Good news: I've successfully finished one entire fan-fiction, and I've even thrown in a second one that was already complete. I've suddenly got all my options free to do what I want to do.
Bad news: I've suddenly got all my options free to do what I want to do. Trouble is, what I want to do is update a fan-fiction, and the biggest roadblock is writer's block on that one last fan-fiction I can actually continue writing. Oy.
He remembered some time, way back, when there was a little boy.
The little boy's parents dropped him off by his grandparent's home to be babysat, while they took a few minutes to themselves. And the grandfather showed the little boy a set of building blocks, a few of them already piled up into a small tower.
Delighted, the boy picked up the remaining blocks, and he started to build. Higher and higher, the tower grew, and the boy kept building. At one point, though, the tower wobbled. The little boy didn't mind it, and kept on building. The wobble was still there, and became more evident as the tower's height continued to increase.
Because of that wobble, half the tower nearly fell over. Several blocks slid from the top many times before they finally settled. Yet, the boy persisted, and coaxed block after block on to the top of the tower.
It was a good two, maybe three hours after, when the little boy was finally finished. And there, before him, was every single block piled on top of each other, into a tall, magnificent tower of colors. It wobbled to the right a little, but it was a sight to behold, and quite a feat for one so small.
The little boy smiled, his expression full of pride for what he had made.
Then the little boy suddenly reached forward and kicked the base of the tower.
With a loud rumble, the tower fell, blocks scattering this way and that, not a one left on top of another.
The boy laughed and clapped his hands, sitting amidst the mess of blocks.
After that, the little boy picked up one of the blocks and set it down in the biggest empty space left on the carpet, starting to rebuild his tower.
The little boy continued to stack his blocks, allowing the tower to take form once more.
Then there was another wobble in this tower.
And as the boy finished that tower, he kicked it down as well.
And, just as before, he picked a block and rebuilt.
The little boy continued to rebuild, over and over again, and continued to demolish, over and over again, the tower always on his mind.
The thoughts of the just-right tower of blocks, without a single wobble.
He remembered that little boy, and he remembered what the little boy taught him then; a lesson that would always be engraved into his soul, molding him into the person he envisioned himself to become.
And on the day he removed the faux glasses from his face and discarded them back into the flawed land that was Soul Society, he did so with a finality.
That flawed land's time was done, and its tower was doomed to fall.
And from the ashes and debris, he would pick up the pieces and start over.
He would refine, remake, rebuild, renew...he would recreate the land of Soul Society.
His new land would be without a single flaw; without a single wobble.
His new world that he would make...would be perfect.
Shinigami Comical World (version Rubber): Home for the Weekend
After a long week of bashing in hard skulls, disintegrating Hollow masks, and running all over with the rest of Squad 13, Kaien was glad for his day off. He loved his job, but it was nice to be able to drop in on his family once in a while.
So, as the weekend ended, he dropped in his reports and left the office for Rukongai's outskirts.
His house was not hard to find; his sister had promised not to redecorate until he came back to help her. And help her, he would.
His aid would start...by babysitting his little brother as Kuukaku caught up with Yoruichi for some...girl thing.
"Oi, bugger; what's that you're up to, eh?"
Little Ganjyu looked up over a mouthful of wood block, then resumed stacking other blocks of the same material.
Automatically, Kaien reached over and removed the block from the child's mouth, wiping it dry carelessly against his shinigami robes before setting it back down. The younger boy did not protest as he continued stacking.
"...what is that you're making?"
"House," Ganjyu declared proudly.
"...alright..."
"Big brother help?"
"Sure."
The two sat on the hard floor, Kaien's "help" consisting of passing blocks to the engrossed Ganjyu, as the child stacked.
Finally, they both could sit back, looking upon a tower in the shape of a trident's head.
"...so are we done?" Kaien asked.
"No," Ganjyu answered easily.
"No?"
Ganjyu nodded solemnly and pulled out a round ball with a sparking
fuse on the end.
"We go boom now."
Kaien promptly reached forward and extinguished the spark between two fingers. "No; our sister will kill us."
Ganjyu whimpered, his face downcast as he held the now dormant ball in both his small hands.
Kaien regarded the little figure, then sighed as he left the room. He came back with a box of matches. Two strikes later, the fuse was sparking again.
The door to the house slammed open, and Kaien ran out into the fields with his little brother tucked firmly under one arm.
"... Heck, we were going to redecorate anyway."
Cryptic Innocence: Thanks for the reviews you sent my way. I like feedback, especially good ones.
ice illuser: Tricky, that extra piece; I don't know how much humor I can squeeze into the ends, but I'll try it.
Tsubasa Aska: Very close; you only got the yellow dog wrong.
ShinakaStar: Your welcome; it's fans like you who encourage me to keep trying with these.