A/N: This is a trial run for this story. If anyone wishes for me to continue writing, message me or leave a comment. Thanks. =]
Mind the T rating for Language. That's all for now.
I just wanna run
Hide it away
'Cause they're chasing me down
I just wanna run
Throw it away
Run before they're finding me out
I just wanna run
—"I Just Wanna Run" by Downtown Fiction
Sometimes we just want to hope, hope for the best, but I, for one, can tell you that hoping for something does no good. It is better to be the cause to the reaction that you hunger for than to sit around on your lazy ass waiting for the world to turn for you. The world will never turn for you—you are just a tiny insignificant ball of carbon on this mass we call Earth. It is pathetic really that some of these sorry excuses for humans wander through their lives with outrageous senses of entitlement and minds as egotistically blown as my little red balloon that wanted to fly towards the sun. It died, you know, my balloon. It flew too close to the sun, just like Icarus, that cheeky bastard.
The day after my little red balloon died, I just bought another one, a little blue one this time. It did just the same thing. But really, I cannot compare humans to balloons so much. Besides, humans that are full of hot air, are rather chubby, and have no hair. I know a few of those humans. They are not really the friendly type. They have more the "if you insult me, I'll attempt to punch your face in" philosophy. Anyway, they are not pleasant creatures. I hope you realize this, for your own safety. Ha.
What was I going on about? Oh right! Carpe diem. Seize the fucking day. I edited the Latin phrase a bit, but that is the gist of it. Take as many risks as you can because life is dull if you don't. Moreover, who cares if things turn for the worst if you make a mistake? I sure as hell don't. If you die, if you get arrested, if you lose a friend, remember all the good things that come with those losses: you lived well, you broke the rules, you make another and better friend. I am proud of you for taking those risks. Come here, I'll give you a hug. Everything is better now, right? Right, I know.
If this isn't enough to inspire you, how about I throw in some puppies and chocolates and perhaps a few glasses of vodka. Better now, right? So get up off your ass and stop reading this, enjoy your day while it lasts.
You're still bloody here? Oh, I suppose you want to hear a story then? Fine, fine, I'll give you one. Patience is obviously not one of your virtues. But let me introduce myself, your humble narrator. You may call be Sir or Madam, for I do not have a gender. I am immaterial and am guiding this very willing author to write my observations for me here on this fictional, I note with some fury, story site. The creatures from my home call me Votaldrenu, in rough phonetic translation, so, if you truly wish for a title to call me, call me Vota. There, introductions done.
My tale begins where every story in my recollection finds its beginning, with Izaya Orihara.