Auruyasha: This is a reposting of Heaven's Corridor. Since I seem to have plenty of writer's block to go around, I decided to split the chapter's up by the subsections. Anyway, I hope to see more review this time around, and thank you to that special reviewer who I know loved this story! You shall always be held in high regard from now on, since you were my first reviewer for this story! I continue this for you!
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Chapter 1: Sol, Luna, and the Eclipsed Sun
"Hey, look! It's that bitch from Señora Garcia's class!"
"Isn't she supposed to be, like, you know, expelled or something?"
"I heard she went to Juvenile Hall for burning down the World Geography room."
"No way! I heard she was convicted for some type of felony."
There it is again. Those damn rumors. I hate what they say about me, but it is true in one sense, though I never committed those crimes. My twin did. She's always thought she was God's gift to man, and thought that she would get away with anything. My dad's had to bust her out of jail five times this summer. I really can't help but be amazed that we came from the same womb, much less that we are almost identical in appearance. The only thing that tells us apart is either our personalities or . . . the scars on our arms. She has one on her right, and mine on my left. We were actually conjoined twins, but we were merely joined at our arms with a thin membrane, but also at our heads. We didn't share that much skin, thank goodness, or else we'd have both died. No. It was like the same with our arms: our heads were stuck together with a very thin membrane. The only thing I can remember was looking across at my sister and thinking, 'Please don't let her die. If anyone is to die, let it be me.'
For some reason, I was extremely intelligent, even as a baby. Though, because my sister ruined my life enough as it is, I only did the work at my sister's grade level. I don't know why, but she's never been as intelligent as me. She's always been the NORMAL one, the one that's always had the guys flock to her, the one that never got in trouble, the one that even my parents bowed down too!
I know I may sound a little jealous, but I'm not. I could never be mad at my own sister, my mirror image.
I turned around to look at the ones gossiping about me, and I almost cry; they were the two guys I've always liked. They were gossiping about me . . . and now, I could never even approach them, they were so sure that I'd done all those bad things.
I forgot to mention that I've been called a whore as well. My sister has always taken it upon herself to please the boys at all our schools, and since we are near identical, they think it was me doing that to them. In their eyes, I'm nothing but a whore trying to earn some big bucks.
Sighing, I just walked away back to my 7th period, since I had A lunch on B days. It was rather tiring, this whole thing about how wild my sister was. It is also kind of strange; she is everything I've always wanted to be, yet never had the courage to do so. My sister would always win at everything, including getting a good friend. Nobody wanted to be my friend, ever since my sister had started acting all wild and crazy.
I sigh now, again, as I thought of her latest escapade: she'd been in the back of her boyfriend's car, in the 69 position, when a third person went in and started making out with them, too. And if I'd told anybody, they'd just either think I was snitching on my sister or that I was lying and it had been me. Of course, it hadn't, but I had been the one to catch all three of them. It had been quite embarrassing from someone like me who's never even kissed anyone before. In fact, I hadn't even been hugged in nine years . . . I haven't been hugged since the day my mother died.
I watched as the classroom filled slowly, each and every one just choosing a random spot close to their friends and setting their backpacks down on the ground, immediately starting to gossip about who did this and who did that. I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of always living in the shadow of my twin. I'm tired of living this miserable existence.
All of a sudden, everyone gasped around me as the lights dimmed, and most of the students rushed to the window, gaping up at the sky at what they saw. I rose up to my full height and looked above their heads, and even I, and I'm rarely surprised by everything, was shocked to see the sun being eclipsed faster then it should have been. "Spread your wings, little fledgling Take flight in the cool air mists Feel the whoosh past your white wings Flying in the sky." I held my breath, hearing a smooth masculine voice being whispered into my ear. Time seemed to slow, as the rest of my classmates kept staring at the darkening sun, and I turned around as if in a dream to look for who had said those words that sounded somehow familiar. "You shall see great lands And far away places you never dreamed possible So spread your wings, Great Bird You are strong." I gasped at who stood before me, smirking slightly. He could not be here, because here in my world he did not exist. He couldn't exist. He was a figment of everyone's minds! "Who are you?!" I cried, grasping my jadeite beetle in panic.
He just continued to stare at me as if in a trance. "I will see you someday, among the beautiful clouds And know that I am with you Maybe not in flesh But always in spirit." My breath hitched, but I didn't know why. This whole thing was confusing, and it seemed that the others could not see what I did. This was definitely out of the ordinary. My eyes started to widen, as I tried to grasp what the meaning of this whole thing was. "Hang on, my friend I'll never let you down Or fall from the enormous skies filled with adventures." My vision of the classroom started to fade, replaced with the site of a dense forested area in which stood a large tree of unrecognizable origin and a well. I blinked, wondering vaguely if I was going insane.
I looked around momentarily before looking back at him. He was as before, staring straight through me in a trance and reciting those words that seemed to entice me to stay in this world that was materializing before me. "Here and there we travel great skies so vast Never regretting the decisions we made as kids But now that we've seen all there is to see I don't know if I ever want to land." I gasped, falling backwards as dizziness enveloped my being. "No!!" I screamed, falling hard onto the hard linoleum that covered the classroom floor, and I knew I was safe then, safe from that world I was not supposed to see as reality. Safe from that frightening man who had piqued my interest in history.
I could not believe that I had just seen Sesshoumaru.
"Angie, are you alright?" my World History teacher, Mr. Simons, asked me curiously, standing over me.
I blushed slightly, not enough to tell, though, and shot up, returning to take my seat as all the others were doing so. I looked out the window and was surprised to see the solar eclipse had lasted only long enough for Sesshoumaru to complete his eerie poem/song. I shuddered to think what would've happened if I'd actually went through with it and stayed there . . .
Wait a second! What the hell am I thinking? Maybe I am going insane, from all these years of repressing my intelligence so as not to draw too much attention towards myself. Or maybe it was because of those blasted rumors...
All I knew right then was that whatever had happened, I hadn't been hallucinating. It had been real.
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After that eerie incident earlier today, I decided it was time to brush up on the only past time that my sister never liked: writing fanfiction for my favorite anime, of which that Sesshoumaru person was a part. Of course, after I had hitched a ride with my carpool, I'd rushed onto the Internet as fast as I could to check the reviews I'd gotten for some of my latest fics. There wasn't much, but I hadn't expected any when I'd first started it. But unfortunately, most of them were flames. I sighed as I noticed a lot more flames. Only a few people said it was good, but the majority said things like "Take it off", "It sucks!", bust most of them said "Why are you writing fanfics anyway?". I brushed away the tears forming in my eyes. Even on the Internet, the most secretive of places, people did not like me.
"I just wish that I didn't have to lead such a life," I whispered aloud, logging off and took my floppy disk out of the hard drive, walking sullenly back to my own room. Thank goodness I didn't have to share it with my sister . . .
I turned my PC on, flicking it over to one of my favorite usernames. I waited for a little while for it to boot up to that username, afterwards accessing my latest fanfic. It hadn't been the one I was posting, but rather one for my own enjoyment. I rather liked writing, and my mother used to say, even thought I was barely six, that I wrote as well as some of the world's top novelists. Unfortunately, my sister had just started getting all wild and crazy, and then my mother died. She'd died of a brain tumor, but I knew it was something else. I knew my father had deliberately told me a lie so as not to worry. But I did. I was also rather confused as why would a human die of an earwig? Later, I came to realize that is was because the earwig had been female and had laid eggs in my mother's brain. I was never the same again.
Shaking my head, I sighed and began typing, my fingers dancing over the keyboard in an attempt to get down all my thoughts about the story, forming it into an intricate web of plots, twists, and confusion.
Much later, about three hours or so, my sister, Alex, burst into the room and flung herself on my bed. "Hey, twister!" She smiled foolishly, grabbing one of the many mangas littering my floor and flipping through a few pages. She snorted and tossed it at me, barely missing my ear. "Stupid idiot!" She cursed, jumping up and hitting me on the cheek, so hard I was sure it wouldn't be long before I was sporting a decent sized black bruise. She was the stronger one, naturally.
"Don't do that, Alex." I said quietly, keeping my eyes trained on the computer screen. She just snorted and gave me a noogie, but a very playful one that you'd expect two siblings to share. It was deliberately painful. "Dumb-ass." She said simply, flinging herself back down on my bed. "Heard you made an ass of yourself in Mr. Simons class today," she told me, staring up at my blank ceiling. How different we were, someone at least could have told us apart.
I blinked and lowered my gaze to my lap. It had been true, because nearly everyone had asked me why I had fallen backwards, screaming.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her malicious grin. She knew she was hitting a sore spot with her vicious words. "Oh! So you DID make an ass of yourself today? I thought that wasn't you, Angie!" She screamed with laughter, annoying me to no end with her maddening high-pitched voice.
Finally snapping, I stood up so fast my chair flipped backwards and I slapped her without thinking, scratching her with my long nails. I don't really care about my nails, but I had sharpened them into points to resemble claws just for fun. They drew blood, marring her disgustingly haughty face loaded with make-up.
In that moment, we did not look alike at all. Our personalities had changed our appearances so much, it was almost if that we were not even related.
I growled incoherently, glaring at her with such venom that only later I realized that I had finally did what I'd always wanted to.
Her hand touched her pale cheek with trembling fingers, coming away soaked in blood, powder, and blush. She stared at me with the eyes of a panicked and frightened creature. I was sure as the nine hells that she finally realized that I was completely different then what I portrayed on the outside. I think she finally realized that true strength came deep within your body, not from physical feelings. Mine came from my mentality and emotions, spurred on from being treated harshly during my young life.
She finally came to terms that I would not be treated ugly by her anymore, so she did the only thing she could at the moment: she ran to our father, crying over and over how I'd hurt her.
At that moment, I didn't care that I'd probably get whipped or spanked for daring to touch my 'goddess' sister. I only cared that I had finally showed her what it felt like to be frightened of something, dreading what that person would do if you were to push them just an inch farther then they were.
At that moment, I fainted.
High above the ground, the moon appeared and began moving of its own accord across the sky towards the sun, enveloping it in its cold embrace. The two became one, and the one they became was more glorious then anyone ever could imagine. The gods Sol and Luna had become one being.
End Chapter: Sol, Luna, and the Eclipsed Sun