Tired of writing long chapters, I've decided to write a shorter one. This
fic is dedicated to three fabulous writers. Shinikami Dragon, I promised
and you'll see why in the second chapter. Wise Wolf, you'll know why if you
read on. Akaiciel, well let's just say certain scenes in this chapter and
in the upcoming chapters were written for you. Well now, on with the fic.
Aw... don't be sad you other guys who've read and reviewed my work especially
Red countess and her league of muses. Your dedications are under
construction. Well anywayz, nothing to look forward to, this chapter is not
really representative of my style. After reading some other fics I realised
that I'm not a very good writer. I ask only that you bear with my poor
writing.
Messages
"Alright Rei, you can have the computer now!" Tyson yelled from Max's bedroom.
"Yay!"
A dark- haired youth plunged into the brightly coloured room and hopped into the comfy green swivel chair with cat- like grace.
"You shouldn't have taught him how to use e- mail Max." Tyson informed the grinning fair- haired youth lounging on his bed.
"But it's made him so happy." Max pointed out, grinning at Rei who was still spinning on the swivel chair.
"I'm getting dizzy." Rei complained but his feline teeth gleamed in the toothy smile plastered on his fair skin.
"Maybe you shouldn't have jumped onto the chair?" Tyson suggested with a trace of sarcasm but he gripped the chair firmly and Rei stopped spinning.
"Thanks." Rei mumbled dizzily.
Tyson shook his head, his dark blue ponytail swinging idly behind him.
"What's so special about this guy? You never seem yourself when you're expecting his mail." The brown- eyed Japanese youth queried.
"I told you already, his poems." Rei mumbled absentmindedly as he double- clicked on the Microsoft Outlook icon.
"I write poems too. You don't exactly jump with excitement when I recite them." Tyson countered as he moved to sit beside Max.
"Are you talking about the one where you find a plate of fried rice and you get to eat it?" Rei asked as he stared at the screen.
"Or the one where you muse over what's for lunch?" Max contributed.
"Or the one-" Rei continued.
"Alright already! I get the picture." Tyson interrupted grumpily.
"Awww... little Tyson's mad." Max teased tugging at the frowning boy's ponytail.
Tyson turned to glare at the mirthful turquoise eyes. Max gave him a winning grin and Tyson broke into a wry smile.
"I can't get mad with you when you smile like that." Tyson sighed in resignation.
"I know!" Max replied smiling victoriously.
"But I can still tickle you!" Tyson roared and launched himself on top of Max.
Max burst into helpless laughter as Tyson groped his sides.
"Give in?" Tyson asked the Eurasian boy writhing beneath him.
Max managed a weak nod.
Tyson relented and than thought better of it and dropped closer to the warm body, his breath warm against the fair skin.
"Behave." Max whispered throwing a quick glance at the Chinese boy sitting impatiently before the computer screen.
Tyson frowned irritably but he sighed and sat back up again.
"Come on, come on, come on..." Rei chanted fidgeting in his seat.
He scanned through the rows and rows of adverts searching for that one name-
-and he found it!
"YES!" Rei shouted spreading his happiness about the room.
White_Wolf.
Rei raced to click on the message. The words couldn't load fast enough for Rei's hungry eyes.
"Dear Snow_Tiger,
Your last poem was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Compared to your beautiful poetry, mine are just ugly words arranged in a row. Still, I hope you won't be repulsed by me and turn away, but I won't blame you if you do. I'm very bad at making friends, maybe I don't deserve them. Look at me, I'm making myself sound pathetic, just proves how ...pathetic I am. Anyway, this poem is for you.
Playground Afterthought
I dreamed bubbles.
Rainbow hued and hopeful.
Eagerly they flew like laughter,
Heavenwards,
They tried,
And Died.
I knew I was in a game,
Of tag and I was
"It".
Searching for someone to touch,
Phantoms are all I clutch.
I frantically seek,
Where they, my friends, are hiding.
My bubbles were hollow
Soapwater,
And fell like tears
Reminding me,
I am "It".
There is no other.
No one, none
To bother.
Don't bother.
I know...it's not very good. I want to read your poetry. I can't seem to write anything good.
Eagerly awaiting your next e- mail, White_Wolf."
Rei sighed as his eyes reached the end of the e- mail. He re- read the last three lines of White_Wolf's poem.
"No one, none/ To bother. / Don't bother."
"Why do you do this to yourself White_ Wolf?" Rei murmured quietly.
"Not exactly the cheeriest person is he?" Tyson commented reading from behind Rei's slim shoulder.
"It's beautiful though, that poem." Rei pointed out.
Max moved over to Rei's side and quickly read the message.
"He certainly seems to put himself down a lot." Max noted.
"Yeah." Rei agreed frowning a little.
"So you're going to write him a poem?" Tyson asked, turning his warm, brown eyes on to the sad, golden eyes.
"Hm? Yeah, I am..." Rei replied distractedly.
"Cheer up Rei! Don't be so sad." Max comforted, resting his warm hands on Rei's shoulders.
Rei purred a sigh.
"I can't help it. There's just so much pain in his words." Rei replied turning his golden kitten eyes towards the silent turquoise eyes.
"Hey guys, Kai wants to talk about training."
A chocolate- haired youth stood by the doorway.
"Does he ever want to talk about anything else?" Tyson grumbled.
"Well, we'd better go." Max said cheerfully and hopped up to Kenny.
"Coming?" Max asked, turning his bright blue eyes to Tyson and then to Rei.
"Might as well." Tyson sighed in resignation.
"Give me a moment." Rei replied typing furiously on the keyboard.
"Kai doesn't like to be kept waiting." Kenny warned.
"I know, I know, just give me a minute."
Dear White_Wolf,
I've never met someone so worthy of beauty and yet so oblivious to that fact. The simple truth is that you're a wonderful person. I can tell that from your writing and your poetry. You're wonderful, so stop putting yourself down 'k?
Well anyway, here goes my poor attempt at poetry.
Song of Courage
The night is a mystery to the world,
Mystery of the faith,
That the sun rises on pages unfurled,
And faithfully unravels expectant dusk.
Dawn and the question to the day.
"What power breathes from dreams today?"
Have the image casted high,
Print the memory past the sky.
Soar on the spirit hid inside.
Ride on the tune and melody.
There's no place now left to hide,
Sing aloud and fall free.
What is this spirit catching on?
Is it a picture or a song?
Frame your spirit in the dawn,
Existence from the dream, I'm alive.
Well, it's not much, but I hope it cheers you up. Anywayz got to go now if I still want to be alive to read you next e- mail. Cheer up 'k?
Your Pal, Snow_Tiger.
Rei read his reply once through and then quickly clicked on the send button.
"Rei..." Tyson called more than a little impatiently.
"Coming!" Rei replied placating.
He shut down Max's computer and hurried to the others.
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Who exactly is White_Wolf? Wouldn't you like to know? *grins evilly* Well, not till the next chapter. So far the poems recorded here are all mine unless Wise Wolf will give me permission to use hers...Won't you please dearest phoenix? Till next time.
.
Messages
"Alright Rei, you can have the computer now!" Tyson yelled from Max's bedroom.
"Yay!"
A dark- haired youth plunged into the brightly coloured room and hopped into the comfy green swivel chair with cat- like grace.
"You shouldn't have taught him how to use e- mail Max." Tyson informed the grinning fair- haired youth lounging on his bed.
"But it's made him so happy." Max pointed out, grinning at Rei who was still spinning on the swivel chair.
"I'm getting dizzy." Rei complained but his feline teeth gleamed in the toothy smile plastered on his fair skin.
"Maybe you shouldn't have jumped onto the chair?" Tyson suggested with a trace of sarcasm but he gripped the chair firmly and Rei stopped spinning.
"Thanks." Rei mumbled dizzily.
Tyson shook his head, his dark blue ponytail swinging idly behind him.
"What's so special about this guy? You never seem yourself when you're expecting his mail." The brown- eyed Japanese youth queried.
"I told you already, his poems." Rei mumbled absentmindedly as he double- clicked on the Microsoft Outlook icon.
"I write poems too. You don't exactly jump with excitement when I recite them." Tyson countered as he moved to sit beside Max.
"Are you talking about the one where you find a plate of fried rice and you get to eat it?" Rei asked as he stared at the screen.
"Or the one where you muse over what's for lunch?" Max contributed.
"Or the one-" Rei continued.
"Alright already! I get the picture." Tyson interrupted grumpily.
"Awww... little Tyson's mad." Max teased tugging at the frowning boy's ponytail.
Tyson turned to glare at the mirthful turquoise eyes. Max gave him a winning grin and Tyson broke into a wry smile.
"I can't get mad with you when you smile like that." Tyson sighed in resignation.
"I know!" Max replied smiling victoriously.
"But I can still tickle you!" Tyson roared and launched himself on top of Max.
Max burst into helpless laughter as Tyson groped his sides.
"Give in?" Tyson asked the Eurasian boy writhing beneath him.
Max managed a weak nod.
Tyson relented and than thought better of it and dropped closer to the warm body, his breath warm against the fair skin.
"Behave." Max whispered throwing a quick glance at the Chinese boy sitting impatiently before the computer screen.
Tyson frowned irritably but he sighed and sat back up again.
"Come on, come on, come on..." Rei chanted fidgeting in his seat.
He scanned through the rows and rows of adverts searching for that one name-
-and he found it!
"YES!" Rei shouted spreading his happiness about the room.
White_Wolf.
Rei raced to click on the message. The words couldn't load fast enough for Rei's hungry eyes.
"Dear Snow_Tiger,
Your last poem was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Compared to your beautiful poetry, mine are just ugly words arranged in a row. Still, I hope you won't be repulsed by me and turn away, but I won't blame you if you do. I'm very bad at making friends, maybe I don't deserve them. Look at me, I'm making myself sound pathetic, just proves how ...pathetic I am. Anyway, this poem is for you.
Playground Afterthought
I dreamed bubbles.
Rainbow hued and hopeful.
Eagerly they flew like laughter,
Heavenwards,
They tried,
And Died.
I knew I was in a game,
Of tag and I was
"It".
Searching for someone to touch,
Phantoms are all I clutch.
I frantically seek,
Where they, my friends, are hiding.
My bubbles were hollow
Soapwater,
And fell like tears
Reminding me,
I am "It".
There is no other.
No one, none
To bother.
Don't bother.
I know...it's not very good. I want to read your poetry. I can't seem to write anything good.
Eagerly awaiting your next e- mail, White_Wolf."
Rei sighed as his eyes reached the end of the e- mail. He re- read the last three lines of White_Wolf's poem.
"No one, none/ To bother. / Don't bother."
"Why do you do this to yourself White_ Wolf?" Rei murmured quietly.
"Not exactly the cheeriest person is he?" Tyson commented reading from behind Rei's slim shoulder.
"It's beautiful though, that poem." Rei pointed out.
Max moved over to Rei's side and quickly read the message.
"He certainly seems to put himself down a lot." Max noted.
"Yeah." Rei agreed frowning a little.
"So you're going to write him a poem?" Tyson asked, turning his warm, brown eyes on to the sad, golden eyes.
"Hm? Yeah, I am..." Rei replied distractedly.
"Cheer up Rei! Don't be so sad." Max comforted, resting his warm hands on Rei's shoulders.
Rei purred a sigh.
"I can't help it. There's just so much pain in his words." Rei replied turning his golden kitten eyes towards the silent turquoise eyes.
"Hey guys, Kai wants to talk about training."
A chocolate- haired youth stood by the doorway.
"Does he ever want to talk about anything else?" Tyson grumbled.
"Well, we'd better go." Max said cheerfully and hopped up to Kenny.
"Coming?" Max asked, turning his bright blue eyes to Tyson and then to Rei.
"Might as well." Tyson sighed in resignation.
"Give me a moment." Rei replied typing furiously on the keyboard.
"Kai doesn't like to be kept waiting." Kenny warned.
"I know, I know, just give me a minute."
Dear White_Wolf,
I've never met someone so worthy of beauty and yet so oblivious to that fact. The simple truth is that you're a wonderful person. I can tell that from your writing and your poetry. You're wonderful, so stop putting yourself down 'k?
Well anyway, here goes my poor attempt at poetry.
Song of Courage
The night is a mystery to the world,
Mystery of the faith,
That the sun rises on pages unfurled,
And faithfully unravels expectant dusk.
Dawn and the question to the day.
"What power breathes from dreams today?"
Have the image casted high,
Print the memory past the sky.
Soar on the spirit hid inside.
Ride on the tune and melody.
There's no place now left to hide,
Sing aloud and fall free.
What is this spirit catching on?
Is it a picture or a song?
Frame your spirit in the dawn,
Existence from the dream, I'm alive.
Well, it's not much, but I hope it cheers you up. Anywayz got to go now if I still want to be alive to read you next e- mail. Cheer up 'k?
Your Pal, Snow_Tiger.
Rei read his reply once through and then quickly clicked on the send button.
"Rei..." Tyson called more than a little impatiently.
"Coming!" Rei replied placating.
He shut down Max's computer and hurried to the others.
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Who exactly is White_Wolf? Wouldn't you like to know? *grins evilly* Well, not till the next chapter. So far the poems recorded here are all mine unless Wise Wolf will give me permission to use hers...Won't you please dearest phoenix? Till next time.
.