfortunately)
Chapter 1
She never wanted to come to this camp. She really, really didn’t want to come here at all. But of course, seeing how fate hated her, Kagome ended up being forced to go anyways.
The 18 year old graduate had just gotten over the whole ‘finishing high school’ thing, and was waiting for letters back from the colleges she had applied for, and then boom! Her mom dropped the bomb. Not literally speaking of course. But it might as well have been, considering Kagome’s reaction was just as explosive.
"What do you mean, I’m going to a summer camp? I thought I made it perfectly clear that I wanted to stay home during my last summer at home. What about my plans? My friends! How come you never even mentioned anything about this before?" Kagome took a deep breath and was about to continue ranting, when her mother wisely interrupted.
"Come now, Kagome dear. I thought you would’ve loved to experience something like this. You’ve never been to a camp or anything before on your own for more than a few days time. It’ll be good for you to get away from home during the summer. That way you’ll be broken in by the time you decide on a college and pack up. It won’t be a short term thing honey. I just thought some practice of being away from family and friends would do you good so this whole moving away thing wouldn’t be quite a shock. Please understand, Kagome!"
"Oh, I understand perfectly fine, mom. That’s why I’m refusing. No! I will not be shipped off to some strange camp on a cramped bus full with other people that I don’t know! I wanted to spend the whole summer with my friends before I go away. I won’t be able to see them for at least a few months once school starts again!"
Her mother was the one who took a deep breath this time. It seemed her stubborn daughter was trying her patience. "Listen, Kagome. Whether you like it or not, you are going to this camp. You have no choice in the matter. As a parent I know what’s best. That’s final!"
Kagome sucked in a breath sharply as her mothers words came to her. "That’s not fair!"
Mrs. Higurashi just sighed wearily before walking out of the kitchen. "Life’s not always fair, honey. You might as well get used to it."
And that’s how she had ended up on a crowded bus, hot enough to be an oven. The noise had reached a level so high that Kagome had long given up trying to prevent herself from getting a headache. High-spirited teens chatted loudly to their seating partners as they awaited their destination. It seemed the only person who didn’t want to be there was Kagome herself.
She had pretty much narrowed down the conversations to three general categories for the females. On the girl’s point of view, it was "Oh did you see how hot that guy we passed earlier was? He was so tanned! And his..." Or there was "And then she was like....and I was like oh my god! And then he was like..." Then finally, "Have you seen that new film out? It was like, so lame! I know! I swear, I was so close to walking out...You too? I know...oh my god..."
And so on. Kagome’s life had been degraded to listening to teenage gossip. Gag. She wouldn’t even make the trip there if things kept up like this.
"Hello, there!"
Kagome practically jumped out of her seat, as a voice suddenly spoke up right behind her. She quickly regained her neutral but pleasant composure and turned around to face the cheerful speaker...
...To see a pretty girl about her age with big brown eyes long brown hair done up in a low ponytail. Her grin almost covered her entire face and made her large eyes seem even larger as they sparkled with undisguised mirth. "I’m Hitomi, Sango. It’s nice to meet you."
"Um...Higurashi, Kagome," she hesitantly replied as the girl eagerly shook her hand.
Sango seemed to laugh at her bewilderment. I’m sorry if I seem so forward, but I’ve always been known to be over friendly and introduce myself to random people. I hope I didn’t scare you too much. It seemed her smile could get even wider.
Kagome shook her head quickly, and managed a timid smile. "Oh no, it’s alright. I was just caught off guard, that’s all. It’s really easy to go off into your own world around here."
The girl nodded enthusiastically, before bouncing out of her seat and sliding beside Kagome. "Yeah, I catch myself daydreaming all the time. So, are you excited?"
The sudden change of subject made Kagome struggle for a response before simply questioning, "excited?"
"For going to the summer camp of course!" Sango exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This is supposed to be the best on around Tokyo! They have the largest dojo ever, and a lot of stables where the riding horses are. I heard they even hold competitions!"
The last statement piqued Kagome’s interest. "Competitions? And a dojo?" It was certainly more than she had expected. Her basic view of a summer camp was long hikes, childish games, campfires with marshmallows, and cold baths in the lake. Apparently they had upped the system since then.
"Yes, of course! Almost all the camps have dojos now, even though most of them are small. But this is one of the few camps that actually have annual competitions! There’s some for everything. Sparring, Boxing, archery-"
"Archery?" Kagome squeaked, excitement leaking through her voice for the first time in 5 days.
Sango laughed at the girls constant mood swings. "Yes silly, they have archery as well. Almost any sport you can think of. What did you think it would be like? The stone age?"
The girl blushed in reply and mumbled an excuse before turning to look out the window.
"Well I can see this is going to be an interesting summer."
Kagome turned an indignant look at Sango’s comment, but the girl merely laughed again. "Come on Kagome- san, cheer up! We’re almost there now, and I can show you around. This is my third year at Camp Taisho."
And that’s when the trouble really began.
Fifteen minutes later, an ecstatic Sango dragged a resistant Kagome through the mobs of people to the end of the quickly forming line. It seems you had to go through a whole registration process, identify yourself, and get your cabins assigned.
"Don’t worry, the first day is always a little slow with getting organized, but I’ll make sure to give you a tour so you’re not completely lost. I was always confused where everything was my first year. The Taisho company bought quite a chunk of land to run this camp on. I heard they’re one of the most successful businesses in Japan right now. Imagine what you could do with all that money!"
Kagome could barely keep up with Sango’s constant chatter, and merely nodded her head once in awhile to show she was listening. It seemed the line was barely moving.
"Um...Sango-san?" Kagome inquired as they were almost to the front of the line. "Where are we supposed to go after this?"
"To find your cabins of course! That way you’ll get acquainted with your cabin mate, and unpack so you can explore and remember your way around a little bit before tomorrow when all the activities start."
"Right. Wait, cabin mate? We’re sharing rooms?" Kagome shivered at the thought of sharing her living space with a total stranger. Worse, a strange guy.
Sango seemed ignorant to her inner turmoil, and laughed again. "They don’t have enough cabins to let everyone have their own, you know. People have to share these days Kagome- san. Don’t worry, they’ll only put girls with girls, and boys with boys. That way no incidents occur."
Kagome swallowed thickly and stared at the ground the remaining wait. She must wanted to disappear and go back home where she felt safe. What would happen if she couldn’t handle a couple months, let alone a few years on her own when she went off to college? Maybe her mom was right.
So engrossed in her thoughts, the anxious girl failed to look where she was shuffling forward, and found herself knocking into someone beside her, and fell painfully on her backside with a startled yelp.
Immediately worried that the person she had run into might have fallen as well, Kagome quickly apologized. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going."
"That part is evidently clear. Perhaps you should invest in a pair of glasses," a deep mocking voice spoke above her.
Currently rubbing her bruised tail bone, Kagome’s head snapped up at the rude comment to face a pair of cold amber eyes. "Well excuse me for not paying attention to you enough! Perhaps I should be more careful the next time I bump into you, and knock you to the ground instead!"
As the masculine figure tilted his head, she was able to get a better view of his face when the sun angled differently. She could’ve almost cried out again in shock. This was no ordinary guy! He was the most gorgeous person she had ever seen! Not that Kagome was one to ogle the opposite gender for too long.
"Your lack of manners is grating on my nerves girl. Please desist your attempts to regain your measly pride and close your mouth before something falls into it."
Kagome’s mouth automatically snapped shut as she inwardly fumed. Standing as gracefully as she could, she wiped off the dust on her clothes, and glared at the offending figure before her. "Why don’t you just head off the way you were going before this happened and we’ll both be happy. I don’t take to kindly to qualified jerks like you."
The young man’s eyes narrowed significantly at her bold remark, and he seemed to grow a little more intimidating. "Watch what comes out of your mouth, before it gets you into trouble. You may find that not everyone will take it so kindly." With that, he stalked gracefully off, leaving a gaping Kagome in his wake.
"That asshole!" Kagome growled furiously. Before she could open her mouth to yell an insult after him however, there was a tap on her shoulder.
"You really do have quite a temper there, Kagome- san. But if I were you, I would watch my attitude around guys like him. You could end up seriously hurt one day if you piss someone off too much."
"Excuse me girls, but you’re holding the line up," a stern voice broke through the haze Kagome’s mind had entered, and she quickly became flustered.
"Ah, I’m sorry Ma’am. I’m Higurashi, Kagome." With that matter done, she handed the lady two pieced of ID and received a key along with a cabin number and schedule.
A quick thank you, and a short walk later Kagome found herself in front of a small building, that could’ve almost passed for a regular storage shed. I’m supposed to live in that tiny thing for two months?
After fitting the key and stepping inside, Kagome knew right away which bed she was going to take. That could be because the other one was almost completely covered in suitcases, boxes, and other things which she didn’t care to observe further. It seemed her ‘cabin mate’ had already made herself at home.
"Oh well," Kagome mumbled to herself. It’s not like the situation could get much worse.
And that’s when she met Kagura.
Che-chan
A/N: Yes, I know it’s short. Only four pages. It’ll be longer next time, I promise. If it isn’t I give you permission to bite me. Anyways, a short sweet introduction just to give you a glimpse to the direction in which the story may go. If you don’t like Sessh/Kag or Inu/Kik pairings I suggest you not to read this. Until next time everyone! My updates are very slow, so I’ll warn you now. Check back in a couple weeks. XD
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
