Some days Watanuki felt it just wasn't fair.
He and Domeki found themselves in strange, supernatural
instances on a daily basis. Odd instances and impossible dilemmas that most
people had dismissed as foolishness when they were children.
Everyday he and Domeki saw the improbable, the unexplainable,
the unnatural.
And still the world went round.
People still bought groceries at the same markets, fed the
same brussel sprouts to the same resisting children, drove the same family
members to the same bland social gatherings.
Still, it felt like something should be different. Like the
world should acknowledge the change in Watanuki by changing something of
itself. Watanuki saw the spirits of things long dead and survived the
encounters. The least the world could do was fall on its head (as he had done
on so many occasions).People could be several shades of plaid, for instance. They
could walk on their hands, sing every 5th word they spoke, drink
orange juice as it fell from the sky as rain.
But still the world turned, just as it always had.
Watanuki was saved once again, but the malicious spirit of something or other. They bled and bled and lived to see the next day.
Still the world went round.
Domeki lost his soul, watari saved a little girl, Himawari-chan laughed, and Yuko watched with the same quiet mystery as always. Watanuki met people, people who were dead or never lived, and was changed for the better.
Still the world turned.
No dictionaries eating students, no telephone boxes sprouting
wings and taking off.
Yuki still taunted Watanuki with scraps of prophecy, Himawari-chan
was as unfazed as always, Domeki remained mysterious, impassive, and oh-so-aggravating.Watanuki gave his eye for Domeki in a gesture of kindness
and kinship unknown to him. Domeki gave half his eye in return and created a
bond not only emotional but physical.
Still the world turned.
Trees didn't talk, flowers didn't hum charming ballads, caterpillars
refrained from destroying planet earth.
Domeki saw
the world through Watanuki's eye, yet still their world remained as ever.
Eat, drink, sleep, faun over Himawari-chan, feed Domeki, be aggravated
by Yuko, go on dangerous missions, eat lunch.
It was all so painfully dull, drab, familiar.
So when Domeki leaned down and kissed him, Watanuki wasn't all that surprised that the world kept on turning.
---
Not sure how I feel about this one, but in hindsight I actually kind of like it. anyways, its like 5 am now and I cant sleep --' ugh.
Anyways, review stories! Woot!
One day, The Author, was floating around on her cloud with her cat, content to watch the comings and goings of the people in whichever country she was floating over at that moment. She was about the take up a nap when, lo and behold, she spotted her arch-nemesis, The Novelist. She watched him carefully. He must be up to something. She thought. And sure enough soon she spotted The Novelist approaching two innocent kittens on their way to steal more french fries from a dumpster. With his oily charm and annoyingly bright smile, he charmed the kittens into following him. Oh no! The Author couldn't let this go on! The Novelist wasn't fit to raise a pet rock, much less two kittens. The last thing she needed was The Novelist training two new minions. She swooped down to save them, speeding though the air so that she could get there before they got too far - WHUMP! The unconscious body of The Author slid silently down the trunk of the tree she had hit. Her cat sighed and shook its head as it began the long arduous task of waking The Author up. The Novelist laughed manically as he and his two new minions headed off into the sunset.
Dun dun dun...okay, that was total crack, but isn't everything I write? The Author's cat begs you to review. Flames will be used to attack The Novelist.