Lost Stage: Soul Ignorance
Director/Writer – Jyoohan (I need a superior title!)
Editor – Lone Wulffe
Phase 001 – Misplaced Memories1409 Hours – July 11, 2002
Town Square – A lot of kids come here to have fun.
The sun was out in the clear sky as the children hurried to the park. Parents were sitting on the benches placed near the large fountain and other various spots around the vast square. You could hear the children laughing and playing delightfully. Occasionally, a small cry could be heard for a moment when a child fell, but he would be back up ready to play again.
But a particular pair of children stood out among the group. Two little girls walked side by side to each other, each holding a stuffed animal. They were twins and by looking at the old lady, the twin's grandmother, you could tell that the gifts were from her. The one with the long hair had a rabbit while the one with the short hair was clutching onto a bear. Both were tremendously happy and excited with the new gifts from their grandmother.
They smiled happily hugging their cuddly new toys and even showed them off to some of their friends, but time gradually passed and the sun began to set. The two little girls heard their grandmother calling for them. The twins waved goodbye to their friends as they began running towards her when…
"Hey! Watch it!"
The short-haired girl let out a small cry feeling something hit her arms. When she opened her eyes again and looked down where her bear was, she was shocked to see that a soccer ball had taken its place. Panicking, she turned and turned around looking for her new gift only to find that it had somehow flown over the metal fence of an old mansion.
"My bear!" she cried out.
"Sorry about that," a boy's voice called out from behind her. Spinning around on her heels to face the owner of the voice, her gaze was met by a boy with black hair taking his ball back, but before he could turn to walk away…
"Ow! Hey! That hurts!"
The girl, having just lost her new gift, grabbed the boy's cheeks in tears. Through her blurred vision she cried, "Get it back! I want my bear back!"
The boy pushed the girl's hands off his face and shook his head. "No one could get that back!" he yelled in reply. "You think one of us can jump that fence or squeeze through those tight bars?"
True, the little girl thought as she stared at the spear-like fence that kept her from reaching her precious gift. But as she looked, someone was just beginning to come out of the house.
"Excuse me, may I please have my bear back?" the girl asked politely.
The figure just kept walking and walking until he picked up the little girl's gift.
"Mister, may I please have my bear back?" she asked a little louder this time.
The man began to walk away as if he had not heard a single word of the child's pleas. She screamed, begging frantically, "Please! That's my bear! Come back! That's my bear!"
The two girls and the other two boys that were with them watched helplessly as the mansion doors closed with an ominous groan, as if pronouncing the inevitable fate of the unfortunate soft toy.
"Looks like you won't get that back very soon, maybe the old man's deaf." the boy with the ball droned uncaringly.
A sudden shove caused the black haired ruffian to almost fall backwards, as the hysterical girl suddenly began pounding on him with her small fists.
"That was a gift! My grandmother gave that to me! My grandmother gave that to me!" the girl cried again and again.
A red-haired boy was about to say something but before he could say a word…
"Here." Surprised, the short-haired girl turned towards her sister, who had kept quiet throughout the entire ordeal… until now.
"You can have mine," the long-haired girl pressed, holding out her own pink rabbit.
"But… but that's yours," the short-haired girl whimpered, tears running down her cheeks.
Unwilling to hear any more protests, the long-haired girl simply shoved the rabbit into her sister's arms. "Just take it," she urged as she took her sister's hand and began leading the way back home. Craning her head back, the short-haired girl turned to take one last look at the foreboding mansion, but all she could see was the red-haired boy staring back at her with a silent gaze.
His red eyes looked straight into hers, seeing the sadness not only in her eyes, but also in her face… the discomfort in her posture. Tearing her gaze away from the scene to focus on where her footsteps were taking her, the girl resigned herself to a very silent walk home that night.
0043 Hours – July 12, 2002
Harada Residence – Sad little girl wants it back
"Riku, you're still not asleep yet?" the long-haired girl chided her sister.
"Leave me alone Risa, just go back to sleep," the young five-year-old mumbled, sitting with her knees drawn close to her chest. Riku, the short-haired girl, could only think of her lost bear. Her grandmother had told her that she had gotten it especially for her. That alone made it all the more precious to her.
Riku turned to her longhaired twin, Risa. She, bless her little kind heart, was already sound asleep. Riku couldn't stand it anymore. She quietly sneaked towards the door. As she began to twist the knob, Risa began to murmur in her sleep, causing her to freeze in her steps. Riku slowly turned her head but heard, "Grandpa… I don't like pickles. They're… yucky."
Letting out a soft sight of relief, Riku giggled as she silently closed the door behind her and began to sneak back towards the mansion that held her Mr. Bear captive.
It was quite chilly at this time of night, and Riku was glad when she finally made it to the mansion. She only had to make one more right turn, but as she was about do so, she saw something that made her stop halfway. Quickly, she stepped back to hide around the corner. Peeking carefully, she saw the same red-haired boy from that morning standing in front of the gate.
"What is he doing here?" Riku whispered to herself.
The boy stared at the mansion for a long moment, not a single word or movement giving away his intentions or thoughts. Riku wondered if he was going to stay there all night until he finally started to walk away.
"He's giving up already? That didn't take long." Sighing dejectedly, she walked around the corner only to see the red-haired boy running at full speed towards the gate. "What is he doing? He's going to hurt himself!"
But before she could let out a gasp, the boy's small body was already soaring over the gate.
Riku could only gape at the young boy's incredible feat. 'But that's impossible! How can someone jump like that?' the astonished girl kept repeating that to herself as she kept replaying what she just saw in her head… and finally closed her mouth that hung open for a while. She stood at the gate uncertainly, almost as if she was waiting for something. It wasn't long until she saw the red-haired boy now coming back with something in his arms.
Riku stepped back in surprise and watched in awe as the boy jumped over the gate once again.
She almost squealed when the young boy landed gracefully right in front of her. The girl stood speechless, wanting to ask so many things but finding herself unable to form the words, half-scared and half-amazed.
"Um… this is yours, right?" the young boy asked as he pressed a familiar stuffed bear into her arms.
Riku took her gift from him and smiled happily. To say she was glad to have it back was an understatement. She hugged it and looked up to see the boy smiling as well. "You look cold; here." Without a moment's hesitation, the boy took off his scarf and wrapped it around the girl's neck. "It's really cold right now. I think we should both go home."
Riku welcomed the warm and soft scarf that had been proffered, and it was not long before it began to warm her cold neck. The night was very cold, considering the fact that she was only wearing her pajamas and a pair of scandals. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a moment to enjoy the warmth that seemed to seep into her very soul. Riku was about to thank her new friend for helping her, but when she opened her eyes once more, she found no one there.
Riku looked and looked but could find neither hide nor hair of him. In the end she gave up, deciding to return home upon hearing the town's clock tower ringing.
"Uaaaah! I hate that bell" Riku ran home scared.
0715 Hours – July 12, 2002
Market District Entrance – Big morning blowout sales
The Harada twins played in a sandbox with many other boys and girls. The parents had left their children with an old man that usually watched over the children while their parents went to shop for the day ahead. Today was different though, as the grandpa that supposed to watch the kids that day was sick and someone else had volunteered to watch for the day.
"Now young mistresses, I will try not to take long," the Harada residence's butler assured his young charges as he led the girls to the small sandbox. "Don't worry!" Risa replied cheerfully as she hugged her rabbit doll. The butler then turned to the other young mistress as she stood contently hugging her bear doll.
The man and the rest of the house attendants wondered where and how the young mistress had retrieved her lost gift. Whenever someone asked, she would only smile happily and stay quiet, which wasn't like her at all. He looked at her closer. 'Interesting… I don't remember the young mistress ever having a red scarf,' the butler thought to himself as he peered at the suspicious article of clothing.
Riku Harada watched as her butler began to walk away. She turned around only to see that her sister had already begun to play in the sand with the other boys and girls. "Riku! Come on! This is so much fun!" Risa called while laughing, as she built a sand castle with plastic buckets and shovels.
"Ah, look, look. It's Niwa-kun's grandfather," a boy said out loud as he pointed down a curved street.
Everyone stared or glanced at where he was pointing, only to see a gray-haired man coming down the road, but he was not alone.
"Hey, it's that new kid."
A boy with spiky red hair was walking obediently next to the man. The elderly man walked towards a bench and slowly sat down where he had a clear view of all the children. "Hey Daisuke, why don't you go and make some friends?" he encouraged his grandson. The little red head nodded and began to walk towards the other children.
Some just ignored him, some waved, but he finally found that boy he had played with yesterday. "Hey, Saehara-kun," Daisuke waved cheerily.
"Hey! Well if it isn't Daisuke? Good morning!" Saehara greeted him like an older brother would tease his younger brother. "Saehara!" a woman's voice called.
"Oh, sorry Daisuke, I gotta go," Saehara mumbled as he scratched his head in an apologetic manner.
"No, it's alright. It was nice seeing you again," Daisuke smiled.
Daisuke waved goodbye as Saehara walked away helping his mom with her morning groceries. He turned around only to see a pair of brown eyes staring at him. He smiled as he noticed what she was holding and the item that was around her neck. 'It wouldn't hurt to say good morning, right?' Daisuke thought as he began walking towards the twins.
Riku caught herself staring when the boy had turned around and met her gaze. She turned around quickly, finding herself suddenly having a sharp interest in the shovel she was playing with, busying herself with just aimlessly poking at the sand in front of her.
"Good morning," Daisuke greeted, smiling casually.
"Good morning," Riku greeted back almost nervously.
"My name is Niwa, Niwa Daisuke. What's your name?" he asked politely as he smiled like a curious youth.
"My name? My name is-"
"My name is Harada! Harada Risa!" Risa exclaimed brightly as she suddenly entered the conversation. "Nice to meet you, Niwa-kun!" she waved at Daisuke.
"Nice to meet you Harada-san," the boy replied, sweating slightly.
"My name is Harada Riku. N-nice to meet you Niwa-kun," Riku whispered.
"Nice to meet you, Harada-san," Daisuke said with a friendly smile plastered on his face. The girl hugged her bear tighter, letting it obscure half her face. For some odd reason, her face felt funny and warm.
Before long, Daisuke, the Harada twins and the other children began to build a big sand castle in their little sandbox. They laughed as they played, making the castle walls and buildings. They put flags and made a small moat and had a great time, but one by one the children started to return home. Soon, only Daisuke and the twins remained.
"Riku, look. It's our butler," Risa pointed at a man dressed impeccably in a suit walking towards them, armed with several bags of groceries.
"I'm sorry I took so long, young mistresses; the market is like a battlefield," the butler chuckled light-heartedly.
"It's okay, me and Riku had lots of fun. Right, Riku?"
Riku only nodded as she continued to stare at the sand castle they had been building.
"Thank you, sir, for watching over the little ones while I was gone," the butler bowed in gratitude to Daisuke's grandfather.
"Oh, it's no problem. I haven't been down here in a long time so it was an enjoyable morning visit for me." The older men shook hands and bade farewell to each other.
"I guess I'll be seeing you later then, Harada-san," Daisuke said as he began to dust the sand off his clothes. Riku could only nod in reply, finding herself unable to speak.
"Bye!" Daisuke waved as he and his grandpa began walking back home.
"It's a quarter till 8 o'clock. Breakfast will be ready soon," the butler announced as he began to lead the twins back home.
The Harada twins began to follow his lead, but Riku looked back one more time to see Daisuke waving.
She spun around and continued her journey home, her cheeks blushing.
2115 Hours – March 27, 2011
Harada Residence – Girl remembers a very special person.
"Niwa-kun…"
Outside the large sliding door, rain was pouring with occasional flashes of lightning, each followed by a crack of thunder that seemed to be louder than the one before.
Riku lay there on her bed with the bear in her hands. Ever since she had found it in one of the old boxes in her closet, all these memories had suddenly come rushing back to her. Whether it was for better or for worse, she had no idea why she was remembering them right now.
At first she had wondered why she felt so attached to this little toy.
When she first found it inside the dusty box, the bear had been wrapped with the red scarf she couldn't remember at first. She had taken it out and almost shrieked seeing Daisuke's name sewn neatly on it. The girl flushed, remembering how she had over-reacted.
'Why was his name there?' she had thought at first, until it slowly came back: that fateful day when the two had been alone together.
'Why does it feel like I've found a hidden or missing part of me?' Riku thought.
It was through this bear that she had first met Niwa Daisuke. Letting the bear drop lifelessly to her side, Riku sighed loudly and closed her eyes as she tried to sort out her jumbled thoughts.
"I met Niwa-kun long time ago, when I was little. Why did I forget? How did I forget?" Riku asked herself out loud, trying to dig inside her mind to find the answer.
"Riku!" Risa shouted as she entered her sibling's room. "It's your turn to wash up."
Risa stared with curiosity at seeing her sister so… so… lifeless. "Hey, Riku? Are you feeling alright?"
Ignoring her twin's question, Riku reached for the remote and turned on the T.V. in an effort to avoid giving an answer.
"An advance notice has been sent by Phantom Thief Dark. The note says that he will take the Ogre's Gauntlet at Lagoon University's History Museum. The appointed time is 11 pm tomorrow night. Commander in Chief of the police…" the reporter droned on as she explained the details of the security that would be put in place especially for the Phantom Thief.
"Riku, did you hear that? Dark finally sent another note! I wonder what I should wear this time? Should I finally wear that thief outfit? Or maybe I should just go in one of my dresses. Ah! I'm so excited!" Risa was excited now, her hopes of meeting Dark again sending her mind soaring far beyond the skies.
"I'd better call Niwa-kun! I bet he already knows!" Risa blabbered to herself as she exited the room with all the speed and grace of a mini tornado.
Oblivious to her sister's rantings, Riku just continued to sit there on the bed in her pajamas.
'Niwa-kun…'
0719 Hours – March 28, 2011
Niwa Residence – A routine wake up call … same-old, same-old…
"I'm late! Of all days, I had to be late for the first day of school of the week!" Daisuke scolded himself as he ran out the door with a slice of still-warm toast in his mouth.
"Oh, Daisuke! Remember to come home by 7:15:56 for dinner and to get ready for tonight!" Daisuke's mother shouted after him from the second floor window.
"Okay mom! I'll be home by then!" Daisuke yelled back as he speedily made his way to the trolley station.
'Hey Daisuke, you should really stop working through the night on that painting,' another voice in Daisuke's head chuckled.
"I'm okay. Besides, I can't find the time during the day to work on it," Daisuke spoke out loud even though he was talking to Dark, who was somewhere inside him.
'You're getting pretty good; I'll admit that,' Dark smiled and in a way, Daisuke could feel him smiling. 'From my years of art-stealing and sealing, these few months have been the most fun… and being with someone who actually makes art to boot.'
"Thanks," Daisuke beamed, as the station came into view.
"Hey, Daisuke! You almost missed it," the gatekeeper greeted him as he took the ticket the boy was holding out.
"Yeah! Good morning!" Daisuke replied as he boarded the trolley and sat down to rest.
'But, you know, Daisuke,' Dark spoke softly, 'I think you have a real chance. Know what I mean?'
Daisuke tilted his head back remembering that day, the day when he and Riku were looking for Wizu, Dark's Sprite who turned into his famed black wings. When it was time to change into the phantom thief, her face had kept appearing in his mind.
"Niwa-kun!"
Daisuke snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing a familiar voice. "Oh, Harada-san. Good morning."
"Good morning, Niwa-kun. Hey, did you hear? Dark is coming out tonight, so do you think you can come with me?"
Daisuke stared at Risa, and for a moment he remembered that night. He shook his head, pushing that thought far away. "Of course, Harada-san."
"I knew it! Thank you, Niwa-kun!" Daisuke sighed inwardly. He didn't know why he could never refuse her.
"Ah, look. It's Riku," Risa exclaimed as she pointed out the back window of the trolley.
Sure enough, there she was. Daisuke watched as the elder Harada twin rode along the sidewalk on her bike. Suddenly, the boy felt something warm in his chest. It was small but a very… pleasant feeling.
"Niwa-kun? Are you alright?" Risa suddenly touched Daisuke's forehead with the back of her palm.
"Ah? Yes, I'm fine. Why do you ask all of a sudden?" Daisuke wondered out loud.
"Your face is red; are you catching a cold? Or maybe a fever?" Risa stared at her companion intently. "I heard a lot of people have been getting sick lately."
Daisuke cocked his head back when he heard this. Daisuke didn't even realize it that he was blushing. Blushing enough to make Risa worry. Daisuke sighed stealing another quick gaze, wondering what's happening to him.
1809 Hours – March 28, 2011
Windmill Fountain – What are the chances of meeting like this?
The sun was setting in the horizon. Daisuke walked with a bag slung over his shoulder around the Windmill fountain and sat where he had sat days ago when he had begun a sketch of the horizon. Flipping open his sketchbook, he began to look for the page.
"Here it is."
The budding artist picked up a pencil and started to record in more detailed observations in his drawing.
Slowly and carefully, the shades of light and dark in the sky, the waves on the sea and the cliff covered with windmills turning in the slight breeze were transferred onto paper with ardent dedication. Daisuke was so absorbed in his work he failed to notice the soft squeaking of bicycle wheels and then the little taps of footsteps approaching him.
"Oh… that's amazing, Niwa-kun."
"Ah!" Daisuke screamed in surprise, dropping his gear onto the floor in the process. "H-H-Harada-san? Oh… phew." Daisuke sat back down as he put a steadying hand on his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.
"You don't have to be so surprised, Niwa-kun," Riku chided as she knelt down to help pick up his things.
"I'm sorry… It's just that you really scared me…" Daisuke laughed nervously.
Riku smiled softly. One by one, she began to stack the few sketchbooks and miscellaneous pencils and papers that had landed near her methodically, but a particular item captured her attention. It looked like a plain scratched notebook but for a piece of paper that was jutting out rather awkwardly. She opened it to find numerous sketches of groups of boys and girls, whether they were playing sports or studying in the classroom.
"This is amazing, Niwa-kun," Riku said with fascination.
Page after page, Riku flipped through Daisuke's sketches. Children playing at the Town Square, Saehara with his trusty camera, a group of girls eating lunch, a pair of birds on a branch… Riku giggled upon seeing a picture of Wizu greedily eating strawberries. She was almost hypnotized, flipping through each page wondering what the next would share.
She flipped to the next page.
"Ah…" The girl's breath caught in her throat as her gaze fell on the last entry.
It was a bridge landscape, but the bridge wasn't the main focus of the sketch. A little to the left of the picture, there was a person on a bike. The figure had short hair and was looking straight ahead. Looking at the corner of the sketch, she was surprised to see that it was signed with that today's date. Riku glanced up to see Daisuke already picking up the last of the fallen material.
"Ah, I'm sorry Niwa-kun. I should have-"
"It's alright. I've got everything," Daisuke smiled.
The girl looked down at the paper. "…Hey, Niwa-kun?"
Hearing his name being called, the boy looked up, waiting patiently for her question.
"Have you ever… I mean… could you? I mean would you… you know?" Riku carefully handed him the small book back, her hand shaking ever so slightly.
Daisuke tilted his head to the side, not understanding.
'Hey, Daisuke,' Dark's voice echoed in his head, 'why don't you do it?'
'Dark? What do you mean I should do it?' Daisuke 'asked' the phantom thief inside his head.
'Come on, Daisuke, why don't you flatter her?' Dark was now laughing at Daisuke's predicament. 'You must know what she's talking about right about now,' Dark smirked.
"N-Niwa-kun?" Riku voice was beginning sound impatient.
The boy took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He thought for a second; she had been looking through his sketches, so… "You want me draw a sketch of you?" Daisuke guessed and Riku nodded quickly in response. He slumped upon hearing this, causing Riku to pull a face at his reaction. Sighing softly, he just smiled as began to search in his bag for a while before pulling out a different sketchpad and putting the rest of his stuff away. Daisuke didn't see it, but Riku looked very happy at that moment.
'I hope you're happy, Dark,' Daisuke thought as he closed his bag.
'Don't worry, Daisuke; I'm very, very happy. I'm so happy I'm going to die from laughing!' Dark roared hysterically in the back of Daisuke's head.
Daisuke stood up to think where he could do this. The fountain looked too plain. The railing didn't look too safe. Finally, he turned to the stairs. 'This could work,' Daisuke thought, picturing it in his mind.
"Harada-san, over here," Daisuke called out as he took Riku's hand and led her towards the stairs near the Windmill fountain. Leading her down one small flight of stairs, he sat her down on a bench at the bottom. The boy positioned her back towards the bench and gently pushed her into a sitting position. "Now, hold as still as you can, okay?"
Riku fidgeted in her seat, unsure of what she was meant to be doing. "Niwa-kun? What am I supposed to do?" She quickly glanced around. A lamppost was located to her right and another flight of stairs to her left, while a small grove of trees stood tall behind her.
"It's very easy. Just pretend… that you're getting your picture taken, but… sorta not looking at the camera," Daisuke advised reassuringly. He turned around to sit on the third or fourth step of the stairs and prepared to begin.
"Harada-san, ready?" Daisuke asked as he made himself comfortable with his sketchpad.
Riku nodded absently as she tried to sit as still as she could. It was her first time being a model for a drawing… or anything like it for that matter. "Just act natural," Daisuke added as he held out his pencil to measure the scale of his drawing.
"What is natural?" Riku was feeling slightly uncomfortable, and a small part of her wondered if she shouldn't have asked for this after all.
"Hmm… relaxed, try to look relaxed," Upon hearing Daisuke's words, Riku tried to do her best and be relaxed.
'Relax… relax… relax…' Riku chanted in her head like a mantra.
'I wonder if I'm Niwa-kun's first model,' Riku thought out of the blue.
A minute passed by…
Two minutes passed by…
Then three…
"Hey, Niwa-kun?"
"Yes Harada-san?" Daisuke's pencil was gliding on the paper. The little black end of his pencil dancing under Daisuke's chin.
"Have you ever had someone model for you? …Like volunteering?" Riku asked almost reluctantly.
"Hmm…" Daisuke took his eyes off Riku and studied his work for a moment. "Now that you mention it, you're my very first model… and the first time that anybody asked to draw them." Daisuke eyes studied her physique and then the surroundings around her.
Riku gulped seeing the way Daisuke was studying her, as a slight gust of wind blew quietly making the trees rustle their leaves.
She watched him, having nothing else to do except sit still like a statue. She smiled pleasantly, seeing him concentrating on the task at hand. 'Daisuke doesn't act like many of the other guys in school.' Riku closed her eyes searching her memories more carefully. He was clumsy, gullible, and sometimes acted a little slow, but…
Riku opened her eyes only to see him locking gazes with her, his eyes suddenly distracting her from her current thoughts. 'I've never seen him look at me like that.' The boy's hand guided the pencil in small strokes now, catching the finer details. 'He has warm eyes… tender eyes. He feels like a whole different person right now.' She didn't even notice that her face was warming up, turning slightly pink, or even that she was starting to feel lightheaded.
'Hey, Daisuke… C'mon, answer me! Hey, Daisuke!' Dark muttered over and over again.
'Please, Dark, I'm trying to work,' Daisuke replied, almost done with the composition.
'Looks like you pulled another one off. It looks just as good as the one you made for mother,' Dark chuckled. 'And the little girl's been giving you some looks, too.' The casual remark almost caused Daisuke to destroy the sketch upon his hearing it. Pushing the embarrassing thought aside, Daisuke proceeded to put in the last few details.
'Ah, I'm done!' Daisuke stood up, looking over his work critically.
"Harada-san, I'm finished. You can move now…" The words never left his throat as Daisuke's breath froze.
To Be Continued…
Disclaimer: I have no right or claim of DN Angel. It sucks…
Author's Chatter Corner:
My first DN Angel fan fiction. To be honest, I decided to write this story cause it was so hard to find a very good story of DN Angel that doesn't involve any gay (Yaoi) and/or lesbian (Yuri) relationships. I hope that the people who are reading this so far are enjoying it and hope that I won't mess it up like my few other fan fictions. I want to make this story as accurate as it can get to the anime and pray that my wonderful readers will review my new story. Sorry for leaving you hanging here of all places but I'm tired and I just felt like doing it… heh-heh. I'm the advocate of the devil, yes I am! Okay now, good night everyone and don't forget to eat your vegetables.
7/6/2004 – I've redone this chapter yet again! I think I've tinkered with this chapter about 4 times already… For those of you who've read my previous versions, I hope this one flows much better compared to the previous versions.
8/17/2006 – Wow! It's almost been two years! Yeesh I really need to wrap this up quick! Anyways! I got an editor! I feel so professional! Kinda! Anyways! The previous chapters are undergoing… "Maintenance" as per my editor and revised once more by yours truly for the final cut. These "will" and "hopefully" be the final versions. I made my own personal changes here and there though it's very, very slight. Plus my editor added some… over-eloquent stuff here and there, but not saying it was bad. It didn't feel right. Not that I'm complaining. I love my editor. She'll be suffereing from going over pages and pages of my literature. Ah, I'm going off-topic. Back to wherever I was, The changes should let the characters feel a sense of growth I'd like to call it. Character development if it's the better word. I'm still refining my writing so going back and making improvements always feels better. Especially when you get a better grasp at it with experience. Reading books and anime really helps me a lot. I need more books… and anime! Fare thee well young skywalker!
Last note: I'm so tired of this stupid format that messes with the orginal text so I'm not bothering with it anymore, readers just deal. Blame the site, not me.
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