Here it is. This fic is not a joke, it is serious. So if you don't like it, that's just fine with me. FLAME ME. It'd be great for a laugh. My comments, and thoughts at the end. Enjoy.
Ring ring....... Ring ring.
Dark Horse, pick up the phone this is Square.
Dark Horse, we know you're home. Come on man
Hey look man, the next time you say "Screw the Disclaimer" we're taking you in.
To hell with you man, come on. Just put it in there.
It's your ASS.
Click.
D.H. looks around, and takes his fingers from the keyboard.
"Who would have called me at this time of night? Everyone knows I've been locked in here writing the hardest fic of my life. Well, I better call my voice mail and see."
He picks up the phone and then quickly replaces it in the cradle.
"Before I forget, I better put that disclaimer at the top of the page, I'll call voice mail when I'm done."
He quickly scrolls to the top, and types these few words: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS USED HERE, SQUARE DOES. I DON'T WANT ANY LAW SUITS OR ANYTHING, SO PLEASE DON'T GET YOUR BOXERS IN A BUNCH OVER THIS THANK YOU SQUARE.
"Everyone knows I hate that disclaimer. Duh, ok so like anyone thinks I'm trying to steal Square's stuff. Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do."
He picks up the phone, and calls voice mail. After pushing a few more numbers, he plays back his messages. He listens for a while and then smiles, replacing the phone in it's cradle. Sitting back in his chair, and staring at his finished product, he begins to laugh.
"And people wonder why I ditched the answering machine. Well let's log on in, FF.net, here it is, my hardest fic ever... 'You Never Knew'...."
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You Never Knew
Dark Horse
There are times in life that we all go through, wen we wonder what is is we did wrong. We look back at our days, our months, our weeks, and sometimes even our years to ask ourselves have I wasted my time? It's times like these where we begin to find out who we are, and what we want from life. These times are times that I call times of Self Examination.
I'm not sure all the reasons for these times, but I'm sure for almost everyone the primary cause is love. It seems to me that love is, not only a cure, but a poison. It has the power to change ones dreams for the better, and then fall out from under him like the floor of some psycho amusement park ride. And perhaps that's all love is.
Love it has been said leaves for all the right reasons, and all the wrong. Love itself has been written off and pushed around, and given a bad name at times, and Why? Because love has done anything wrong? No, how can it? love is a plant that needs water and sunlight to grow, two main things it need. Love is not self sufficient, as we like to make believe it is sometimes. It requires care. When love dies, it is because we allow it to do so. Maybe it looses the sunlight, or maybe it isn't watered, but be sure that when it looses either it will die.
In it's place rise bitterness, and anger hatred and resentments. These are the weeds of life. They grow when the beautiful flower of love is dead, and often times while it is dying. It would seem to me that they mock a dying love, and taunt it, delivering it to death even sooner.
That is why perhaps, when love is dead and we are left with our own wicked garden to look at and clean up, we begin to look at the ground in which love grows. It is ourselves. I have seen this principal in action, as I'm sure you have. There comes a time when we look inside and realize that we need to clean up and move on. It takes a while, but we must. Zell Dincht faced one such time not to long ago it seems, you know one of those self examining times, and here's what happened to him, and his garden.
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The library was a familiar place to him. He'd come there many times to see her. Just to talk to her. He knew he could find her there. This day was no different to him, at least I don't think so. He came in just like he always did to find her, but by the look on her face, he knew something was wrong.
He wasn't sure why, but he could sense that this would not be a happy meeting. The look in her eyes seemed to back that up.
"Look is something wrong?" he asked, trying to find out what it was that caused that cold look in her eyes.
He had asked despite his fear to her her answer. He hadn't let on, but he could tell that they were growing apart. The nature of their meetings lost its sweetness little by little. It was almost as if he could feel them falling apart. However he had done nothing at all to fix that. Maybe it's just my own fears he kept telling himself, maybe there's nothing wrong, but her reply to his question would forever prove his theory to be true.
She looked him straight in the eyes. "Zell, I'm sorry, but it's over." she said it without flinching, and without even so much as a tear or a watery eye. "It's been over for a long time now. We both know it, and it's time for us to move on." Her voice was almost cold.
"But, why didn't you ever tell me?" Zell said, almost choking up. "All this time, three years now, and you never tell me? Why didn't you ever tell me, even once that there was a problem here?" He said, almost angrily. His eyes became watery, but he withheld the tears.
"Look Zell, you and I know that it not going to happen for us. It just isn't going to work because we're too different." She told him while standing to her feet from the chair in which she was sitting. She looked at him sympathetically and continued. "You are a great guy, and it was fun while it lasted, but it's over. You'll find someone else, someone who will sweep you off your feet when you least expect it. You'll find love Zell, I promise, you will." With that she began to walk towards the door. She stopped only once and turned back and said "So I guess this is goodbye Zell, I'll see you around."
Zell stood there shell shocked. The tears came slowly to his eyes as he thought about the times they'd spent together, and all of the happiness that she'd brought to his heart. The tears came faster now, and he sat down and buried his face in his hands. He thought about what all he'd have done for her. The things he would've said. And how maybe he could have changed it. But there was no changing for him now, and the tears began to flow freely and he came to the grave realization that he would not get her back.
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Now, I can't tell ya for sure, because I'm not Zell but I bet you it was that moment, while he was sitting there in that library thinking back on all the times he'd spent with her, that it dawned on him that his garden was dead. Yep I think he came to realize that he'd been watering a plant that well, quite frankly wasn't getting any sunshine. Towards the end I figure the plant was already dead.
Now here's a fact of life. If a plant is dead you can't resurrect it. It doesn't matter how much water you pour, or how much sunlight you give it. If it's dead, it's dead. But perhaps our friend Zell wasn't on the worst end of things. It's been said before that "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."
I won't venture to comment on whether or not that is true, you can make that decision for yourself. What I will say, is for every heart that has grown a beautiful flower of love, there is a heart that has known only weeds.
I feel some semblance of sorrow for that heart. I truly believe that it cries out for love, but it doesn't find it. You don't have to bite a doughnut to know it's sweet. It is the same for love. When you see it in others a part of you longs for it yourself. I'm sure that that's the case. Now I don't believe that there is one true "one" for everyone. As the romantics would like to tell us. I rather believe that if two people are willing to give what it takes, then love can grow and flourish.
Why then, I wonder, do so many walk through life without love it their hearts. outcast from community and friendship. I've seen them. They cling to their three or four so called friends and don't allow themselves to find what it is that they really want in life. A relationship with others and particularly the love of someone else.
Would I go so far as to say that there is something wrong with having three or four friends? No of course not, if that's what makes you happy, then by all means go for it. There are those however who are not happy, and yet they seem to find no escape from their run down boring lives. Not long ago Fujin, stood in that situation. She had the Disciplinary committee, but was she really happy? I dare say no. She put on the show really well, but she wasn't fooling to one person who it mattered to fool... herself.
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Seifer Almassy, and his Disciplinary Committee were walking down the halls in search of a delinquent underclassman who was skipping out of his class. They talked small talk like they always did. But for some reason, Fujin just wasn't the same.
"Damn it Fu, what is your problem today? You act like someone kicked your ass or something. If you'd like, I could arrange a real ass whipping in the training center to give you a reason." Alamassy stated.
"I've got a reason Almassy." She began, and I'm in just the mood to take your challenge."
Seifer laughed. "I still can't get used to you talking normal. I mean it just doesn't seem right. Whatever happened to good ole' Fu? Ever since the Ultimacia thing, you've been acting all weird. I'm still expecting to hear RAGE, and ANGER and all that shit. This new Fu is just weird."
"Seifer's right..." Raijin chimed in, but was soon stopped with a swift kick to the shins.
Seifer lost it. "Well, I guess it's not a totally new Fu." He said flashing his trademark smile.
"Shut up Seifer, I'm still the same Fujin, I just don't talk like an ass anymore that's all. If you don't like that, too bad. Maybe it's because you felt smarter when I sounded like an idiot." Fujin said insulting his intelligence.
Seifer was about to make a comment about how Fu was acting like a woman, all emotional and stuff, but he was interrupted by an obviously distraught Zell, who had just run around a corner. He wasn't crying, but it was obvious that he had been. He still had tear stained cheeks.
"Awe, did the Chicken - Wuss fall down and hurt himself?" Seifer instantly began teasing Zell. It caught him off guard when when Zell wheeled around and got in a fighting stance and looked like he was ready to kill someone. "Damn wuss, you know you don't want to fight me, just run along. I don't want to have to right you up for picking a fight." Seifer acted tough, but in reality, he wasn't interested in taking on that angry Zell that he saw in front of him.
"RAGE" Fujin yelled at Zell in her typical style. "WRITE UP" she continued.
Zell turned and continued down the hall. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to leave that library, because it held too many memories for him. He turned the corner, and disappeared..
Seifer was laughing at the top of his lungs. "Good job Fujin. I love it when you talk like that. It's just good old Fu."
"Yeah, I guess maybe it is." She said out loud. But she knew differently she knew how she really felt. She knew, and only she knew. What was up with Dincht anyway. He was normally so happy go lucky that it made her sick. That whole damn crew was. Hell, maybe now at least one of them knew what it felt like to be miserable she thought.
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Maybe it's true what they say, you know, that misery loves company, and if anyone was miserable, it was Fujin, or maybe Zell, or maybe, both of them. One of them punished because of lack of love through their whole life. Another penalized all at once through the realization of it's loss.
Here we are dealing with destitute hearts. Hearts that have weeds growing in them, hearts that are being examined by their owners, and seen to be lacking. When we look at these two individuals, we see that without a doubt they are miserable souls, without a doubt destitute, and broken.
Zell lost the love that he believed in, and felt he wanted for all time. Guess sometimes we all believe a lie. We think we want to be a ballerina, or a movie star, a baseball player, or the president. All good dreams to be sure, but how do those of us who have dreamed those dreams feel if or when we realize that they will never come true. And how much more could this feeling effect those who have believed in the one thing that they thought they would take to the grave with them, and come to find out that it wouldn't happen. Yes, Zell definitely had a reason for his misery, but that's all changed.
Fujin, well, I don't think that she ever knew any real love. I believe Raijin cared for her, but she pushed her poor bro around all the time. Because that's how she felt. She loved Almassy at one time, but then came to the realization that that wouldn't happen. But she'd never tasted anything real. Fujin had never held hands, never kissed anyone, or walked in the moonlight, or had someone to hold. She'd never danced because she'd never had a partner. You should see her dance now.
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---Ring ring........Ring ring.
"Hello."
---Dark Horse this is Square we've seen your newest work. These Zell/Fujin overtones are not acceptable.
"Screw you"
---Dark Horse, you constantly buck the system you know Fu and Zell would never get together. I'd advise you to drop this series now before you become a laughing stock.
Dark horse presses the speaker button, and replaces the telephone in the cradle, and begins typing on his computer.
---What are you doing dark horse. Hello, what's going on?
"Look, I'm writing on the next chapter of "You never Knew" ok. I need to concentrate. Be glad I didn't hang up on you. Now look I know that you people didn't put Zell and Fu together. But you know what I am going to because when you think about it, it works.
The story's called you never knew, and it was supposed to be a one shot that hinted at a Fujin Zell. Since you called I'm starting a second chapter. And I may just release it too. Just because I can.
---Dark horse, you are out of it. Your series The Redemption is floundering because you screwed around with the Hyne story, what makes you think you can pull this off. You are a laughing stock. Fine, this is authors suicide, and your committing it. I hope you enjoy all of your flames. I'm sure you'll get quite a few.
"I'm sure I will too. This is not a comedy piece, it's serious. People don't like to think, and I make them, if they want to flame me, let them. I'm a big boy I can take it. Now, unless you have something earth shattering, I'll have to let you go. I'm busy typing a chapter that I may just release if you don't leave me alone.
---Just one thing
"What?"
---Is it really a Zuujin?
"Well, the world may never know."
D.H. hangs up the phone, and returns to furiously typing. At the top of the screen it reveals the file name. "The Redemption. Chapter 33."
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Well there you have it. I know that most readers are turned off. You all think I'm an ass, and I'm trying to goof off. I'm not. This is a serious work, and I am thinking of continuing it. So don't be surprised if I do. For now though, let's assume this is a one shot. I'd like to thank all the people who Have inspired me, put up with me and tolerated me.
Nike Grrrrl - You rock, don't et anyone get you down.
Malice Shaw- You are probably in my opinion the best I've seen Just keep it up. Red Sky rules lol.
Chris- you read my stuff, and I appreciate that a lot. keep it up.
Ji Sun Kim- you aren't afraid to push the edges, and don't care what people think. That's a quality a lot of people don't have. Keep it up.
Zachere- Just a Little Sun and Rain (did I spell that right this time?) Was the greatest Quifer I ever read. It inspired me to write a romantic drama, and thus this story was born. I just started Fire Cross, looking good so far. Keep it up. Thanks for your stories.
To anyone I missed, oh yeah Smithee. Keep it up man, you've got personality, and good grammar.
Adios.
Ring ring....... Ring ring.
Dark Horse, pick up the phone this is Square.
Dark Horse, we know you're home. Come on man
Hey look man, the next time you say "Screw the Disclaimer" we're taking you in.
To hell with you man, come on. Just put it in there.
It's your ASS.
Click.
D.H. looks around, and takes his fingers from the keyboard.
"Who would have called me at this time of night? Everyone knows I've been locked in here writing the hardest fic of my life. Well, I better call my voice mail and see."
He picks up the phone and then quickly replaces it in the cradle.
"Before I forget, I better put that disclaimer at the top of the page, I'll call voice mail when I'm done."
He quickly scrolls to the top, and types these few words: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS USED HERE, SQUARE DOES. I DON'T WANT ANY LAW SUITS OR ANYTHING, SO PLEASE DON'T GET YOUR BOXERS IN A BUNCH OVER THIS THANK YOU SQUARE.
"Everyone knows I hate that disclaimer. Duh, ok so like anyone thinks I'm trying to steal Square's stuff. Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do."
He picks up the phone, and calls voice mail. After pushing a few more numbers, he plays back his messages. He listens for a while and then smiles, replacing the phone in it's cradle. Sitting back in his chair, and staring at his finished product, he begins to laugh.
"And people wonder why I ditched the answering machine. Well let's log on in, FF.net, here it is, my hardest fic ever... 'You Never Knew'...."
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You Never Knew
Dark Horse
There are times in life that we all go through, wen we wonder what is is we did wrong. We look back at our days, our months, our weeks, and sometimes even our years to ask ourselves have I wasted my time? It's times like these where we begin to find out who we are, and what we want from life. These times are times that I call times of Self Examination.
I'm not sure all the reasons for these times, but I'm sure for almost everyone the primary cause is love. It seems to me that love is, not only a cure, but a poison. It has the power to change ones dreams for the better, and then fall out from under him like the floor of some psycho amusement park ride. And perhaps that's all love is.
Love it has been said leaves for all the right reasons, and all the wrong. Love itself has been written off and pushed around, and given a bad name at times, and Why? Because love has done anything wrong? No, how can it? love is a plant that needs water and sunlight to grow, two main things it need. Love is not self sufficient, as we like to make believe it is sometimes. It requires care. When love dies, it is because we allow it to do so. Maybe it looses the sunlight, or maybe it isn't watered, but be sure that when it looses either it will die.
In it's place rise bitterness, and anger hatred and resentments. These are the weeds of life. They grow when the beautiful flower of love is dead, and often times while it is dying. It would seem to me that they mock a dying love, and taunt it, delivering it to death even sooner.
That is why perhaps, when love is dead and we are left with our own wicked garden to look at and clean up, we begin to look at the ground in which love grows. It is ourselves. I have seen this principal in action, as I'm sure you have. There comes a time when we look inside and realize that we need to clean up and move on. It takes a while, but we must. Zell Dincht faced one such time not to long ago it seems, you know one of those self examining times, and here's what happened to him, and his garden.
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The library was a familiar place to him. He'd come there many times to see her. Just to talk to her. He knew he could find her there. This day was no different to him, at least I don't think so. He came in just like he always did to find her, but by the look on her face, he knew something was wrong.
He wasn't sure why, but he could sense that this would not be a happy meeting. The look in her eyes seemed to back that up.
"Look is something wrong?" he asked, trying to find out what it was that caused that cold look in her eyes.
He had asked despite his fear to her her answer. He hadn't let on, but he could tell that they were growing apart. The nature of their meetings lost its sweetness little by little. It was almost as if he could feel them falling apart. However he had done nothing at all to fix that. Maybe it's just my own fears he kept telling himself, maybe there's nothing wrong, but her reply to his question would forever prove his theory to be true.
She looked him straight in the eyes. "Zell, I'm sorry, but it's over." she said it without flinching, and without even so much as a tear or a watery eye. "It's been over for a long time now. We both know it, and it's time for us to move on." Her voice was almost cold.
"But, why didn't you ever tell me?" Zell said, almost choking up. "All this time, three years now, and you never tell me? Why didn't you ever tell me, even once that there was a problem here?" He said, almost angrily. His eyes became watery, but he withheld the tears.
"Look Zell, you and I know that it not going to happen for us. It just isn't going to work because we're too different." She told him while standing to her feet from the chair in which she was sitting. She looked at him sympathetically and continued. "You are a great guy, and it was fun while it lasted, but it's over. You'll find someone else, someone who will sweep you off your feet when you least expect it. You'll find love Zell, I promise, you will." With that she began to walk towards the door. She stopped only once and turned back and said "So I guess this is goodbye Zell, I'll see you around."
Zell stood there shell shocked. The tears came slowly to his eyes as he thought about the times they'd spent together, and all of the happiness that she'd brought to his heart. The tears came faster now, and he sat down and buried his face in his hands. He thought about what all he'd have done for her. The things he would've said. And how maybe he could have changed it. But there was no changing for him now, and the tears began to flow freely and he came to the grave realization that he would not get her back.
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Now, I can't tell ya for sure, because I'm not Zell but I bet you it was that moment, while he was sitting there in that library thinking back on all the times he'd spent with her, that it dawned on him that his garden was dead. Yep I think he came to realize that he'd been watering a plant that well, quite frankly wasn't getting any sunshine. Towards the end I figure the plant was already dead.
Now here's a fact of life. If a plant is dead you can't resurrect it. It doesn't matter how much water you pour, or how much sunlight you give it. If it's dead, it's dead. But perhaps our friend Zell wasn't on the worst end of things. It's been said before that "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all."
I won't venture to comment on whether or not that is true, you can make that decision for yourself. What I will say, is for every heart that has grown a beautiful flower of love, there is a heart that has known only weeds.
I feel some semblance of sorrow for that heart. I truly believe that it cries out for love, but it doesn't find it. You don't have to bite a doughnut to know it's sweet. It is the same for love. When you see it in others a part of you longs for it yourself. I'm sure that that's the case. Now I don't believe that there is one true "one" for everyone. As the romantics would like to tell us. I rather believe that if two people are willing to give what it takes, then love can grow and flourish.
Why then, I wonder, do so many walk through life without love it their hearts. outcast from community and friendship. I've seen them. They cling to their three or four so called friends and don't allow themselves to find what it is that they really want in life. A relationship with others and particularly the love of someone else.
Would I go so far as to say that there is something wrong with having three or four friends? No of course not, if that's what makes you happy, then by all means go for it. There are those however who are not happy, and yet they seem to find no escape from their run down boring lives. Not long ago Fujin, stood in that situation. She had the Disciplinary committee, but was she really happy? I dare say no. She put on the show really well, but she wasn't fooling to one person who it mattered to fool... herself.
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Seifer Almassy, and his Disciplinary Committee were walking down the halls in search of a delinquent underclassman who was skipping out of his class. They talked small talk like they always did. But for some reason, Fujin just wasn't the same.
"Damn it Fu, what is your problem today? You act like someone kicked your ass or something. If you'd like, I could arrange a real ass whipping in the training center to give you a reason." Alamassy stated.
"I've got a reason Almassy." She began, and I'm in just the mood to take your challenge."
Seifer laughed. "I still can't get used to you talking normal. I mean it just doesn't seem right. Whatever happened to good ole' Fu? Ever since the Ultimacia thing, you've been acting all weird. I'm still expecting to hear RAGE, and ANGER and all that shit. This new Fu is just weird."
"Seifer's right..." Raijin chimed in, but was soon stopped with a swift kick to the shins.
Seifer lost it. "Well, I guess it's not a totally new Fu." He said flashing his trademark smile.
"Shut up Seifer, I'm still the same Fujin, I just don't talk like an ass anymore that's all. If you don't like that, too bad. Maybe it's because you felt smarter when I sounded like an idiot." Fujin said insulting his intelligence.
Seifer was about to make a comment about how Fu was acting like a woman, all emotional and stuff, but he was interrupted by an obviously distraught Zell, who had just run around a corner. He wasn't crying, but it was obvious that he had been. He still had tear stained cheeks.
"Awe, did the Chicken - Wuss fall down and hurt himself?" Seifer instantly began teasing Zell. It caught him off guard when when Zell wheeled around and got in a fighting stance and looked like he was ready to kill someone. "Damn wuss, you know you don't want to fight me, just run along. I don't want to have to right you up for picking a fight." Seifer acted tough, but in reality, he wasn't interested in taking on that angry Zell that he saw in front of him.
"RAGE" Fujin yelled at Zell in her typical style. "WRITE UP" she continued.
Zell turned and continued down the hall. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to leave that library, because it held too many memories for him. He turned the corner, and disappeared..
Seifer was laughing at the top of his lungs. "Good job Fujin. I love it when you talk like that. It's just good old Fu."
"Yeah, I guess maybe it is." She said out loud. But she knew differently she knew how she really felt. She knew, and only she knew. What was up with Dincht anyway. He was normally so happy go lucky that it made her sick. That whole damn crew was. Hell, maybe now at least one of them knew what it felt like to be miserable she thought.
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Maybe it's true what they say, you know, that misery loves company, and if anyone was miserable, it was Fujin, or maybe Zell, or maybe, both of them. One of them punished because of lack of love through their whole life. Another penalized all at once through the realization of it's loss.
Here we are dealing with destitute hearts. Hearts that have weeds growing in them, hearts that are being examined by their owners, and seen to be lacking. When we look at these two individuals, we see that without a doubt they are miserable souls, without a doubt destitute, and broken.
Zell lost the love that he believed in, and felt he wanted for all time. Guess sometimes we all believe a lie. We think we want to be a ballerina, or a movie star, a baseball player, or the president. All good dreams to be sure, but how do those of us who have dreamed those dreams feel if or when we realize that they will never come true. And how much more could this feeling effect those who have believed in the one thing that they thought they would take to the grave with them, and come to find out that it wouldn't happen. Yes, Zell definitely had a reason for his misery, but that's all changed.
Fujin, well, I don't think that she ever knew any real love. I believe Raijin cared for her, but she pushed her poor bro around all the time. Because that's how she felt. She loved Almassy at one time, but then came to the realization that that wouldn't happen. But she'd never tasted anything real. Fujin had never held hands, never kissed anyone, or walked in the moonlight, or had someone to hold. She'd never danced because she'd never had a partner. You should see her dance now.
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---Ring ring........Ring ring.
"Hello."
---Dark Horse this is Square we've seen your newest work. These Zell/Fujin overtones are not acceptable.
"Screw you"
---Dark Horse, you constantly buck the system you know Fu and Zell would never get together. I'd advise you to drop this series now before you become a laughing stock.
Dark horse presses the speaker button, and replaces the telephone in the cradle, and begins typing on his computer.
---What are you doing dark horse. Hello, what's going on?
"Look, I'm writing on the next chapter of "You never Knew" ok. I need to concentrate. Be glad I didn't hang up on you. Now look I know that you people didn't put Zell and Fu together. But you know what I am going to because when you think about it, it works.
The story's called you never knew, and it was supposed to be a one shot that hinted at a Fujin Zell. Since you called I'm starting a second chapter. And I may just release it too. Just because I can.
---Dark horse, you are out of it. Your series The Redemption is floundering because you screwed around with the Hyne story, what makes you think you can pull this off. You are a laughing stock. Fine, this is authors suicide, and your committing it. I hope you enjoy all of your flames. I'm sure you'll get quite a few.
"I'm sure I will too. This is not a comedy piece, it's serious. People don't like to think, and I make them, if they want to flame me, let them. I'm a big boy I can take it. Now, unless you have something earth shattering, I'll have to let you go. I'm busy typing a chapter that I may just release if you don't leave me alone.
---Just one thing
"What?"
---Is it really a Zuujin?
"Well, the world may never know."
D.H. hangs up the phone, and returns to furiously typing. At the top of the screen it reveals the file name. "The Redemption. Chapter 33."
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Well there you have it. I know that most readers are turned off. You all think I'm an ass, and I'm trying to goof off. I'm not. This is a serious work, and I am thinking of continuing it. So don't be surprised if I do. For now though, let's assume this is a one shot. I'd like to thank all the people who Have inspired me, put up with me and tolerated me.
Nike Grrrrl - You rock, don't et anyone get you down.
Malice Shaw- You are probably in my opinion the best I've seen Just keep it up. Red Sky rules lol.
Chris- you read my stuff, and I appreciate that a lot. keep it up.
Ji Sun Kim- you aren't afraid to push the edges, and don't care what people think. That's a quality a lot of people don't have. Keep it up.
Zachere- Just a Little Sun and Rain (did I spell that right this time?) Was the greatest Quifer I ever read. It inspired me to write a romantic drama, and thus this story was born. I just started Fire Cross, looking good so far. Keep it up. Thanks for your stories.
To anyone I missed, oh yeah Smithee. Keep it up man, you've got personality, and good grammar.
Adios.