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Silent Year (Story in the making; title is being remade) |
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Ohayo gozaimasu, Konnichiwa, or Konbanwa wherever and whenever you are. Here, I have a story to tell. Please read and tell me of my mistakes. Also, I'm looking for a new title, so I'm open for suggestions!! So come in, sit down, and get comfy. here you go! (I shall update the rest later as it comes to me) [gawrsh darnit!! some of the work i did was deleted, so now i have to remember it by memory... oh well... the part that's not there anymore, i'm not putting up....]
THE SILENT YEAR
Once upon a time, in my hometown...
‘Hurry! We’ve got to get him to the other world before they see him!’
‘Yes...’
A woman turns to look at her child. It gurgles happily, unaware of the dangers.
A scream is heard from behind them.
‘Quickly!’
The infant disappears in a blinding light. Bangs are heard on the door.
‘Anyone home?’
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Voices. Too many voices. Too many pleas and complaints. Too many wants and needs and regrets. Too many.
‘Please, let my brother be safe.’
‘I need that dress!’
‘I hate life. Just end it.’
‘Forgive me, for I have sinned...’
Can someone just make them stop?
“Hey, are you listening?”
“Eh?”
“Please pay attention...”
“Sorry...”
The boy glanced down at his paper to see scribbles. No words. Just...scribbles. They were jumbled, and looked like foreign symbols.
“Now, Tsugura, do you mind turning to page 47 in your book and doing number 13?”
The teacher was none other than Hiroyasu Kentako, one of the nicest teachers to have, even though he did like to give too much work. He had a soft spot for Takune Tsugura, because he was an orphan and barely passing by in his other classes.
The red-haired child, with his brilliant green eyes that shone like emeralds in the sunlight, was only 14. He was always given second glances for his charming looks, but his cold attitude drove people away. He always stood out, but obviously didn’t like the attention.
Hiroyasu, with his dark blue locks and rare crimson eyes, stared at the boy as he walked to the board and grabbed the chalk, hesitating.
“Go on,” Hiroyasu said, egging his student on. The boy put the chalk on the board and started to write.
“No, no, that’s not right,” the teacher said as the student finished. “You forgot to do this...”
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The high-pitched bell rang throughout the empty halls that was soon filled with students going home.
Takune slowly packed up, taking his time. He slung his small suitcase-backpack over his shoulder and walked out before the teacher could call on him, which he tried to do everyday, but to no avail. Takune walked down the hall, empty now. Light shone randomly onto the floor from the windows, which held visions of trees and green grasses and pure bliss.
Takune kept his eyes forward, never glancing at the mesmerizing pictures that he passed. His shoes pressed lightly on the floor, giving a soft TCH! sound. His mind set on clearing the hallway and out to the too-brilliant-to-be-real colours that lay waiting to engulf him. Shadows played with his eyes with every step.
Takune was a smart child, given few opportunities to show it. He could think things that no child could think of. The problem was his visions that grabbed him by his throat and made him watch them. They consumed his thoughts and slowly ate his soul.
To Takune, he didn’t belong. He didn’t belong to this world, with its vibrant colours and busy people. With its sharpness and glossiness, he felt out of place.
Green. Too much green. No matter where he looked, there lay green. Except for that one odd shape. He picks it up, its surface hard and cold to the touch. ‘Twas long and sturdy, familiar in his mind. At the top was a half-crescent moon that held a purple orb in midair in the middle. The object’s colour was a shiny grey that glinted as if light shown brightly upon it.
‘Wake up, wake up...’
He looks around.
‘Echoes... but what are they saying?’ he thinks.
‘Wake up, wake up...You need to wake up, little one...’
“Who are you?” he shouts. No answer is given.
‘Little one, little one, little one...little one, wake up...’
“Who’s...there?” He stumbles on the words now, for they are unfamiliar to him.
‘Wake up-up-up-up...’
A flash of red. He looks down, his hands covered in the odd colour. He pulls it to his face and licks it to find its taste intoxicating.
‘Don’t drink that, little one, stop...’
He sees more on the ground in a little puddle. He falls to his knees and bends down, gulping the liquid down, its thick texture rubbing against his throat as it gushes down.
‘Stop, little one, stop!’
Hands are felt on his shoulders, trying to pull him away, but he pulls forward, engulfing his face in the thick crimson stuff. The hands let go and he falls forward into the mass of darkness.
“Ah!” Takune wakes up to see he’s on his knees, sweat on his forehead. He wraps his arms around himself, cold. His bag is left forgotten behind him, as his eyes no longer have the sheen they once held. His mind is cluttered with information he doesn’t remember. It makes his head jump and jolt.
He stands and runs blindly, tears forming at his eyes.
a/n: alrighty, there's the first bit..... comment on any mistakes and such, pweez....
 Tamaru Herunta · Sun Mar 09, 2008 @ 11:15pm · 0 Comments |
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