Aneko: Hello again. I think I have problems with writing any multi-chapter fictions in anything besides Princess Tutu, because my next fic will be for Princess Tutu also. Ah well.-Sarcastically- Who ever would have guessed, since it has such a wonderful ending…
Disclaimer: -wailing- IF I OWNED PRINCESS TUTU, THE ENDING WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN HALF SO HORRIBLE!! I DON'T OWN IT!!
Words
At one point he would have said that learning to wield a sword is harder than writing words on a page.
Words simply sit on paper, or issue from a person's mouth, right? While a sword can cause physical damage, until a person's death.
But as he wrote more stories, more words, he discovered just how wrong he was. Each paragraph, sentence, phrase, word and letter. All have meaning, whether to heal or to hurt. So many could be used to hurt, in some cases in a place a sword could never reach.
"I never want to see you again."
"She died."
"He's dead."
"Shut up!"
"Why don't you die?!"
"Get away from me!"
"I don't need you."
"You're useless."
"I hate you."
"I hate you!"
Words that brought nothing but despair; words he knew all too well from the messed up stories of another.
But words, he knew, could also heal.
"Don't leave."
"Forgive me."
"I'm sorry!"
"I'll stay by your side."
"Thank you."
"Don't be afraid."
"You're safe."
"I want to be friends."
"I love you."
"I love you."
These words, he had come to understand, offered so much. Just like that one small voice, that had taught him to hope.
"Fakir."
"Fakir?"
"Fakir!"
"FAKIR!"
He used to carry a sword, and now he only carried a pen and paper. But now he preferred it this way.
At one point he would have said that learning to wield a sword is harder than writing words on a page.
But…
"Quack." Fakir!
…Now he knew better.
Aneko: Whoo, I feel like I'm a little machine that only spits out oneshots now…BUT! The next fic WILL be multi-chapter!! –cheers- Ja, sayonara.
