Going, Going, Gone
by: CandiiKayn
A/N: I know, I know. I should be finishing my other story, the Crossover between Harry Potter and Cirque D' Freak, but there's very little traffic, so I decided to post something else. Yes, it seems to be another Crossover, but on my favourite subject: Anime!
Summary:
Being torn from your world is excruciating. Being torn from your world without your friends to look to for comfort is even worse. "I'll… I'll come with you. Just leave them alone." Yaoi, KiddXEdward.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of FMAB nor do I own SE. I am a big fan of both, but have just started watching both, so please pardon any mistakes, because I am not responsible for them, the airing dates are.
Entry 1: May 3, 2013
Father thinks I should begin to start a sort of journal, because (In his own words, mind you), I am becoming introverted and need some way to vent my emotions, other than "ranting about asymmetry and whatnot."
I suppose I should thank him. After all, the notebook he got me IS symmetrical, and I am quite taken with the swirl-design on the front cover. The only thing is this: I have grown a callous on my right middle-finger. I don't know how, but it has happened! I am sincerely an asymmetrical person. I am disgusting human being, filthy and undeserving of the life I have!
Patty is calling me for dinner, another concoction she seems to think I will enjoy. I wonder if she has ever vomited from her cooking before. It certainly would explain a lot if she lacks taste buds.
Well then, I shall take leave.
Kidd closed his notebook and set down his fountain pen, adjusting everything just slightly so that his pens were exactly three inches apart from the book, each on either side. The inkwell was exactly in the center, right above the notebook, which was one that you open from the top instead of the side.
"I'm coming, Patty!" I yelled down the stairs to the dining hall.
When I sat down, I hmm'ed in an impressed tone. "Who made this?" I asked Liz. She rolled her eyes.
"Me, of course. Do you think Patty could have made anything that even looked remotely edible?" That, of course, was a rhetorical question, but I chose to answer anyway.
"I suppose not." I poked around at my plate, suddenly not feeling very hungry. I sighed, my stomach had been doing weird things as of late, and I was getting tired of it.
"Kidd, are you alright?" Liz asked me. It sounded distorted, like it was coming in through water-logged ears. I pushed my plate away and pushed my chair back with my knees. It landed with a crash, but my addled brain didn't register it. I walked rather unsteadily back to my room upstairs – or at least, I attempted to. After three or four steps my knees gave way and I plummeted to the mahogany-wood floors. Liz ran to me, and before I fell completely she held me up. My knees still cracked on the hard wood. Nothing was registering in my mind, everything was going blank.
"Kidd? Kidd?!"
"I'll… be down in… a min'… jus' need t'…" My voice was slurring. Funny, I thought to myself, I couldn't recall having had any liquor pass through my lips… I was detached; everything was being processed through a tunnel through which I couldn't escape.
Darkness…
Darkness…
And I was going… going… gone.
A/N: Sorry for this being so short, I am going through a tough writers block, and my shoulder is literally KILLING me. Plus, my lazy arse is feeling overly-lazy, and I can't even manage to get 1,000 words into this story without magically willing a faerii into existence. Ugh. I think the whole story might go this way, maybe then I can post at least every other day, if not every day. I'd give art for this, but, once again, my lazy arse isn't letting me do anything, so I'll pass.