Hey! Well here's another new story and well, let's just say it's a bit depressing. I'm in a good mood writing extremely depressing stories...go figure. Well...another chapter to Shadows of Violet should be out soon...I'm still trying to form a plot -_-; so that's what's takin' so long. Anywayz, here's something' to chew on while you wait...Oh and just so you know there are going to be six chapters to this and no happy endings unfortunately, this is completely angst. Gomen.
Kyoshi
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Living by the Rules:
~Prologue~
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There are six rules in my life and I fucked up and broke all but one. And I'm about to break the last one. I always figured if it was broken though that it would be someone else's fault. That it wouldn't be by my own hand and yet here I am about to break rule six. I suppose that's why I'm writing this. I want you guys to understand why; why I can't live with myself any longer. I want you to know what happened.
Everything was fine at first, I was relatively safe in my own little shield of a mask. I kept to myself, piloting Heavyarms and didn't ask for anything. I didn't care about anyone, myself included. And then I met you guys. Even then, though, I still managed to keep my distance. I thought you were all fucked and wouldn't have cared if the world ended and blew you all to smithereens.
I thought Wufei was a justice freak, Heero was an emotionless freak (much like myself, but even that didn't matter to me ), Duo was a manic-depressive freak, and Quatre... Quatre was a cheer freak...but him...he was magnetic...at least he was to me but I managed to stay away from him as well. I didn't want to care about him or any of you.
And then there was the mission that I got amnesia and forgot all about the freaks you were and why I didn't care for anything or anyone. When Quatre came to get me from the circus I was still, for lack of a better word, anti-social and I still didn't care for anyone or anything. My mask was firmly fixed in place even if I didn't remember why it was supposed to be. But when I saw Quatre again...the magnetism I had so carefully avoided before started pulling me to him again and I had forgotten why I needed to fight it. I started learning to like him and the rest of you, I learned to let myself have friends.
When I finally got my memory back I couldn't rebuild the distancing walls that had separated us and ,well, I didn't want to. It wasn't as if I couldn't live without any of you. Sure I would be sad but I would survive. And then I broke the first rule...
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TBC?