A/N: Wow, I've been away for far too long. Oops. Just...life, you know. Wonder if anyone still cares at this point xD Regardless, I found some documents on my computer that were never posted. So let's clear these out, yeah? Still been reading/faving/alerting, branching out my fandom interests, and like to think I might have learned/picked up the odd thing from reading those with great writing skills and ideas. I'll tidy up my old stories, dust off these files and post them before I lose nerve (again) and maybe write out some of the ideas that keep swimming round my head but don't get the justice of writing they deserve (just a quick note jotted down to keep them alive). If anyone's still interested, then...wow, what did I do to deserve people like you? And to any new readers; hello, welcome, thanks for popping on by and I hope to see you around again ^^
Any and all criticsm and advice is welcome, I think I'd like to start taking my writing more seriously now that I have a calm(ish) period of my life right now, so show me what you got!
Bulletproof.
I hate that word.
It makes you think you are invincible, that you can survive anything.
That's why you shield our younger brothers. That's why you shield me as well. You take hits meant for others; you jump straight into battle with barely a thought for your own safety.
Because you're bulletproof.
Well I have news for you.
You're anything but.
And when you're shot down in battle one day, and our shield lies shattered and broken; what do you expect of us?
Bulletproof. The bullet burrowed right through your chest and you call yourself bulletproof!
I hate you. I hate how you believe you mean nothing to us. I hate your stubbornness, your attitude. I hate you, the vigilante, dark avenger of the night.
I hate how you leave every night, refusing to tell me where you are, if you plan on coming back.
Don't you realise how I fear one day you'll disappear, never to return?
How I fear that the day I'm living is the last day I'll ever spend with you; that you'll get yourself killed that very evening?
I hate you for igniting that fear within me. And no matter what I do, I'll still harbour some deep hate for that life-risking bulletproof warrior within you.
But for now that warrior has been cast aside. The life I cradle close to me is my brother. My beloved, devoted brother. Cloth tied over the wound, your bleary eyes trying to focus on mine.
Don't you ever scare me like that again! The harsh warning intermingled with my fear, my pain, my relief, my love.
A warrior who risks his life every day in fights that are not his to know.
You must stop hiding behind him, my brother. For it's you I love, not the warrior. I want my brother, not another enemy.
You must learn; there is no need to be bulletproof when your brothers fight by your side.