Author's note: I feel especially proud of this one, so please REVIEW. In
case you're wondering about the title. I thought it just sounded okay. And
it also reminded be of "behind the ears" from the Disney channel. :-)
Behind the Eye Patch (Fujin) by WitchHazel
I'm intimidating, I know. When people see me and my friends, they start to fidget and glance around the room as if to see whether there is an empty chair somewhere else. I think they feel like they're trapped in a room with a dangerous weapon and a mentally unstable person. But it doesn't matter to us, thats the illusion we're trying to make.
You look at me, and you see a silver haired, pale teen with an eye patch. I doubt many people besides our posse and faculty know, or care what's behind that silk cloth. And if they did, it's probably so they can gossip and backbite about me. I've heard many theories made by the jackasses at the Garden. They think I was born blind in that eye, or that I lost it in an accident. Both speculations are wrong. Even if I told them, they wouldn't like the truth. The influential people in B. Garden like to assume things and feel superior.
Here is the truth, whether you want to hear it or not. I have one red eye, which everyone seems to look disgustedly at, and a pale purple one, which I myself hide with embarrassment. I don't know why I chose to cover the purple one. Frankly, I think the color is. okay, I guess. But I prefer red to any other color. And it's true to the image people want to see me as. Anyway, I don't need anymore washed out colors in my body.
As you can tell, with those long paragraphs that I've spat out, that I can speak perfectly fine. I really can, when I want to.
I have a pretty large vocabulary, and I like writing (though no one knows this, not even Seifer). It's just that I must play the part everyone expects me to be. Even though the true me is very different from the reflection that the Garden sees. I've gotten so used to it, switching to my "mean-scary" self that I don't even think of it anymore.
I could be talking to Raijin (who unfortunately says y'know as naturally as my yelled out words) when a group of the Accepted Ones pass. They'll eye us suspiciously like we might pounce on them or something. I usually just narrow my red eye to a slit, and scowl. "LEAVE" I yell, watching them scurry off hurriedly. I'm covering the intense longing that Seifer, Raijin and I used to posses.
All we all wanted was to be accepted.
No one has heard about how we met, us three. I guess we were off-center loners who wanted some other people to hang out with.
Seifer: The ambitious dreamer who wanted to be the best, but was shunned by all for some unknown reason.
Raijin: The reckless but pleasant kid who was ignored and bullied for adding a small word to the end of each sentence.
And me: Fujin. I was different from everybody. How I longed when I was a child to have red hair and green eyes. Bright colors, instead of this bland shade I was born with. I am an albino, and I was tormented and trampled by the normal kids. I endured the emotional pain that I was often in, and I probably would have done something. drastic, if it weren't for my two friends.
They liked me. They accepted me as a little sister, and as the mother they did not have. For once in my harassed life I felt needed and loved.
That's the reason why I yell those words. I act that way because if I don't fit in like I wanted to, I will stand out as something else. I would act the way those people treated me when I was little.
So that's how it was. That's why Fujin and I would go with Seifer, even though we know what we were doing was wrong. That's why I traveled all over the world, trying to destroy the only home I've ever had, risking my life and everything I've ever known. I did this all for one of the few people who I truly love. I did everything for my posse.
Author's note: I think it got a bit sappy. Whaddya think? Which person do you want to hear from? Eeek. Biggs and Wedge are hard to do, but I'm willing to take up the challenge as long as you REVIEW it. :-) Hehe! Oooh! If you're a fan of Seiftis, take the Seiftis Award Poll. Or whatever it's called.
Behind the Eye Patch (Fujin) by WitchHazel
I'm intimidating, I know. When people see me and my friends, they start to fidget and glance around the room as if to see whether there is an empty chair somewhere else. I think they feel like they're trapped in a room with a dangerous weapon and a mentally unstable person. But it doesn't matter to us, thats the illusion we're trying to make.
You look at me, and you see a silver haired, pale teen with an eye patch. I doubt many people besides our posse and faculty know, or care what's behind that silk cloth. And if they did, it's probably so they can gossip and backbite about me. I've heard many theories made by the jackasses at the Garden. They think I was born blind in that eye, or that I lost it in an accident. Both speculations are wrong. Even if I told them, they wouldn't like the truth. The influential people in B. Garden like to assume things and feel superior.
Here is the truth, whether you want to hear it or not. I have one red eye, which everyone seems to look disgustedly at, and a pale purple one, which I myself hide with embarrassment. I don't know why I chose to cover the purple one. Frankly, I think the color is. okay, I guess. But I prefer red to any other color. And it's true to the image people want to see me as. Anyway, I don't need anymore washed out colors in my body.
As you can tell, with those long paragraphs that I've spat out, that I can speak perfectly fine. I really can, when I want to.
I have a pretty large vocabulary, and I like writing (though no one knows this, not even Seifer). It's just that I must play the part everyone expects me to be. Even though the true me is very different from the reflection that the Garden sees. I've gotten so used to it, switching to my "mean-scary" self that I don't even think of it anymore.
I could be talking to Raijin (who unfortunately says y'know as naturally as my yelled out words) when a group of the Accepted Ones pass. They'll eye us suspiciously like we might pounce on them or something. I usually just narrow my red eye to a slit, and scowl. "LEAVE" I yell, watching them scurry off hurriedly. I'm covering the intense longing that Seifer, Raijin and I used to posses.
All we all wanted was to be accepted.
No one has heard about how we met, us three. I guess we were off-center loners who wanted some other people to hang out with.
Seifer: The ambitious dreamer who wanted to be the best, but was shunned by all for some unknown reason.
Raijin: The reckless but pleasant kid who was ignored and bullied for adding a small word to the end of each sentence.
And me: Fujin. I was different from everybody. How I longed when I was a child to have red hair and green eyes. Bright colors, instead of this bland shade I was born with. I am an albino, and I was tormented and trampled by the normal kids. I endured the emotional pain that I was often in, and I probably would have done something. drastic, if it weren't for my two friends.
They liked me. They accepted me as a little sister, and as the mother they did not have. For once in my harassed life I felt needed and loved.
That's the reason why I yell those words. I act that way because if I don't fit in like I wanted to, I will stand out as something else. I would act the way those people treated me when I was little.
So that's how it was. That's why Fujin and I would go with Seifer, even though we know what we were doing was wrong. That's why I traveled all over the world, trying to destroy the only home I've ever had, risking my life and everything I've ever known. I did this all for one of the few people who I truly love. I did everything for my posse.
Author's note: I think it got a bit sappy. Whaddya think? Which person do you want to hear from? Eeek. Biggs and Wedge are hard to do, but I'm willing to take up the challenge as long as you REVIEW it. :-) Hehe! Oooh! If you're a fan of Seiftis, take the Seiftis Award Poll. Or whatever it's called.