Sunday, April 17, 2005

   Sunday!!!!!
Whoo it feels like Monday already though, the weekend has been fun.
Well, Hardcore_Otaku actually sent her fanfic in at 11:27 so we have to redo the contest...here is her fanfic (i'd post tiggerola's, but i misplaced it...darn....):
RETURN ME TO YOUR SIDE
“Where does the King of Hell go when he dies?”

Prologue

“Take me with you,” I said, my eyes closed as tightly as possible, not wanting to see that he was dying. “I don’t care if I have to die. Take me with you…”

Ororon did not respond. He was far too injured to do much of anything by now. All he could do was sit there, blood dripping down his face, his arms, his entire body, as I cried and begged for him not to leave me.

Throughout all the chaos, God watched carelessly from above. He had warned me once in my dreams before. “You should break up with the devil. The two of you should never have met,” I was told. But I didn’t listen, because I loved Ororon with all my being, and nothing could stop me from leaving him.

And finally I understood why God had told me that. In the short time that I had known Ororon, I had seen more blood than I could have imagined. Now… now Lika and Shiro were gone as well. The last thing Lika ever said to me was, “Run away…” It was all so much more painful knowing that if it hadn’t been for me, maybe they could have lived. If I hadn’t been born, no one would have had to suffer so much.

Oscar had cut my leg with an axe. I fell to the ground, but the pain didn’t seem to matter anymore. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ororon get up. A slight glimmer of hope ran through my body… maybe he was stronger, maybe he could have a chance at living.

“O…Oscar…” he muttered. Suddenly his eyes raged with fury. “You and I have made too many mistakes, now. A magic circle appeared around him. “It’s too late… It’s too late.”

From the circle emerged a ferocious dragon. Flames surrounded it as it roared with rage. The dragon rushed towards Oscar, who simply smiled as it devoured him. Meanwhile, Ororon, losing all strength, fell to the ground, dead. Garo and Othello were too late to save him. Othello laughed. But through his laughter, he quaked with anger. A black-haired boy I’ve never met closed your eyes. Then everything was done.

Right. So it was in the fall of my fifteenth year… that my first love died.

Chapter 1

“Ororon,” I whispered, sitting on the side of my bed. “You lied to me. You said you would never leave me. That you’d be with me until my dying day…”

Today was the day. It had been exactly 5 years since he had died. Five years. One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six days. Has it really been 5 years? I wondered to myself. I wasn’t sure if it had seemed longer or shorter. In a way, it felt like I had been with him only yesterday… but at the same time, I felt as if he had been gone forever. The memory of his death was still fresh in my mind but… sometimes it feels so far away, almost like it was never real.

The population of Japan seemed to believe that it was never real. The massive amounts of casualties from the fight five years ago had been blamed on a huge earthquake. Houses, shops, and buildings were reconstructed. People mourned the dead, but carried on as they normally would. Most people had no memory of Garo, Osero, Kuro, Shiro, Oscar, Lika, or Ororon.

The only one who was still with me was Kuro, Shiro’s little brother. I had let him stay with me after everything was over. But… I had wanted nothing to do with Othello. If he had stayed with us before, instead of going off with Garo… maybe the tragedy could have been prevented. So, it was just me and Kuro now. He must have been at least 15 by now… I had never thought about his age before.

Today would be hard for him, as it would for me. I sighed. “I’ll have to do something nice for him.” But before I could think of anything, Kuro was in my room. He looked so much different from the Kuro I had met five years ago. He was taller, more mature, and… he looked almost exactly like his brother. It was a shame that Shiro couldn’t see him. He would have laughed at how similar they looked…

I noticed his eyes were red from crying, just like mine. As I approached him, I put my hand on his shoulder. It was amazing how tall he had gotten. I had to look up at him, whereas five years ago I had to bend down to see him eye to eye. “Are you alright?” I asked him.

He nodded and offered a small smile. “I think I’ll be fine,” he replied. He looked down and noticed, “You can’t see your scars as well anymore. It seems like they’re fading, even if it’s only a little.”

I looked down at my wrist. The scars from past attempted suicides were still there, but as Kuro pointed out, seemed to be somewhat healing. But even if they were fading, people continued to stare at the scars whenever they saw me—the few times I even bothered to go out into public, that is. I nodded and replied, “You’re right…” Silently, I thought, But I wish you never found me that first time…

I had given up trying to end my life a couple of years ago. Somehow, something always went wrong. Someone would find me, or I would get nervous and do it incorrectly, or I would realize that there were other responsibilities to take care of first… like taking care of Kuro.

“Hey, Chiaki… let’s do something fun today. We can go to the park or something…”

The park. The thought hit hard. Ororon met the Pi-tie-pat tribe there. Even if I hadn’t been awake at the time, it hurt to think about it now. Because… if he hadn’t been with me that day, they wouldn’t have attacked him. All they wanted was to eat… to eat me, no less, but it was still simply their instinct. I blinked and a tear leaked out. Kuro quickly realized his mistake and told me, “I’m sorry, what if we just go to the arcade instead?”

I sighed. “It’s okay. I think I’ll just stay home today if it’s alright with you.” I paused, thinking. “But don’t let that stop you from having a good time,” I continued, handing him a $20 bill. “Go ahead, have fun at the arcade for me, okay?”

I smiled at him. Kuro looked down at the bill, then up at me, then back at the bill again. “Thank you…” he said, and gave me a hug. I closed my eyes, loosing myself for a moment. I felt Ororon’s arms rather than Kuro’s embracing me. It was almost as if Kuro were no longer Kuro. He was Ororon now. And Ororon would stay with me forever and ever…

As Kuro left my arms, I snapped back to reality. I nearly lost my balance from leaning against him so much. Kuro gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled as he grabbed his wallet. When Kuro got to the door, he waved good-bye to me. As the door closed, I sat down and looked at my wrists again. Kuro would be gone for at least an hour. That would be plenty of time… and he was old enough to take care of himself now. Today’s the day, I decided.

Chapter 2

With my decision fresh in my mind, I decided to make a few arrangements before I carried out the plan. To begin, I collected four lilies from the garden in the front yard. Calmly, I walked out the back door. There were four grave markers, each bearing one of my friends’ names. I read them to myself.

“Jack’s Grave.”

“Shiro’s Grave.”

“Lika’s Grave.”

“O… Ororon’s Grave.”

The first lily was for Jack. He was Kuro’s friend back when I had first met him. One day, Kuro had come crying to me because Jack was hit by a car and died. So we buried him in the yard. Shiro had been unsympathetic, but later decided that he was sorry for laughing at Kuro, and apologized. Both had been close to Kuro, so it seemed only fitting that Shiro’s grave was next to Jack’s. I chuckled, thinking it odd to still be placing flowers on Jack’s grave. But it seemed necessary, since it wouldn’t be fair to leave him out.

I placed one of my lilies on Shiro’s grave. Then I continued to Lika’s, and finally on to Ororon’s. I paused. What was the last thing he had said to me? I could barely remember it any more. I knelt down by his grave, and stroked the makeshift tombstone.

“Ororon, where did you go…? You’re no longer on this place we call ‘Earth’… you came from Hell, and there’s no way you could be in Heaven.” In the same way, I had nowhere to go when I died either, especially not Heaven. Half-angels were forbidden in Heaven. In fact, it was surprising that those in Heaven had not killed me earlier.

Maybe when I died, I could be wherever it was that Ororon went to. It couldn’t hurt to try. It’s not like he would ever be on Earth again. Pulling a razor from my jacket pocket, I stared down at my wrist one more time. This time it would work. This time there couldn’t be anything wrong. And, even if I didn’t find Ororon in the afterlife, at least our bodies would be together.

One quick slit would work. Don’t look back, I told myself. Do it without any regrets. I took a deep breath and let the razor slice my skin, right at the artery. It didn’t hurt at all. In fact, the blood flowing out of my body gave out an exhilarating feeling. I smiled to myself.

The blood on my skin felt so warm. Yet at the same time, my entire body was beginning to feel cold. My vision wasn’t as good – everything was blurry. I wondered if this is what Ororon felt like? With that, I closed my eyes and thought one final thought before I everything faded.

Let’s be together, Ororon.
Forever in the darkness.

~owarimasu~

That was a great one! I dunno, then....um.....I'll grade it and think of who will be the winner!

And I am thinking of always having some kind of contest, the next contest will be a best site contest!!!
Rules:
Signup deadline is one week from today
I will pick one judge (you can sign up for that too, but if you wanna be a judge you can't be a contestant) to help me pick a winner but i get the final say
We (the judges) will grade upon:
Creativity (10 pts possible)
If it's interesting (15 pts possible)
Time and effort put in to it (15 pts possible)
and
The layout look (20 pts possible)
so total 60 pts possible!
Good luck!



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