Karta: Um, Okay. I'm just going to warn all of you that serious fictions are not my specialty. This is probably my second one I've posted so please be gentle with criticism if you can. Thank you.
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I've always known I was... Different somehow. It's not just my tail either, although that accents it. The slight subtle difference between me and everyone. The tiny little distinction, that everyone, not just myself, could detect.
At first I wasn't certain, if it was blatant or if only I felt the glass wall between us, the world and me. After all no one pointed out anything, really.
Oh I was called many things, (all having to do with primates, by the way) but nothing big. It was only a few years before I realized that all the people who had referred to my tail, called me Monkey Boy or Monkey Tail or whatever, did see the glass. They saw it, and like me, could not quite tell what it was.
The way I walked. The way I talked. What I said. What I did.
All of the most miniscule details were off.
I guess that's why I've always longed for home. It's one of the reasons anyway. I just wanted someone behind the glass, with me.
How ironic it was when I finally met my own people, and realized that the glass was not a sheet. It surrounded me. I was different from all the gnomes too.
Sure, Kuja could think; Mikoto could think. They were in their own glass cages.
It didn't matter though. Terra didn't matter, cages didn't matter. It what happened at Terra that mattered.
For a brief time I had realized I was alone, and the dream was gone. The dream that others were behind the glass. The dream that I was with someone else. That was a miniature portion of my life, but it was important, because in that seemingly insignificant moment I was lost in the thought of being trapped forever. I was gone. Anything and everything that really made me, me spiraled out of control.
Then, as if nothing had happened, everything was back and I could not, for the life of me, figure out why. Not until after our battle with Kuja in Crystal World did I understand. Just when everything in the universe and beyond was at stake I realized that someone had shattered the glass.
I wasn't standing in a bubble. I was standing with my comrades. The misfits of seven different societies stood with me. A gnome, a swordsman, a summoner, a princess, a dragon knight, a bandit, and a chef. Seven people with absolutely nothing to lose, but each other.
So now we have our own glass prison. Which suddenly seems a lot less lonesome.
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Karta: Oh. How cheesy. This was supposed to be about Zidane's tail! I turned it into a friendship fan fiction! GAHHH! I'm sooorrrrryyy! I like fluffy little friendship fics but I don't think anyone else does which means…!
I created something only I'M going to want to read! I don't need to read it! I wrote it!
Oh well. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone else will like friendship fictions too, huh?
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I've always known I was... Different somehow. It's not just my tail either, although that accents it. The slight subtle difference between me and everyone. The tiny little distinction, that everyone, not just myself, could detect.
At first I wasn't certain, if it was blatant or if only I felt the glass wall between us, the world and me. After all no one pointed out anything, really.
Oh I was called many things, (all having to do with primates, by the way) but nothing big. It was only a few years before I realized that all the people who had referred to my tail, called me Monkey Boy or Monkey Tail or whatever, did see the glass. They saw it, and like me, could not quite tell what it was.
The way I walked. The way I talked. What I said. What I did.
All of the most miniscule details were off.
I guess that's why I've always longed for home. It's one of the reasons anyway. I just wanted someone behind the glass, with me.
How ironic it was when I finally met my own people, and realized that the glass was not a sheet. It surrounded me. I was different from all the gnomes too.
Sure, Kuja could think; Mikoto could think. They were in their own glass cages.
It didn't matter though. Terra didn't matter, cages didn't matter. It what happened at Terra that mattered.
For a brief time I had realized I was alone, and the dream was gone. The dream that others were behind the glass. The dream that I was with someone else. That was a miniature portion of my life, but it was important, because in that seemingly insignificant moment I was lost in the thought of being trapped forever. I was gone. Anything and everything that really made me, me spiraled out of control.
Then, as if nothing had happened, everything was back and I could not, for the life of me, figure out why. Not until after our battle with Kuja in Crystal World did I understand. Just when everything in the universe and beyond was at stake I realized that someone had shattered the glass.
I wasn't standing in a bubble. I was standing with my comrades. The misfits of seven different societies stood with me. A gnome, a swordsman, a summoner, a princess, a dragon knight, a bandit, and a chef. Seven people with absolutely nothing to lose, but each other.
So now we have our own glass prison. Which suddenly seems a lot less lonesome.
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Karta: Oh. How cheesy. This was supposed to be about Zidane's tail! I turned it into a friendship fan fiction! GAHHH! I'm sooorrrrryyy! I like fluffy little friendship fics but I don't think anyone else does which means…!
I created something only I'M going to want to read! I don't need to read it! I wrote it!
Oh well. Maybe I'll get lucky and someone else will like friendship fictions too, huh?
