Monday, August 21, 2006

PART 3: End, conclusion, Fin, EOF
(Note: Part one is two posts back and Part two is one post back)


I wonder if I ever woke up that day. Everything seemed to have come together when he came. And now he has to leave again.

I stare out towards the fields as I sit on the school roof. Vermillion is back at the house talking with my mom about something, he didn’t say. Today is his last day, he told me he was leaving tonight. I sigh to myself and close my eyes as a cool breeze blows in my face. Just one more day and he could have been here for the festival. I know we couldn’t have done much together, but whatever we could have done would have been enough.

A tear rolls down my cheek; here I go again, crying about something I have no control over. Why does he have to be this way? I rub my eyes as more tears fell. Why did I have to fall in love? I take a few deep breaths and try to calm myself down. Rachel told me once that crying about love means it is real; that if someone never feels pain in a relationship, then it wasn’t meant to be. It sounds like something Vermillion might say, but I hope she’s right.

“I knew you’d be here.” I turn around with a start, “My old habit seems to have transferred to you.” I just about broke down when I saw Vermillion. He stood there all ruffled: his big ears, pointed face, his scruffy hair. Just the way I remembered him, “I thought I’d at least talk to you once looking like I used to.” He smiles, “Are you just going to sit there? I know you’re aching to do something.”

I stare into his eyes for a moment; it really was him. I push myself up off the edge and run over to him, embracing him at full speed. I lock my arms around him and dig my face into his shoulder, tears flowing from my eyes, “Why do you have to leave?” I cry.
He holds me closer and strokes my hair, “Because it’s already been decided.”
I squeeze him tighter, “Why is everything you do decided already?”
“I wish I could tell you.”
“Why do I love you?”
He laughs slightly, “I wish I knew myself.”
I unlock my arms and step back a few steps; the cool breeze chilled my tear covered face. Vermillion laughs again and hands me a handkerchief, “You cry a lot.”
I blow my nose, “I don’t think you cry at all.”
“Ouch.”
“Well, I’ve never seen you.”
He sighs, “True. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, “No, you don’t have to be.” I watch as he walks by me to the edge of the roof, “I just thought I would never see you again.” I walk up next to him and look at his face; he stared blankly into the distance.
“Truth is, I never planned to come back at this point.” He rubs his head, “It’s just that Master has his own ideas and I really can’t go against what he says.”
I gently grab his hand and smile when he accepts, “Beggers can’t be choosers.”
“Sorry I can’t stay for the festival, but I think Master had planned it that way.”
“Yeah, it would have been nice.”


For two more years Vermillion fought with the special forces unit he was assigned to. I guess it was a test; a test to see whether my love was real. I was able to talk to him from time to time, but not as much as I had hoped. It was a lot for a young girl to deal with.

I still wonder sometimes, what he is thinking about when he looks up at the sky? I wonder if the sky he sees is the same as the sky that I see; where ever he might be right now. He may not return this time; that is my big worry. Who is he now? Is he still fighting? Only time and some massive information gathering can tell.

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Sunday, August 20, 2006

PART 2
(Part 1 is one post before)


Rachel gets back tomorrow. I sigh as I adjust my pillow. She’ll probably flip when I tell her what is going on. She may even pull him aside when she meets him. I wonder what time she gets back. The later the better though, that way I should have time to better explain the situation. I close my eyes and drift off to a dreamless sleep.
“Hey, wake up!” My pillow disappears from under my head.
“Ow,” The pillow stealer hit me with my pillow.
“Come on Nagie. Up.” I open my eyes, it was Rachel.
“What is it? What time is it?”
“Ten, and there is a strange man talking with your mom on the back porch.”
“That’s Leon.”
“Who?”
“You know, Leon.” I’m still not that awake.
“Who is Leon?”

I rub my eyes, “Someone from the GP station asking about Vermillion.” She put her hands on her hip and looks out my window. The scales on the back of her neck are twitching slightly, I think she is mad, ”Right, and…” The scales stopped twitching, she turns around, “Hold on a second.” She opens the door to my room, “No following.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. I can hear her open and close the front door, I look out my window waiting to see if I can catch a glimpse of what she is doing. Too bad she knows I have really good hearing, she’ll probably tell him too. I can hear someone enter the house. They are coming down the hall, a knock at my door, “Can I come in?” My mom asks through the door.
“Yeah.”

My door opens, “Rachel shood me away. I think she is even more suspicious of him than I am.” She sits down in the chair at my desk and watches out the window, “Ah, there they are.” She points to the two, they had walked pretty far from the house. Rachel looks really mad. She’s not yelling, but I know she wants to. “Leon looks like he is trying to defend himself and I don’t think he feels very confident with his progress.” Mom observes.
“I can see what you mean. Rachel really has him on the run.”
“Hey, look at that.” Mom and I watch as Rachel jumps up and slaps Leon in the back of the head. She then points to the ground and walks off in our direction. She gets to the window, “Nagie, come.” She calls through the glass, “Mrs. Kurasawa, stay.” She orders.
I look at Mom, “I guess it’s my turn.”
She laughs, “Give him one for me.”
“I trust the guy, but okay, just to make you happy.” I leave my room and head down the hall to the living room, Rachel is outside the door to meet me.
“I think you’ll like this.” She says as she closes the door behind me, “Come with me, Leon has something to say to you.”
“What?” I’m a bit confused.
“Just come, it will make since once he tells you.” Rachel takes my hand and starts to lead me to where she left Leon. Her scales were twitching again, something is brewing inside that head of hers. As we get closer to Leon I can see that he is embarrassed. “Leon, tell her.” Rachel orders as we stop in front of him.
“Nagie, I,” Leon stops.
“Leon.” Rachel glares at him.
Leon’s voice changes, “It’s me, Vermillion.”
“What?!” I can’t hide my shock.
“It’s true, I know Catboy when I sense him. He can’t hide from me.” Rachel declares.
“Why?” I so want to hit him now, “Why lie to me?”
“I wasn’t lying, just omitting the truth.”
“Don’t use that with me.” I push him.
“Fine, I had to. My superior ordered me to.” At least he sounds like he regrets it.
“What is going on?”
“Leave it at that, Nagie.” I look at Rachel.
“Why?”
“Catboy has his reasons. And at the moment, I think it’s best to let them be.”
“That’s kind of you, Lizard Girl.”
“Only this once, come back again like this and I’ll have your head.” Rachel shakes her fist.
“So you’re leaving still.” I feel really disappointed.
“I have a job, as long as they don’t find out.” I sigh, he can be such an idiot sometimes, “But you can be happy that you at least know where I am.”
“I can call you, right?”
“Sure, just not all the time. I will be really busy when I get back.”
“At least he has a less chance of death there.” Rachel consoles.
“Yeah, so what are you going to do for the rest of the week?” I ask Vermillion.
“Be Leon and since my secrets out, catch up on what I’ve missed.” The three of us start walking back to the house, “Can we still keep this a secret among us?” You’re pushing it. “I guess, just this once.” I see Mom in my window, “Oh yeah, I forgot.” I jump up and slap Vermillion in the back of the head, “For my mom.”

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Saturday, August 19, 2006

something old, something used
Okay, a little back story.
The piece I am posting is about two years old. It was used for an assignment in my Eglish Comp 1 class that I took while I was at Ft Carson. The assignment was to write about an event in your past, from a first person stand point. But since the teacher knew I am trying to write a book, she let me use one of the characters. This is one of my first atempts at writing in first person. It's a bit long so I am going to break it up through different posts.


PART 1

Another day wasted and I still can’t find anything out about where Vermillion has gone. It’s been over a year and a half since he disappeared, there should be something. Anything, damn it. My gut tells me that he has at least been to the Galactic Police station outside the system. So I went to the municipal center to see if I could find a link to the station. I could ask the bartender I met during my class’s field trip a year and a half ago; when I followed Vermillion around the station after he disappeared from the group. It was funny cause all Lilly, my teacher, said when she saw that he was missing was “You’re up, I suggest you keep him in line. I’ll send a mail when we are ready to leave.” It’s always up to me when it comes to Vermillion. And I’m useless at providing information to anyone about him as well.
Now, here’s my current problem. Am I awake? All these colors I see flying in front of my eyes. Maybe, I do hear music. But then again I hear music in my dreams all the time. Ah, the brief interlude where you learn the names of the songs just played. I’m awake. If Rachel wasn’t off seeing family in another town, I’d go bug her for a while. Knocking? Knocking equals door, “Coming!” I yell to the mysterious knocking. I run to the door and open it, “What can I do for you?” I ask a man that is clearly not from this planet. What mostly tipped me off were the ridges on his scalp. He is kinda nerdy looking too. “Are you Mrs. Kurasawa’s daughter, Nagie?” He asks in a calm tone.
“Yes I am,” Right now I’m feeling really confused, a bit worried but mostly confused, “Is this about my mom?”
“No, it’s about a friend of yours. A boy named…” Great, now he’s gone and done it. Being the topic of many worry attacks, just the mention of someone that could be Vermillion got my blood flowing. So, stressing out already, I overly dramatically grab his hand and ask, “Is he okay? Have you seen him?” The man looked like he wanted to laugh, I don’t blame him. “He’s fine. It’s okay.” Yeah, perfect. I just embarrassed myself in front of a stranger. I don’t know about you but at this time I felt the best course of action was to hear the man out. I closed the door behind me and felt like going for a walk. “Your mom said you two were close?” The man asks.
“As close as anyone can get with him.” Ain’t that the truth.
“What do you mean?” His tone of voice hasn’t changed at all.
“Why do you want to know?” And don’t lie.
“When I met him, I thought it was a bit weird that some kid was alone on the station.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“In the temple.” Well, at least he is not that bad. But still. A light breeze blew in my face, chilly. I look around, everyone was going about their day as usual. The winter festival isn’t till Sunday, so most are being lazy and haven’t started to prepare. I look back at the man, “So you are one of us as well?”
“I like the belief of this religion.” The man scratches his head, “But if I remember right, your species is not a big follower.”
“Vermillion welcomed me on a field trip a few years ago.” I look the man over, he is rubbing his wrist, “You work there, don’t you?”
“How do you know that?”
“Your watch, everyone who works there has one.”
“Good observation.”
Back on subject, “So when you saw Vermillion, he looked like this.” I take out my ‘have you seen this boy?’ picture from pocket and show it to the man.
“Yes.” His head wandered, he is probably thinking, “Wait, you’re shape-shifters. Now I get why you asked.”
“Yeah, so I don’t know, I just find it weird that he would be careless like that.” Actually he can be at times. That’s why I carry the picture.
“Imagine my surprise seeing a young boy alone, praying. I guess he was praying for you.”
“But I still don’t get the interest.”
“I talked with him a few days, it was hard to believe that he really is nine.”
“I’m nine.”
“Yes, I can see that. But he didn’t talk like he was. I know your species it more advanced in thought than mine but, shit, he was talking like he was in his fucking twenties.”
“Yeah, he’s that way. It annoys the hell out of me too sometimes.”

I guess I can see where he is coming from, but I still need more information on him. Where to take him? Ah, the hole in the cliff that looks out over the fields. They were just cut so the crystals should look good under the clouds. Better view means a more relaxed conversation, that’s what Rachel always says. It turns out that the man can fly too, so we had no trouble getting there. I almost thought I’d have to carry him down the cliff to it. We get there and, after a proper introduction, I start to quiz him on more about himself. His name is Leon, he really hasn’t started to work on the station yet, he is on leave before he starts actual work. That is why he’s here, I guess, since he has the time to waste. He says he has a week or so.
He came here on a personal shuttle I guess. I met her (the shuttle), she was a bit odd. Leon says he reprogrammed the computer to be more real. He didn’t do a half bad job, they bicker most of the time though. I got them on the topic of a name and there was more bickering. They sounded like brother and sister almost.
The computer’s name ended up to be Omoikane, meaning chime of hope or metal thought pending how it is written. I gave him till the end of the week to make one that I’d approve. Leon’s use of random languages was funny; he says that “the basic language used by the soldiers on the station is just a mogpog of other languages. A few weird words here, a few words from some underdeveloped planet there.” Yeah, so at times I had no idea what he was saying when he got lost in thought.


“You should sleep in my room.” I suggest after I pestered my mom enough to let Leon stay. He was just going to sleep in the back room of his shuttle on some hard table like bed thing. I won’t have any of that. Anyway, it was my mom’s idea to have him talk to me in the first place.
“Where are you going to sleep?” He asks.
“The couch or something,” I answer.
“No, I’ll sleep on the couch, it’s your house.”
“But I’ll fit on the couch.” Leon was 6” 2’, there is no way he’ll fit on the couch. Well it turns out he really doesn’t sleep much anyway. “36hrs schedule and all.” Yeah right, I’d still find time to sleep. That is not an excuse.

Days two and three of his visit were fairly productive. As far as I could tell, Leon had no bad intentions. Mom, though, is still biting her lip on this. She won’t tell me what it is about him that makes her worry. Dad is just going with the flow; he’s been so busy with work that he really hasn’t had much time with Leon. Except for the nights when he stays up to have a cup of tea after work.

I told Leon more about my relationship with Vermillion. I know I love the guy, and I know he has some strange quirky Vermillion sorta way of love for me. Leon, being from a more stricter and adult oriented society (I even think they have arranged marriages there too, but I didn’t ask), had a hard time following how two nine year olds could even think about love. Especially during a war. I answer with “I’m nine, why should I worry about a war that hasn’t hit this town yet.” But then again, Vermillion could be on the planet we are at war with. I wish I could understand why, but I was just barely able to get the fact that he wanted to help with the war, out before he up and disappeared.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I'M NOT A PASTERY!!!
It is 150 deg F outside right now. WTF! Do I look like a cake? A muffin? Hell, do I look like a pot roast?!?

Apart from that, finally got around to watching the first two discs of Kamichu. I like it so far. Kinda quiet, kinda fun, kinda different.

I got around to writing some stuff yesterday, but since it fits only into the larger story, posting it here would make no sense. But I got it written all the same.

...Yellow teeth

Falling leaf

Flying cars

No smoking in bars

How many people with ADD does it take to screw in a light bulb?


...Bouncy, bounce goes the big pink ball

Yet who really cares at all

I look in a mirror as I bounce by

Holy crap, it seems I'm a guy

Bouncy, bounce I go down the street

Man I wish I had feet


...I'm going to copy write you, so sue me

Load and noise are your muzac

so you can lick my &%$# @#$k

Oh no, oh no, what have I said

Must have been all that lead

Givin' it all to my god

Only to be hit by a spit wad


...flying down the highway free and clear

or so I thought, till I hit the steer

Moo Moo-ve over you fat thing

or I will slice you with my wing

Speeding again at top speed

Man I love this stuff called weed


...little round seeds grow through the beer

making the sensation al the more queer

the world dances on yellow balloons

making me laugh like a purple baboon

Stirring the jucie makes it bubble

So I'm further out than the hubble


... Oh how I feel like a sausage made of pudding rolling along a road of apple sauce.

Mmm Mmm good, said the lawyer as I speed on by.

I turn down an alley full of witches brewin their brews

Here's to hopin they don't go using me too

I pass on by safe as a bear, only to fall down some chocolate stairs

Down and down I go, man I hungry for some more
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Monday, August 14, 2006

The World Infinity.0
With a new .Hack series and game moving out into the spotlight. Also the novels, I have some words of wisdom I wrote back when the first set came out. That along with my love of Lain.
Ah, the days of random email battles over the post outlook account with my friend.

Ancient Japanese secret 1

The World is not what it seems, one can lose ones' self in the World if they are not careful. The World cause one to be come looped in thought for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever, in a never ending loop in your mind. You will dissintegrate into nothing if you are drained in an upside-down world. There is no end to this wave that is coming, this new World order. All you can do is watch as the World as you know it is destroyed. What is your choise at dealing with it.


Ancient Japanese Secret 2

Even though there is another world out there, it was upgraded and now we have The World. Or maybe it was the wired that was derived from this World. Where in there are backdoors to everything and choises are already made before they exist. But still, maybe there is a reason to everything, maybe things can be explained by science and geology. Or maybe there are no reasons and this is just organized chaos. In a world that is not our own. A world where there are no restrictions to the code that is made. A world where panty shots are plentiful. A world where we can be happy.

Ancient Japanese Secret 3

Falling into place are the peaces to make a better world. This will be good because I never get a piece of the pie when it is sliced. Though we nevr get what we want without it bringing the end of the world. The eva of destruction is only one peach vermooth shot away. We will see the true god when it shows the home movies of Her. Looking back on the life that is before me, I saw that there is no hope of piece for the other land. With what I had on that journey I feel dirt poor, my Chi was dimming and I couldn't save the screen from disintigration. I am lost, alone, and it is hot.
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Saturday, August 12, 2006

Snakes on a plane
Did you know, or do you even care, that you can no longer bring any kind of liquid on a plane?

And if your going to the states from the UK, no carry on what so ever.

I say they should just ban flying out right and make us all evolve telepotation abilities.

But, alas, this is not a comic book. Nor some knock off hollywood movie.

Please oh please, why must everything be so lame!!!!!

Oh woh is me. What a world what a world.

Play, play, play.

Finished the Shuffle! anime, I so thought Asa was gonna die. Kaede, psycho bitch, OMG, that was a wonderful breakdown. Almost on par with Mion and Rena from Higurashi no Naku Koro ni.
Emo
Nuff said


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Wednesday, August 9, 2006

And so it is like the black sock
I know I've posted thing I've written and some of them feel like they are pert of something bigger.
They are, in a basic sense.
I've been writing around these characters for a few years now. It started out small and fairly one dimensional, and has grown consiterably since. I'd like to, if I can finish, publish a book or two. Or at least a few short stories set in that universe.
Problem is, I can't seem to figure out what muses me. Sometimes I can write for 8 hours a day for a week, and sometimes I get nothing for months. WHY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!????

Maybe it's because I don't know if what I have is good or not. Maybe that's why I post pieces.
I don't know. -_-
It'll come to me one day, soon I hope.

I'll leave you with this:

"If it wasn't for my horse, I wouldn't have had that year in college."


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Sunday, August 6, 2006

Holy hell shit monger
Why do I have to be so busy.
I know it's a war and all, but still.

Started to play Valkyrie Profile for PSP. Never played it on the PS1 but I thought is looked cool when I watched my friend.

I have been so unmotivated to write it is ungodly. and unproductive. I want to know where my insperation went. TELL ME!!!


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Sunday, July 30, 2006

I have this unintentional sence of coming doom
Can't tell you why but yeah, I have it.

Super horror/emo facial factor recommendation of the week: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni
http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=6134

This gets my complinents to being really F'ed up
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Saturday, July 22, 2006

Continuing
Not too long after my last post, I had a thought.
So I went to yesasia and looked up some artists.
S.E.S.- A korean/japanese group. All their CDs have great reviews, I've only heard one of their songs.
Lee Soo Young-Also Korean. I have a couple of her songs. She has a wonderful voice, very distinct and her songs are very lovely.

I'm atempting to make room on my IPod for all the music I want, 20 gb and it's basically full. I'm compressing some of the less used songs and removing the ones I no longer listen to. Freed about 2 gb.

I also need a TV or atleast something to play Xenosaga 3 on. It looks so hawt. MOMO is so hawt in this one. The first two she was cute, but in this one they've made her hawt. *sigh* Maybe I'm turning loli, damn. My friends will be happy though. Some one else to share their collections with. *sigh* Damn it. Maybe it's just a phase
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