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Side Note: I will use Japanese names in the story, and may use a few Japanese or Chinese words. I know about two words in Chinese, and a few in Japanese. All you need to know is listed below.Though if you're an avid anime fanfiction reader, you should know all of this. Please don't get too annoyed when I do so. I don't do it on purpose, it's just my fanfiction mode writing style.
English-Japanese
Jeri-Juri
Takato-Takato
Henry-Jenrya (Last name is Lee)
Suzy-Shuicon (Last name is Lee)
Rika-Ruki (Last name is Makino)
Kenta-Kenta
Kazu-Hirakazu
Ryo-Ryo
Various Words and phrases (Japanese and Chinese to English.):
1) Ohayou - hello 2) onii - brother 3) Yo - yo 4) chotto matte - wait a minute, hold on 5) hai - yes 6) Tadaima - I'm home 7) Gomen nasai - I'm sorry 8) Daijoubu - okay 9) Arigatou - Thanks 10) Hontou - Really? 11) Ne - like asking for agreement.like putting 'okay?' at the end of a sentence 12) Ano. - ummm. 13) Baka - silly, stupid...a million things really...all depends on the context 14) O-yasumi - goodnight 15) Onegai - please 16) furin: a wind bell with a small piece of paper hanging from it; seen in a lot of animé 17) zettai daijoubu desu yo - everything will always be alright! 18) Sono mama de iinda - stay the way you are 18) hanasa nai de - please don't leave me/ don't let go Ikimasu! - let's go 19) Wo ai ni - I love you 20) Aishiteru - I love you 21) Konbanwa - Good evening 22) Konnichiwa - Good morning 23) Kawaii - cute 24) Ogenki desuka - How are you? 25) Daijoubu desuka - Are you alright?
Hues of Violet, Shades of Gray~~A Digimon Tamers Fanfiction
By Forever3330
Prologue: Expression Equals Impossible
Things tended to swirl around and mix and blur together until there were no more lines dividing them, telling you clearly what was what. Memories became so befuddled that all you could recognize was a few colors and shapes. Everything simply existed and went on.
Even if it left you wishing you could stop and run and hide and sleep away eternity. Nothing was there to comfort you.
"Makino-san." A tall blonde teacher glanced at the blank canvas in front of her student. Sighing, she pushed her glasses further up her nose. "Haven't you thought of what you want to do yet? It's been a week."
"I'm still not clear on the assignment, Yamasaki-sensei." The violet- eyed girl's tone was polite and precise, but distant. She didn't seem to care much.
"Please, call me Mitsuo. I'm not old enough to be referred to with such.respect. Let me at least pretend I'm not, anyways." She laughed slightly. "Makino-san, all I want you to do is express yourself. It needn't be in paint only. You can do poetry, carve, record a song, do anything you want, well, within school rules."
Ruki stared at her teacher. Was that supposed to help? "That's not a clear assignment."
"It isn't supposed to be."
"What does any of this have to do with Music?" The auburn haired girl tilted her head to one side, pushing a few loose strands out of the way. Her hair color had deepened over the years, and it now reached her shoulders. It was pulled back in a French braid now, if only because Juri had slept over the night before.
"Music is something that needs to come freely. Therefore, Makino- san, you need to learn how to free yourself." Mitsuo straightened. "You may play the piano perfectly, but I want to hear emotion inside of it."
Ruki nodded, acting as if all of this suddenly, magically made sense. As if. Mitsuo smiled, and moved on to the next struggling student. "I don't believe I'm chained." The girl muttered. How to express emotion. Joy. Mitsuo was right, though. She could play without missing a note, but it sounded hollow, even to her. That was why she was taking this class.
Like it mattered anymore if she could do piano. Slowly, her grades were dropping to B's and C's. They would probably go lower, though she fought the battle with all the strength she could muster, but it was a struggle already to keep her few precious B's. Her mother didn't quite care anyways. Music she had been doing well in, until they lost their old teacher, who simply gave them Music Theory books to read and note and memorize, and gotten Mitsuo, a fresh new teacher who had insane ideas.
Slowly, her perfect image was being shattered, revealing what lay beneath. Revealing her. She did not like that. New pressures, new problems, everything breaking. Her Mother had started dating again, getting her heart broken at least once a week, and always looking for Ruki to help. Her Grandmother had gone on a year-long cruise, wanting to get out for a while, not like the auburn-haired girl could blame her. The Tamers were having a few on and off problems in the Digiworld, but nothing too serious. The fights they were having amongst themselves were far more serious.
Ruki looked down at her hands. Her wrists had scars running across them, old and new. She never actually went through with anything fully. She just went far enough to FEEL something. Anything. Then she would go and find her Grandmother's medical supplies and fix it up to look like something else had happened. Then it was off to the hospital to get 'better'. She was starting to want to go through with it. To keep her thoughts away from the idea, she had begun burying herself within her studies and the Digimon Card game. Still, it was hard to keep concentrated. None of the Tamers had noticed; they went to a different school, and she made sure to keep her image picture-perfect around them, no matter how much it wore her out.
And now, of all times, she had to deal with her unofficial place being taken over. Usually she'd just supply any firepower needed, sarcasm being her secondary job. Now Ryo, the jerk, was taking over the firepower. And it annoyed the hell out of Ruki, who did not like to have her position taken. Especially when it was by one of the only people who could beat her at the Digimon Card Game.
This was all getting to be way too much to handle. Sighing, she dipped her brush into a jar of red paint. Then she swiftly painted a few strokes, then stopped, stood, and stepped back.
"Makino-san?" Mika, the girl next to her, looked at what Ruki had drawn, and she tilted her head. Three jagged lines. "Um.what's that supposed to be?"
"Another sure sign that I'm no artist." Ruki turned and walked out of the room.
"Wait! Class isn't over yet!" Mika sighed when she saw the other girl disappear into the hallways. Oh well. She still had work to do.
END PROLOGUE
Side Note: I will use Japanese names in the story, and may use a few Japanese or Chinese words. I know about two words in Chinese, and a few in Japanese. All you need to know is listed below.Though if you're an avid anime fanfiction reader, you should know all of this. Please don't get too annoyed when I do so. I don't do it on purpose, it's just my fanfiction mode writing style.
English-Japanese
Jeri-Juri
Takato-Takato
Henry-Jenrya (Last name is Lee)
Suzy-Shuicon (Last name is Lee)
Rika-Ruki (Last name is Makino)
Kenta-Kenta
Kazu-Hirakazu
Ryo-Ryo
Various Words and phrases (Japanese and Chinese to English.):
1) Ohayou - hello 2) onii - brother 3) Yo - yo 4) chotto matte - wait a minute, hold on 5) hai - yes 6) Tadaima - I'm home 7) Gomen nasai - I'm sorry 8) Daijoubu - okay 9) Arigatou - Thanks 10) Hontou - Really? 11) Ne - like asking for agreement.like putting 'okay?' at the end of a sentence 12) Ano. - ummm. 13) Baka - silly, stupid...a million things really...all depends on the context 14) O-yasumi - goodnight 15) Onegai - please 16) furin: a wind bell with a small piece of paper hanging from it; seen in a lot of animé 17) zettai daijoubu desu yo - everything will always be alright! 18) Sono mama de iinda - stay the way you are 18) hanasa nai de - please don't leave me/ don't let go Ikimasu! - let's go 19) Wo ai ni - I love you 20) Aishiteru - I love you 21) Konbanwa - Good evening 22) Konnichiwa - Good morning 23) Kawaii - cute 24) Ogenki desuka - How are you? 25) Daijoubu desuka - Are you alright?
Hues of Violet, Shades of Gray~~A Digimon Tamers Fanfiction
By Forever3330
Prologue: Expression Equals Impossible
Things tended to swirl around and mix and blur together until there were no more lines dividing them, telling you clearly what was what. Memories became so befuddled that all you could recognize was a few colors and shapes. Everything simply existed and went on.
Even if it left you wishing you could stop and run and hide and sleep away eternity. Nothing was there to comfort you.
"Makino-san." A tall blonde teacher glanced at the blank canvas in front of her student. Sighing, she pushed her glasses further up her nose. "Haven't you thought of what you want to do yet? It's been a week."
"I'm still not clear on the assignment, Yamasaki-sensei." The violet- eyed girl's tone was polite and precise, but distant. She didn't seem to care much.
"Please, call me Mitsuo. I'm not old enough to be referred to with such.respect. Let me at least pretend I'm not, anyways." She laughed slightly. "Makino-san, all I want you to do is express yourself. It needn't be in paint only. You can do poetry, carve, record a song, do anything you want, well, within school rules."
Ruki stared at her teacher. Was that supposed to help? "That's not a clear assignment."
"It isn't supposed to be."
"What does any of this have to do with Music?" The auburn haired girl tilted her head to one side, pushing a few loose strands out of the way. Her hair color had deepened over the years, and it now reached her shoulders. It was pulled back in a French braid now, if only because Juri had slept over the night before.
"Music is something that needs to come freely. Therefore, Makino- san, you need to learn how to free yourself." Mitsuo straightened. "You may play the piano perfectly, but I want to hear emotion inside of it."
Ruki nodded, acting as if all of this suddenly, magically made sense. As if. Mitsuo smiled, and moved on to the next struggling student. "I don't believe I'm chained." The girl muttered. How to express emotion. Joy. Mitsuo was right, though. She could play without missing a note, but it sounded hollow, even to her. That was why she was taking this class.
Like it mattered anymore if she could do piano. Slowly, her grades were dropping to B's and C's. They would probably go lower, though she fought the battle with all the strength she could muster, but it was a struggle already to keep her few precious B's. Her mother didn't quite care anyways. Music she had been doing well in, until they lost their old teacher, who simply gave them Music Theory books to read and note and memorize, and gotten Mitsuo, a fresh new teacher who had insane ideas.
Slowly, her perfect image was being shattered, revealing what lay beneath. Revealing her. She did not like that. New pressures, new problems, everything breaking. Her Mother had started dating again, getting her heart broken at least once a week, and always looking for Ruki to help. Her Grandmother had gone on a year-long cruise, wanting to get out for a while, not like the auburn-haired girl could blame her. The Tamers were having a few on and off problems in the Digiworld, but nothing too serious. The fights they were having amongst themselves were far more serious.
Ruki looked down at her hands. Her wrists had scars running across them, old and new. She never actually went through with anything fully. She just went far enough to FEEL something. Anything. Then she would go and find her Grandmother's medical supplies and fix it up to look like something else had happened. Then it was off to the hospital to get 'better'. She was starting to want to go through with it. To keep her thoughts away from the idea, she had begun burying herself within her studies and the Digimon Card game. Still, it was hard to keep concentrated. None of the Tamers had noticed; they went to a different school, and she made sure to keep her image picture-perfect around them, no matter how much it wore her out.
And now, of all times, she had to deal with her unofficial place being taken over. Usually she'd just supply any firepower needed, sarcasm being her secondary job. Now Ryo, the jerk, was taking over the firepower. And it annoyed the hell out of Ruki, who did not like to have her position taken. Especially when it was by one of the only people who could beat her at the Digimon Card Game.
This was all getting to be way too much to handle. Sighing, she dipped her brush into a jar of red paint. Then she swiftly painted a few strokes, then stopped, stood, and stepped back.
"Makino-san?" Mika, the girl next to her, looked at what Ruki had drawn, and she tilted her head. Three jagged lines. "Um.what's that supposed to be?"
"Another sure sign that I'm no artist." Ruki turned and walked out of the room.
"Wait! Class isn't over yet!" Mika sighed when she saw the other girl disappear into the hallways. Oh well. She still had work to do.
END PROLOGUE
