Monday, June 28, 2004

In addition to the post below (also added today)
heres a Id PIC i did forDeviantart.com Enjoy.



So now you know. I look vaguley like that and genuinley feel like that... now I need to graft feet back onto my legs.
Comments (3) | Permalink

hallloooooooooooooooooooootaku.com
I finally managed to write a picture posting tutorial for Inuyashaiscool. so here it is:



hope that helped.

Im feeling better now. I killed a few people, bought some anime. Now Im high again.

I went and made a crazy purchase on Friday. I bought FMP vol 5 and the whole Najica series. Najica is so cool, so im glad I bought all twelve episodes in one go (although im now £75 less richer...T.T)

Basically, Najica is about saving the world with panties. I kid you not. I lost count of the number of times panties appeared on my screen...and that was just the first episode. Its a little short at 12 episodes, but the plot moves fast and thick so it leaves no time to get bored. Najica is a secret agent with an extraodinary sense of smell. along with her Humaritt (android who is like an sincere child, and pratically always girls) partner Lila (aka triple Z) Najica gets her assignements with a single rose and uses her skills as the world's top perfume manufacturer to solve cases and capture Humaritts on the loose. The discs also include commentaries from the V.A's but each commentary is on one episode on each disc. Fortunatly, the commentary on the final disc is on the final episode, which is the episode that leaves the viewer asking the most questions, so that addition is welcomed.
the music of Najica is limited, but the two main songs, "Najica" and "Body & Mind" are totally cool. Performed by The Dilligent Circle Of Ekoda, the main theme "Najica" is on par with Yoko Kanno's "TANK!" theme for Cowboy Bebop. The music is catchy and makes you want to jive on down to it. Get you funk on and watch Najica. Trust me, you won't be dissapointed...

I will see y'all tomorrow.

Thought for the Week: "A extraodinary scent and the fragrance of destiny. Najica Hiragi, special agent for CRI recieves assignements with a singal rose. Glorious missions more lovely than a bullet and more dangerous than love itself. These make up Najica Blitz Tatics!"
Comments (4) | Permalink

Friday, June 25, 2004

just saying hi......................gh as a kite

but i knew that already.


hi again. England lost last nights match against Portugal: THANK GOD!
finally, life can return to normal.
I might go and buy a model to celebrate...

so hows all you guys? feeling good? no troubles? i hope so, Counter Glomps take up a lot of energy (and if you have no idea about what im talking about, read the last post.)

Back to work tomorrow. Poo. if you've read my guide that i posted a few days back, you'll know why im so goddamned depressed.
but hey, another day of life cant be complained at. more anime for me...

i skipped English class this morning. My excuse is that im too depressed after Englands loss at euro 2004, but thats just bullshite
i just couldnt be bothered.
everybody seems to be obsessed with poems or lyrics, so im gonna post some stuff.

this is a poem by Robert Browning

The years at the spring;
The day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven...
All's right with the world!

and heres one i made up.

I hear thunder, I hear thunder,
hark, cant you, hark cant you?
pitter patter raindrops, pitter patter raindrops,
im soaked through, why aren't you? Cunt.

and heres one that makes me happy, despite the fact im seventeen.

Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, Life is but a dream....

how true.

and heres some lyrics I wrote.

Just Be Yourself,
Earth Angels Theme
by Darke Angel.

Come on Baby, Show me that smile.

Just be yourself,
I know it’s easier said than done,
Just be yourself,
We’ll get through these days one by one,
Just be yourself,
Cause when Im with you,
Everything’s alright.

When Im with you,
Time just seems to slow down,
When you’re with me,
Everything’s just fine,
When Im with you,
Nothing seems to go wrong,
I have to ask you,
Will you be mine?

When you’re down and you’re feeling bad,
I’ll be there, always by your side,
You make me ever so happy,
Come on baby, show me your smile!

Just be yourself,
When everything’s looking down,
Just be yourself,
Put on a smile, throwaway that frown,
Just be yourself,
And you will find,
Everything’s alright.

When the sun is,
Shining in the heavens,
Or when the rain,
Falls from way up high,
I’ll stand by you,
You and me together,
Come on baby,
No need to cry.

When the grey covers the sky,
Or when the storm threatens the blue
You will find me where I’ve always been
Standing baby, right by you.

*MUSICAL INTERLUDE*
Just be yourself,
I know it’s easier said than done,
Just be yourself,
We’ll get through these days one by one,
Just be yourself,
Cause when Im with you,
Everything’s alright.

Come fly with me,
We’ll take it through the night,
Come fly with me,
We’re a picture perfect sight,
Come fly with me,
We’ll soar up so high,
We’ll touch heaven

And when Im with you,
Everything’s alright.


Theres also a midi which i composed for the above, but i dont know how to upload and put it on this page.
Lyrics: Mista P! A.k.a Phil Weston
Music: Mista P!

and here some lyrics I wrote when I was really high but not on drugs. I hate drugs. I get high on life. Some days Im just really high, and otjhers, im really depressed. This was written on one of the high days.

High on Life.

Others take drugs to escape...
some rely on drink...
but to get the best kicks...
people just do not think...

cannabis and poppers didnt do it for me...
but i need to escape the strife...
alcohol didnt set me free...
but now im so hi~gh on life..

People say im crazy...
people say im a fool...
but its the best high you can get
and i dont care for you

Pure highs are rare
but this drug is rife,
others may not care,
but im so goddamn hi~gh on life.

BRIDGE...
its true that every high has a low,
but these wont kill you y'know,
you can get past it if you try
cuz after every low you get highhhh...

INSTRUMENTAL SOLOS

High on life

High on Life

High on Life.

Life is beautiful

its the ultimate high

just get high...on life.


Written by Phil Weston 25/03/04

so there we are. Enjoy life y'all. dont let my stupid depressed mood get to you. cuz im only gonna be high again soon. and then you will have to beware. mu-wa-ha-ha-ha!

See y'all on Monday...


Thought for the Week end:
It was just...that he was always alone. Never anyone to share the game with. But he didn't mind. he was just living in a dream world
but where do dreams end and reality begin. and in the end...isn't all the same? ARE YOU LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD.

(transcript from Cowboy Bebop: The movie, adapted to apply to myself)


Comments (3) | Permalink

Thursday, June 24, 2004

also...
I thought of this whilst watching the Teen Titans opening credits. The lyrics go like this: "When there's trouble, you know who to call...TEEN TITANS!"

Well, I thought I could do my own help line. So the ad would go.

"When theres trouble, you know who to call: DARKE ANGEL."

heres the twist. imagine the scene: an earthquake or some other disaster where people are in trouble. Somebody calls Darke and it goes something like this...

*phone rings*
Darke: 'Elo?
Person: Is this Darke?
Darke: Um...yes. Yes it is.
Person: I read in your ad that if a person is in trouble they should call you.
Darke: Yes...
Person: Well...Im in trouble.
Darke:*long pause* BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!
*tone to indicate Darke has hung up.*
Person: ... -_-;

well i dindt say I was gonna help you if you were in trouble...
Comments (8) | Permalink

bleah...
I have nothing to say. I will think of interesting things soon.

I might kill a cadet tonight. Little scum just laughed at me (he goes to my school, he is 14/15) so I will make his life a living hell if he turns up. On the other hand he might stay at home and watch stoopid England Vs Portugal match on TV. bah. why do they always put england matches on cadet nights???? It means that the sgt's bar afterwards isn't open, so I get no alka hol. poo.

I also need to shave, but I've run out of razors. sucks to be me. Its a series of unfortunate events. Beat that Lemony Snicket. Yeah, you suck.

anyway. ciao for now...


Thought for the Week: Skirts....
Comments (0) | Permalink

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

snurgle flurgle....

How to make a Darke Angel

Ingredients: 5 parts intelligence 1 part arrogance 5 parts instinct

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Serve with a slice of wisdom and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com


i would recommend you make on of these as a last resort. and add a dash of sugar. softens the blow.

Stinkin Euro 2004 (some fat european football...i mean Soccer tournament) was on TV last night, England Vs Croatia. We won but i could probably care less. wait a sec *strain.....strain harder...hair turns even darker and demonic glow flares up in eyes.*
there. Now I care less. seriously though, its just stupid. "oh no if we lose, we're out the tournament!!" SO WHAT, THERES ANOTHER ONE IN FOUR YEARS. christ.

They actually ended up watching the game at cadets last night but i didnae wanna watch it so I took some other cadets who didnt want to watch it out side and we had a water fight. We were supposed to be washing the squadron van and doing some fire hose drill, but pratically everyone got wet, except me, cuz I threatened to kill them if they even came near me. But after the match there were a bunch of morons driving around beeping their horns and saying stupid things like "big up" and other crazy crap.

Speaking of morons on the rad, I crashed into one the other day. I was on my scooter going gently up the outside of a traffic queue and when the lights turned green, i set off. But this moron next to me pulled out at exactly the same time and scraped my bike. There was this awful sound and now theres some major scratches up the side of my bike. Anyway, this guy honked at me and pulled infront of me and got out the car. I got off my bike and we exchnaged pleasentaries...nameley the words "what the f*ck are you doing?" and "sh!T," He asked me my name and I gave him a false name. Like im going to tell him. He was all like "you crazy little f*cks and your scooters are gonna get killed." and im all like ,"get some f*cking glasse you dick head, Im big enough." any way, he drove off and I did the same, really pissed off. I wasnt hurt, but my baby is all scratched up. Moron.

so thats what happened to me yesterday. I got a half day today and then Im going home, probably watch some anime. later y'all.

Comments (3) | Permalink

Monday, June 21, 2004

I couldn't resist...
align=left>
I adopted a cute lil' death fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Comments (1) | Permalink

More stuff: You know how I hate my job with a passion:
I can’t believe I did this yesterday. On Saturday I was at work, and they came around asking for overtime volunteers. I told them I was already working on Sunday. Then the nice supervisor, the one who I actually like, asked me if I wanted to extend my shift for yesterday so I’d start at 10 am like usual when the store opens, but not finish until 4:15 when the store closes. Initially I thought, yeah alright, it’s not like Im going to be doing anything Sunday afternoon. But shortly afterwards, I started to regret saying yes. I mean, I hate my job. So what If I get paid a lil extra for overtime? Is it worth putting up with the hassle? This lead to the following:



Darke Angel’s Guide to pissing me off at work.

Here is an in depth guide to what really turns me uphill at work. It is helpfully divided into staff related and customer related, along with an anger rating and reason. Anger rating is out of ten, one being slightly annoyed and ten being homicidal rage. Enjoy.

If you are a staff member DO NOT:

1: Ignore my red light: The red light is there if a customer needs assistance. Im not allowed to leave my till and so I have to wait for a supervisor. This leads to hold ups in the queue and embarrassment. Score: between 3 and 7 depending on urgency.

2: Ask me to smile more. Score: between 5 and 8 depending on my mood. I already hate my job, isn’t it obvious? So don’t ask me to smile. Cuz I don’t feel like it.

3: Ask me to do overtime: Score: 8 Um: NO!!! God, I don’t want to spend any more time at work than necessary.

4: Ignore my need for a lunch break: Score: 8. They actually did this to me once, I went without a lunch or tea break all day. I was dying for a piss and something to eat, but I didn’t want to say anything, cuz I was a newbie.

5: Put me on a broken till: This normally is something that isn’t a major problem, just a re-occurring irritation. Score: 2

6: Talk to me: This only actually applies to the store retard. Every supermarket in England has a store retard. It’s normally a thirty-ish year old who is not actually retarded, but so socially inept that the best job he could get is shelf packer in a supermarket. Our store actually has two, but the second tends to stay outside and shunt trolleys around, so he doesn’t count. But the “Primary retard” as I think of him, actually seems to think that everybody likes him. It is possible that some people might actually like him, but this hypothesis is still undergoing investigation. I blank him every time he tries to talk to me, because all he speaks is utter crap.

If you are a Customer, DO NOT :

1: Ask for cash back : This isn’t too bad unless I have no cash left in the till. Then the customer gets all narky because they think Im refusing a reasonable request. THERE ARE ATMS OUTSIDE!!! USE THEM YOU BASTARDS! Score: 3-6

2: Give me a twenty or a fifty for something that costs less than £10: Jeez Louise! Im not made of money! My change reserves are limited. People start to wonder why I give them their change in coins. It’s because the last cunt who gave me a twenty took all my five pound notes!!! Arrgh! Score: 7

3: Own a child and bring said child with you shopping: Children, in my experience, are just wrong. Im seriously considering supporting Infanticide. Kids are either whiney or irritating or just always getting in the way. They always want their sweets and comics. And why the hell do kids of one year of age have such powerful lungs? It gives me migraine. And people wonder why they get this situation with me:
Generic Customer with Kid: Do you like Children?
Me: I love Children. I couldn’t eat a whole one though…
Score: 9-10

4: “Give me something to do,” If you saw my comic strip, you know about this one. Im sitting there, minding my own business, when somebody comes up, deciding I look bored and wants to give me something to do, namely process their shopping. No really, it’s fine. Im getting paid anyway. Why the hell would I want to work for my money? Score: 6

5: Ask for assistance/a forgotten item/a replacement item/generally making me put my red light on: Depending on the nature of the assistance required, this rates between 3 and 6. I’ve already got a migraine from working normally. Why the hell would I want to go out of my way to help you further?

6: Try to strike up a conversation and/or use my name: Okay, so my name is on the name badge. Doesn’t mean you have to use it. Im not your friend. This also applies with the conversation. Im anti-social. I didn’t choose to become a checkout operator. I’d rather not talk to you.
Score: 2

7: Ask me where an Item is: How the hell should I know? I work on the checkouts, not the shop floor. Just cuz I work for Tescos, it doesn’t mean I know it intimately. Go and ask a shelf stacker. They’re the one’s who are *gasp* STACKING SHELVES!!! Score: 4

8: Try to use the “10 items or less” checkouts to pay for 15+ items: The theory behind express tills are that if you only come in to buy a few items, you use these tills, rather than a larger till, so that queuing time is reduced. It doesn’t work if you try to bring a weeks worth of shopping through my tiny little express till. I don’t mind if you are a few over, but I’ve got good mind to tell you to f*ck off if you have more than 15 items. Score: 9

9: Come to my till five minutes before Im due to leave with a trolley that’s stacked to the ceiling with shopping: Just don’t, okay? Im tired and irritated enough as it is. I just wanna go home and watch anime. Leave me alone. Score: 8

10: Give me coupons: This divides into three categories:
1: Giving me coupons for items you haven’t bought. So what if the machine accepts them? You haven’t got the item. So you can’t have money off it.
2: Giving me Tesco coupons that you haven’t bought or haven’t bought enough of: Look, I know you have bought the butter. But if you took the time to read the stupid coupon, you will read that it says it’s for the 1kg pots ONLY!!! You have the 500g pots. So it won’t accept the coupon.
3: Giving me lots and lots of coupons: I have to sit and separate them, and put them into order, lose the expired ones, give back the ones the machine won’t accept. It’s time consuming and bl00dy annoying seeing as you’re only getting 50 extra clubcard points anyway!!!!
Score: Between 5 and 8

11: Be a slowpoke: I know not all of you can help it, but it’s not brain surgery opening a plastic bag. Why should it take so long? Im finished scanning by the time the first bag has just been packed. Jeez. And they have the audacity to ask me to slow down! I’ve got another 100 customers to get through, why can’t you speed up? Huh? Score: 8

12: Issue a complaint about me: Hey, you got a problem with me, fine. Tell me to my face so I can do something about it. Don’t go and tell a manager, because that just taints the whole store. I actually had someone complain to a manager that I wasn’t smiling. Seriously. Listen lady, if you just came all the way to Tesco just to be smiled at, you need to get a life. Most people couldn’t care less that I don’t smile, and those who actually notice it tend to empathise with me. There is a reason Im not smiling and that’s because the job sucks!!! Score: 10 *must kill*

13: Stand there, just watching me scan, not doing anything, sometimes with the expression that something has crawled up your ass and died: The type of people who do this are normally snobby posh types, who don’t want to dirty their manicured nails with a common job like packing their own bags. Typical mental response to this is: Hey Asshole! These bags won’t pack themselves y’know?! If you want help (emphasise word HELP) with your packing, you just have to ask! Christ. Score: 9

14: Buy lots of weighed items/reduced items/items without barcodes:
This irritates me no end. I normally just let the customer have the damn item for free if it hasn’t a barcode, unless it’s really expensive. Weighed items take ages and three times out of every five the scales won’t work properly. And reduced labels either don’t scan, so I have to put in extensive codes or I have to peel the label off and go through the manual override sequence, which is annoying when all thirty three items are reduced because you’re a stingy bastard. Score: 7

15: Argue with me: This normally occurs after I put an item through and the computer, which is networked to the grand computer which dictates the price of every item in store, tells me the item is £3.50. The customer however, believes that the item actually costs £2.50. It goes a bit like this:
Idiot (or customer if you prefer): No its not.
Me: Excuse me?
Idiot: Its £2.50, not £3.50 (accusing tone, as if it’s my fault)
Me: Well, im going by what the computer tells me.
Idiot: Well the label said it was £2.50
Me: Well, Im going to have to check.
This involves a long process with a red light (see point 5), extending queue and a manager, who goes away and comes back and the exchange continues:
Manager: This item is actually £3.50. The item next to it which is 99% similar to that item is the one that costs £2.50 (or words to that effect.)
Idiot: Well, that’s very misleading. (gets all righteous)
Me: (thinking) Yeah, well if you had taken the time to read the label, we wouldn’t be in this predicament would we?
This leads on to the next issue. Score: 7-9

16: Leave an item behind: This occurs after the customer realises that they haven’t enough money or doesn’t want the item after the above predicament, or suddenly and inexplicably and very annoyingly decides that they just don’t want the item any more. Why? Why would you do that? You’ve just lugged item X around the store for the last hour and a half. Why is it when you finally get served after sitting in a queue for 5 minutes do you decide “no, I don’t want it any more,”? Especially if it’s a perishable item, and then I have to call a supervisor (see Point 5) who has to return it. Score: 7-9 depending on whether the item is perishable or not.

17: Do any of the above five minutes before the end of my shift:
Just don’t give me the grief okay. Or else Doctor Pain is gonna start making house calls, got that? Score: 15. *sound of nuke being set up and primed*



So there we have it. I’ve probably forgotten a few, but next time you visit a supermarket, spare a thought for the poor bugger sitting behind the till. It’s not like he wants to be there. So cut him some slack.



PS: Some of you are probably wondering why I still work at TESCOS if I hate it so much. Well, the truth is I was desperate for a job; everyone else had turned me down. Besides, all the best jobs won’t accept me until I’m 18. But trust me, when I turn 18: Forbidden Planet, London: Im coming!!!

I also went and bought Eva vol 4 and Nadesico vol 4 or 5 (i forget- I was too busy watching it) on DVD. Some old favs rather than new stuff. Im actually still waiting for the next Vol of FMP to come out.
More “See No Evil” soon. I haven’t had the chance to write much lately. Besides, I have had some fresh inspiration for my Gundam Scroll fic, so that might take up some of my time as well.

Thought for the week: Someday…someday I’ll kill them all… *disturbingly placid and dreamy look on face*

Comments (3) | Permalink

Friday, June 18, 2004

I have no subject. doesnt life suck?
Im not sure why Im posting. I have nothing to post. I was gonna scan some more pics, but i couldn't be bothered.
I have to go to work tomorrow. Damn.

But, on the other hand, I am getting paid TODAY!! yay. So I might go and buy a model or a DVD or something.

Im kinda depressed at the moment. no reason. Just in one of life's valleys. hopefully it won't be such a b!tch of a climb to the peak.

Heres a piccy for all you Gundam fans out there. There's tonnes of these out there, but I think that this is one of the best. Its a female Cosplaying V2 Gundam.


Enjoy.

Thought for the Week: WHY CANT I
HAVE A GUNDAM?? APART FROM THE FACT THEY DONT EXIST!!!
Comments (4) | Permalink

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Okay, on to chapter 2
Cuz I have nothing to report, nor anything better to do, I will post chapter two of my "See No Evil, Speak no Evil" fic. make sure you're sitting comfortably, and have a warm cup of joe with you, and I'll begin:

CHAPTER 2: CAIN

After Kida got out of the shower, we spent the rest of the day talking. Kida listened to hour after hour of my stories of growing up and life in the town.
“You’re a good listener Kida.” I commented during lunch. I had whipped together some Instant Ramen and Meso Soup, having nothing else left in the house to eat. I would have to go down to the store later.
“Well, when you can’t speak to people, you almost become a good listener by necessity.”
“I suppose. I guess I’d just thought you’d be wanting to make up for lost time.”
“Old habits die hard.”
Lunch took a long time, mainly because I was still a little disorientated by watching myself eat. Try eating a bowl of noodles whilst watching yourself in the mirror. You might get an inkling of what I was feeling. However, I didn’t want to say anything, because I was brought up to always be polite.
After the lunch things were put away, I went to find my coat.
“Where are you going?”
“We’re out of food. So unless you want last night’s leftovers for dinner, I need to go down to the store.”
“I’ll come,”
“You sure? It’ll only take a few minutes. It’s raining pretty hard still.”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind,”
I shrugged and went to find a spare raincoat. I found an old white one, which was large and hadn’t been used in a while, but was still wearable.
“Um, I haven’t any spare footwear Im afraid. Just these.”
The view switched to what I was holding in my hand. Big rubber boots. Pink.
“They’re fine. But whose are they?”
“Well they are mine, but I always thought they were blue. My brother told me they were blue.”
“I think he was playing a practical joke on you.”
“I’m gonna kill him. Uh, you can keep these if you want. They match your hair.”
“Thank You.”
We left the house and stepped out onto the street. It was still raining quite hard, but I took a moment to look at the street I had lived on practically all my life but hadn’t seen in years. The old shrine still was the most prominent feature at the top of the end of the town. Mrs. Geisha had passed away a year back and the new occupants of her house across the street had finally gotten around to tidying her garden up. Ever since I could remember, it had been overgrown. I had helped tidy it up more than once during my youth to earn a bit of pocket money. Shinoi was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody else. We started to head down the hill towards the store. The whole town was mainly composed of old traditional style buildings and the store was no exception. It hadn’t changed much since I’d lost my eyesight. We paused outside.
“Okay, we can’t tell anyone about our…situation. Because if one person in this town finds out, they’ll all find out. And it’ll just make life for us more difficult.”
“I understand.”
“So if anybody asks, I’ll say that you are a work colleague, that’s come round to discuss my latest article.”
“Okay. But what if they find out im mute?”
“Um…we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
We entered the store. The storeowner, Mr. Watanabe, had been working here for longer than I could remember. He was a kindly old man, always a smile for all his customers, always willing to help. He had always been old to me, but now I could see him again, he looked a lot older than the mental picture of how I had last seen him. A bit more ragged around the edges, a bit closer to retirement. But I knew the old man wouldn’t retire ever. He’d keep working till death took him. His voice, as kindly as ever, floated across to me now.
“Hi there Seraph. A pleasure to see you.”
“Hi Mr. Watanabe. How are you?”
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. The knee is still giving me grief. But you know me. Im a fighter.” His gaze swung around until it looked like he was looking directly at me, but was in fact looking at Kida.
“Well now, whose this?”
“Um, this is Kida, a work colleague. From the newspaper.”
“Oh. Nice to meet you.”
“Um Kida, why don’t you go and look for the items. I just want to talk to Mr. Watanabe.”
“Okay.”
I leaned on the counter. As Kida pulled away, the second sight vanished.
“So old man. Terrible weather we’re having.”
“It’s always like this this time of year. My rheumatism is playing up again. But it won’t last long. But don’t change the subject.”
“What do you mean? She’s just a friend.”
“Don’t play coy. She’s a nice one. Doesn’t speak much, but you’ve picked up a nice one.”
“Well I wouldn’t know. I can’t exactly see you know.”
“You kids today. You of all people should know that looks are only a fraction of the picture. Now I consider myself to be an excellent judge of character and she’s just perfect for you. And there’s something else. A kind of…thread that binds you.”
“You’re not talking about that Red Ribbon of Fate crap are you?”
“No, no, there’s something there. I can’t quite explain it. It’s like you’re both joined somehow.”
I was silent for a moment. It was closer to the truth than he knew. We were joined, inexplicably, both supplementing a part of ourselves we had lost long ago.
Mr. Watanabe broke the silence.
“She’s very cute as well. It’s a pity you can’t see her.”
“I have a feeling I know what she’s like though.”
“You’ve always been sensitive to what others are like. I wish you both the best.”
The second sight returned as Kida walked up behind us.
“Is this the right stuff?”
She looked into the basket for me and I noted what she had picked up.
“Yes, Thank you.” I said, answering both Mr. Watanabe and Kida.
I pulled out my wallet and pulled out a couple of notes.
“Thank You. You take care now Seraph.”
“You too Mr. Watanabe. Let’s hope the storms let up soon.”
“They will. I feel it in my bones. Nice to meet you Kida,”
Kida’s hand appeared in my vision as she waved good-bye. As we left I could still hear Mr. Watanabe speaking to himself.
“Doesn’t speak much, but a perfect girl for Seraph,”
I felt myself blush as we walked back up the hill to my home.
* * *
We spent the rest of the day sitting on the veranda listening to the rain, chatting about things. It was still light when my brother returned home.
We both heard the gate open and as Kida looked over at the person entering, I recognised him as my brother. It had been three years since I had seen him, he had been 19 years old then, not much older than I was now. He didn’t look much different, just more formal in a suit and a little worn out, after a hard days work and a long commute. His hair was a light brown, which he kept short, unlike my long hair, which I kept in a short ponytail. He looked over at us sitting on the veranda and his face creased as he tried to see if he recognised Kida.
“Who’s that?”
“That’s my brother, Cain Shinkai. He works in Shimizu, so he leaves early and gets home late.”
“Why doesn’t he live closer?”
“He worries about me. Plus the fact he likes living in a big house.”
“Hey Seraph,” Cain called over. I turned my head towards the sound of his voice, although my second sight through Kida was already focussed on him.
“Hey big brother. Good day?”
“Ah, the usual. The editor’s is getting a little testy because sales are down. We’ve got to boost sales somehow. Oh, by the way, have you got that article done?”
“Oh crap. I completely forgot.”
“Don’t worry about it. The festival had been cancelled. Something to do with one of the sponsors pulling out at the last minute. But it’s not like you to forget. Does it have something to do with the lovely young vision sitting next to you?”
“Hmm? Oh right, where are my manners. Bro, this is Kida. Kida, this is my brother, Cain.”
“Pleased to meet you.” He extended his hand, and she shook it.
“So where did you two meet?”
“She…is a visitor to the town.”
“Why is she wearing your clothes?”
“Um…hers were soaked by the rain. It got pretty torrential up here today.”
“I know, the train was almost cancelled this morning. So, Kida, where are you from.”
“Yokosuka.” I replied.
“Does she speak?”
“She’s mute.”
“Really?” His facial expression changed to that of suspicion
“So, tell me little brother, if she’s mute, how do you know all this? Its not like you can read sign language.”
“Um...uh…”
“Busted,” Kida realised my mistake.
“Okay, Im going to tell you, but you’re going to have to be silent until I’ve finished.” I started to explain, going through everything that had happened since I got up this morning. My brother sat there, rain running of his coat onto the veranda, quietly taking this in. When I had finished he looked at me and rubbed his chin.
“So let me get this straight. She arrived mysteriously on your doorstep this morning naked and soaking wet. And then you discovered that you’ve got some kind of mental connection that allows you to see through her eyes and her to speak into your mind. But it only works when you’re within five metres of each other.”
“That’s about it. I can prove it to you. You’ve got some egg banjo on your suit.” I pointed to where there was a greasy stain on his suit. He looked at it in surprise and then looked at me.
“And something’s burning,”
“Really?” I sniffed the air.
“What?” Cain asked.
“Kida says there’s something burning.”
I got up and ran into the kitchen.
Kida was right behind me. Sure enough there was smoke poring from the oven.
“Oh man, my dinner!” I pulled the plug on the oven and popped the blackened remnants into the bin.
“Charred to a crisp.”
Looks like we’re going to be eating the crab tonight then.”
“Aw, I was saving that for Sunday dinner.”
“Well its that or the noodles,” Kida told me, looking in the food cupboard.
“I’ll take the noodles thank you.”
“But we had noodles for lunch.”
“Alright, alright, we’ll have the crab. We’re just going to have to go shopping again.”
Kida turned and I saw that Cain was standing behind me. I turned so that I was facing him. Through the second sight, I could see the look of astonishment in his eyes.
“It’s really true, isn’t it.” He said, eyes wide.
“Yeah. Did you doubt me?”
“Initially…but of COURSE!” He stood up.
“What? What!?”
“I did this report ages ago on someone like you. The guy was deaf and the other guy was blind, but they both claimed that they could use each other’s senses to complement their own…what did they call it? Um…Symbiosis! That was it. I didn’t believe them, but it was just like this. Wow. This is the scoop of the decade!”
“Whoa, slow down bro. We can’t let anyone find out about this.”
“Why not?!”
“ Because we’d have all these scientists wanting to study us. We’d be in all the papers, on television shows, we’d never have a moments peace. It would be hell.” I could see the realisation dawn in his eyes, but at the same time, there was disappointment as well.
“You’re right. It would be immoral and wrong of me to subject my own brother to all that. It would probably affect me as well. Kida, Im sorry. I got a bit carried away there.”
In my second sight Kida waved it off.
“It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
“Kida says it no big deal and says not to worry about it.”
“So how long is she going to be with us?”
“Until the rains go at the very least.”
“Well, as a gracious host, I invite you to dine with us and join us in some after dinner entertainment.”
Dinner turned out to be last nights leftovers as we were all to shattered from the day’s events to cook Crab and “after-dinner entertainment” turned out to be plunking down on the sofa and watching T.V.
“Oh man, it’s been so long since I’ve watched television.” I said as Kida and I set down together.
“You have to watch this show.” Cain said as he leapt onto the couch, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “This is the funniest thing ever. It’s amazing what these people will do for a million yen. Wanna brew?” He added, cracking open a can of beer.
“No, Im good thanks.”
“Kida?” She shook her head.
“Oh well. All the more for me.”
We watched the game show, laughing as contestants did the stupidest stunts ever.
“He’s gonna fall.” A contestant was hanging onto this rope bridge for dear life, above a tank full of sludge. Another ball fired from a cannon bounced off him. He lost his grip…and everything went black. My brother yelled in delight and I heard the splash of sludge.
“Kida, why did you close your eyes? I missed it.”
No answer.
“Kida?” Suddenly a felt something rest against my arm and a snore reached my ears.
“Aw, she fell asleep.” My brother noted. “This mean you’re blind now?”
“For the while. She must be exhausted, poor thing.”
“We had better let her sleep,” Cain got off the couch and turned of the T.V. I let Kida rest against a cushion and put a blanket over her.
“We had better get to bed as well.”
“Yeah.”
We set off to our respective rooms, I doing so by following the sound of Cain’s footsteps.
“By the way big brother. Why are my boots pink?”
“Hmm? No they’re not, they’re blue.”
“You can’t lie to me any more.”
“Aww, come on, it was a joke.”
“Not very funny.”
“Like you would have noticed the difference.”
“It’s the principal of the matter…”
And so life continued.
* * *

and there we have it. Chapter 2. Chapter three is still being written, so you might have to wait a while for that one. but I do have a picture that looks kinda like a movie poster, but is for the cover of the manga.



and heres a manga that I toyed briefly with, but gave it up to lack of ideas. I freely give my permission to take any concept they draw from this and turn it into their own manga, provided I get a mention for concept and character design. Its called "Stacked Deck"



BTW, most of my pics can be found on my DeviantArt website at http://darkeangel.deviantart.com/
Please feel free to visit, and if you are a member, to comment on my art thats in there so far...

Thought for the Week: Lesson the Third: If you see a stranger, follow him...
Comments (3) | Permalink