Monday, September 5, 2005

   Junk and Stuff!!
I was going through my computer deleting old stuff I never picked up on and found this old story. I had created an alternate universe along with my sister which was a crossover of all our favorite animes. This one was just Sailor Moon and slight DBZ, but you wouldn't know that unless you knew the character, Zuccin. He's part Saiyian and my sister created him. Well, the girl's who is the main character of this story is named Masaru. She is the daughter of Sailor Pluto, Setsuna,and Nephrite. They were my two favorite characters and I thought it might have been an interesting pairing. So sit back and enjoy!:

Brother Says It's Not that Bad

He says, It sort of feels like someone wrapping him up, in their long arms

I walk through the halls not certain what to expect it's been so long since my last trip to Earth. I was here to help defend the Earth. It was before all the commotion came and claimed Earth as its victim. They told me to check my little brother’s status, the one that I've heard little of. All I know is that he was lost somewhere between the margins of darkness and light where time and space meet to create new dimensions of possibilities that could've been. I guard and see that they are not disturbed, however not even I can be everywhere at once. I accepted the failures in guarding every dimension, others I secretly help.

"You are too kind." She said to me when I was seen letting some go to another dimension to right the wrongs. I smile at her. If I could talk I would tell her what I thought. I can not sit back and let mankind suffer or any other races suffer from the ignorance of other people or because I was not watchful. I can not talk because I have no soul. However I am not dead, but not alive, I was never born. She said I should be grateful I am able to function at all.

"I need you to find your brother and check how he is doing in his abilities. Do not let him follow you. " She lifted an arm to a black knight that appeared out of thin air. Her magenta eyes looked back at me.

"This is Zuccin from the Platinum Moon dimension, he will be here guarding until you arrive." I nodded and bowed to the black knight who bowed back. She left with the air of darkness back to where she is from. I do not know where, nor do I care.

Holding him tight, calming him
Cooling him, all through the night

The halls were empty with the silence of the night. There is no noise because I have slowed time; I cannot stop time on Earth. It is a pact made by one of Pluto’s ancestors to the Silver Moon Millennium. To cross the pact means death. Although I welcome it to claim my life I will remain obedient to my parents. I come to the desk with the keeper leaning back in his chair half-asleep. I find the chart that reports the conditions of the residence in the Asylum. Everything seems to be relatively fine besides his mental stability. I start to go back to report, but I see a map that shows the chambers. My brother's name is there.

I look at it and start to the chambers. There is no noise and I only glimpse at through the screened windows. There is a man that is being held back by the attendants. The man has a knife in one hand and is slowly pushing it into one of the attendant's spine. I can tell there is no expression on my face. I keep on walking to the chambers my little brother is located. I soon come to where the halls spilt into three ways. I look back down on the chart and keep on marching. Faintly I can hear the wails of the ill. They must be awfully loud if I can hear them. I stop infront of the door this is where he is kept.

Settling him, soothing him
Keeping him safe, like a second self

I close my eyes and begin to accelerate my atoms faster to get through the door's atoms. I look down at my fingers they are glowing with a greenish glow. The first time I experienced this was when I was a child. They thought I was going to disperse into thin air. What a nice thought…being able to return to the nothingness of the beginning of the universe. Sadly, it was only the awakening of my power. I look across the room and there is nothing. Only a barred window with white curtains decorated the small room.

I soon notice that the whole room is white, the bed sheets, the blankets, the padded walls and the tile floor. I hear the door begin to unlock from the outside. I lacked to reset the motion of time. I hide myself behind the tall white curtains. The door opens and a boy with long light brown hair came in slowly. I watch him turn to the door and watching it close before him.

The light is reduces to a bluish glow from the paint. I am still behind the curtains for him to see me would startle him. Somehow he turns fast towards my direction. His eyes are big and frighten that it shocks me. I come out of my hiding spot from the force of his stare. I look up to him; his eyes are a blue shade that clearly marked him the son of Nephrite, my father.

He doesn't try to say anything yet, just stares at me. I feel awkward as he stares at me with his eyes. I turn my eyes to look back at him. Slowly he goes to his bed and cuddles against the wall. I walk close to him and curiously touch him. He whirls to face me and starts to scream.

Like a faithful friend
His jacket of white

He screams uncontrollable rocking himself in his white jacket. I frantically try to gain control of him, but I am too scared to try and touch him again. I am scared…by this little boy and his emotions…I can read his body. It starts to wail for me to leave him, that he isn't well, and to never come back again.

Before I cross the door he quiets down and sobs for me not to leave him alone. I turn to him and see his face cripple up as he cries and pleads me to take him home. I walk back to him and stare down at him with his sides tied back by his jacket.

I carefully reach out and touch his face. He is quiet and closes his eyes. I can feel his hot tears stream down his cheeks. He looks up at me confused, but sad. I sit down and press him to a hug. Although we are both the same, but we are different. Here he is crying so freely while I have never cried before in my life. It is as if I was not made for it.

A force had pulled him out when he was younger for a purpose and to take him would upset the balance of destiny. I stay rocking him softly until he falls asleep. I am reluctant to leave him, but my station is where I belong…I will always belong to the margins of darkness and light where time and space will forever meet.

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