Dear Diary
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer:
Brass: give me my caffeine!! *Runs after Jedi-and who has her coke in his hands*
Jedi-and: you know what it does to you!!!
Brass: I don't care!! *Kaori walks out towards the crowd and sighs*
Kaori: he owns nothing... *she walks off again*
Authors note: I was actually encouraged to do this by a fan of mine!
Rikku (FFX): I never knew you had fans!
Jedi-and: Neither did I... but this goes out to Kari Anime queen! Enjoy! But I warn you; it's not as good as the last one. I might do Sumillidon's and Neutranurse's diaries too. I don't know yet.
Jedi-and
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Part two: Metabee's Diary
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Metabee was sitting at home. He slumped on to the sofa and grabbed the remote to flip through the channels; 'Meda-Buddy' was about to come on. It was one of the few Medabot Soap opera's around. This week, Konami would tell Asuka how she felt. It gave him a little nagging feeling in the back of his head. He had that feeling every time he was around some Female Medabots. Mostly a feeling of attraction and longing... he wondered for a while. He looked left and right and pulled a little tatty brown book and a pen from under the sofa. He jotted down a few things to a page. He was there for a while, his expression changing ever so slightly with each word. He heard Ikky slam the door
"I'm home!" he called out, Metabee fumbled the book and chucked it under the sofa. He quickly sat back up and continued to flip through the channels. "Oh there you are Metabee. Watching 'commercials' again?" Ikky asked, laughing a little.
"Yep." He replied flatly. He gave out a small metallic sigh as he stopped on one channel.
"What's wrong Metabee?" he leaned on the arm of the sofa,
"Nothing! Why do you keep buggin' me whilst I watch TV? Always with the 'What's wrong Metabee'..." he growled after doing a very convincing impression of Ikky.
"Huh? I don't know what's gotten in to you Metabee! I want you to robattle with Brass not argue with me!" Ikky yelled as the little yellow bot stood up,
"I WON'T FIGHT HER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS GOTTEN IN TO ME!!!" he stormed off, leaving Ikky a little stunned. He heard the slam of the door and fell heavily on to the sofa. So heavy he moved it back a few feet.
"Man, stubborn as always... Huh?" he noticed a small tatty book on the floor. He bent down and took a look. It was scrappy and old. But it didn't have a layer of dust. Which meant that it had been used recently. He opened the front and looked at the first page.
'M3TAB33'S DAIRY K33P OUT OR YOU WILL G3T A M3TA-B33 BOPPIN!'
It read. Ikky chuckled at the miss spelling and continued on. There were a lot of entries, each getting neater and neater, going from blue crayon to pencil to pen. The last entry was the script of a teen, a little sloppy in places but generally neat. He read it and his face filled with confusion and a little happiness and also a little worry.
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Dear Bob the Diary!
Hiya Bob, it's that time again. The time to put all my thoughts and feelings in to words... but... I don't think I can without sounding a bit snobbish. But what the heck.
I keep wondering what these feelings are that is going through my mind... my head feels like it is splitting because of these sharp sensations. each running around my mind as if it was a wild horse... unable to halt because of it's aim, it's soul goal. I watch love around me everyday, Ikky wanting Karin and so on and so forth, the shows I watch, love is there... love is there when some one is kissed or even held... I saw Ikky's mom kiss and hug Ikky's dad before he left. I feel crushed... I never have felt this low... I'm at the top of my game! A champion! A world-class athlete! I have it all! And yet... I have nothing... the thing I want is just out of my reach, just that little too far away. It isn't a goal, nor an object, but a person. Just a little too far away to know my feelings. I tried my hand at love before and fail, miserably... I was fooling myself that day, the day I let her body be used. I thought that this voice, this kind voice was the one for me. But I was wrong... I tried so hard to impress her that I found myself impressing the wrong person... the person who I had never seen in her true body. As I stared in to her eyes I found myself drawn to her, but what was I drawn too? The personality? Or the personality the owner of her temporary body? I don't know. Damn it! My mind is a jumble! I can't think straight! Damn her! Her and her good looks and soft tongue! She has forsaken me to an eternity's worth of indecision! I am plagued by the fact I still dream about her! I see the person I wanted in my dreams! And it isn't the same person as I went after that day! I see her everyday, and everyday it becomes harder to say what I truly believe...
"I Love you..."
Three little words... not hard right? Wrong. They are the hardest words ANYONE can say! Other three words can be used, and their difficulty is slightly less to say.
"I want you" or "I need you" or "I Adore you" but none of them have the same impact, as "I love you"
I must be a fool! All this time I look to her for support of hope, not acknowledging the truth, never letting down my impassable barrier of pride and stubbornness for truth and love. I may be a strong Medabot but I have nothing... Oh sure, I can win a trophy or claim a prize but when does a prize kiss you on the cheek when you go out or give you a hug in front of your favourite movie? Never... What am I thinking? It's not like she loves me back, nope... she just follows her Medafighter around like her slave. I am NEVER able to get five minuets alone with her... those humans ALWAYS interrupt us with the "I found a great story!" "And Lets go!"
Even thinking about her sends my stomach in to knots. Her pearl white face and soft hands, her big pink eyes and blue hair only adds to my love for her. I HATE YOU FOOL! YES YOU METABEE! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!? I hat myself... all the fuss I made over Oceana... I can't believe I did that... I KNEW I was hurting her, the one I loved... I just knew... and I still carried on... I could see her, filling with pain! I didn't want to but my macho side got the better of me... her aches and pains are ALL MY DOING!! I can't cope... I need to say something... something soon... I feel I'll burst with love if I don't say anything soon. Love? Or perhaps pain... I see myself, waking up in the night and looking to the moon, wondering if I'll ever get a chance to say what I feel. HA! Fat chance... Ikky is only interested in one thing... Robattles... that's what pushed her away... the fact I robattle... that's all I'm good for... 'Metabee, Laser cannon!' or 'Metabee fire Missiles' or 'Metabee do this do that,' AND I THOUGHT I WAS FREE!!! Every time I see her face I wonder how I will say what I want to say... but after I find the courage to ask her, her Medafighter drags her away again. Laughable isn't it? a champion, with out enough guts to tell a person how I feel. Damn! Ikky's back! I'll write later Bob. I just hope I can admit my feelings to Brass before it's too late...
Metabee
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Ikky looked stunned at the page. He took a quick jog up the stairs to his room and rummaged around in Metabee's cloak, which was given to him by Rokusho. Nothing... that was odd because ANY of value was kept there. He looked around a bit and looked under his bed. A small wooden box... amazingly he had never noticed it before. It was hidden under some Medaparts. He pulled it out. It had a lock. The question cropped up in his mind weather or not to break it or look for a key. The questioned surfaced weather or not he should invade Metabee's personal space, but if faded when the lid fell off because it had a lock, but wasn't locked. Several things fell to the floor. He picked up a small painted wooden frame. It was a picture. But not any picture, it was one of Brass. He lifted it up and looked at it. There were also shards of paper with poetry on it. Imagine, Metabee writing poetry about Brass of all people. He thought he only liked her as a friend, nothing more. He chuckled as he took the picture downstairs and placed it in his pocket. He HAD to tell Erika about Metabee. He stepped out the door to see the very person he wanted to speak to
"Hey Erika. How are things?" she stopped and glared at him,
"Bad! You Medabot has been playing with my Medabot's heart like a drum! She wrote in her diary that she was going to commit suicide! I gotta find her!" Ikky just stared at her dumbfounded.
"Wow... Brass keeps a diary?" was all Ikky could say, "Metabee keeps one too. It's full of stuff about Brass and..." it had suddenly clicked
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer:
Brass: give me my caffeine!! *Runs after Jedi-and who has her coke in his hands*
Jedi-and: you know what it does to you!!!
Brass: I don't care!! *Kaori walks out towards the crowd and sighs*
Kaori: he owns nothing... *she walks off again*
Authors note: I was actually encouraged to do this by a fan of mine!
Rikku (FFX): I never knew you had fans!
Jedi-and: Neither did I... but this goes out to Kari Anime queen! Enjoy! But I warn you; it's not as good as the last one. I might do Sumillidon's and Neutranurse's diaries too. I don't know yet.
Jedi-and
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Part two: Metabee's Diary
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Metabee was sitting at home. He slumped on to the sofa and grabbed the remote to flip through the channels; 'Meda-Buddy' was about to come on. It was one of the few Medabot Soap opera's around. This week, Konami would tell Asuka how she felt. It gave him a little nagging feeling in the back of his head. He had that feeling every time he was around some Female Medabots. Mostly a feeling of attraction and longing... he wondered for a while. He looked left and right and pulled a little tatty brown book and a pen from under the sofa. He jotted down a few things to a page. He was there for a while, his expression changing ever so slightly with each word. He heard Ikky slam the door
"I'm home!" he called out, Metabee fumbled the book and chucked it under the sofa. He quickly sat back up and continued to flip through the channels. "Oh there you are Metabee. Watching 'commercials' again?" Ikky asked, laughing a little.
"Yep." He replied flatly. He gave out a small metallic sigh as he stopped on one channel.
"What's wrong Metabee?" he leaned on the arm of the sofa,
"Nothing! Why do you keep buggin' me whilst I watch TV? Always with the 'What's wrong Metabee'..." he growled after doing a very convincing impression of Ikky.
"Huh? I don't know what's gotten in to you Metabee! I want you to robattle with Brass not argue with me!" Ikky yelled as the little yellow bot stood up,
"I WON'T FIGHT HER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAS GOTTEN IN TO ME!!!" he stormed off, leaving Ikky a little stunned. He heard the slam of the door and fell heavily on to the sofa. So heavy he moved it back a few feet.
"Man, stubborn as always... Huh?" he noticed a small tatty book on the floor. He bent down and took a look. It was scrappy and old. But it didn't have a layer of dust. Which meant that it had been used recently. He opened the front and looked at the first page.
'M3TAB33'S DAIRY K33P OUT OR YOU WILL G3T A M3TA-B33 BOPPIN!'
It read. Ikky chuckled at the miss spelling and continued on. There were a lot of entries, each getting neater and neater, going from blue crayon to pencil to pen. The last entry was the script of a teen, a little sloppy in places but generally neat. He read it and his face filled with confusion and a little happiness and also a little worry.
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Dear Bob the Diary!
Hiya Bob, it's that time again. The time to put all my thoughts and feelings in to words... but... I don't think I can without sounding a bit snobbish. But what the heck.
I keep wondering what these feelings are that is going through my mind... my head feels like it is splitting because of these sharp sensations. each running around my mind as if it was a wild horse... unable to halt because of it's aim, it's soul goal. I watch love around me everyday, Ikky wanting Karin and so on and so forth, the shows I watch, love is there... love is there when some one is kissed or even held... I saw Ikky's mom kiss and hug Ikky's dad before he left. I feel crushed... I never have felt this low... I'm at the top of my game! A champion! A world-class athlete! I have it all! And yet... I have nothing... the thing I want is just out of my reach, just that little too far away. It isn't a goal, nor an object, but a person. Just a little too far away to know my feelings. I tried my hand at love before and fail, miserably... I was fooling myself that day, the day I let her body be used. I thought that this voice, this kind voice was the one for me. But I was wrong... I tried so hard to impress her that I found myself impressing the wrong person... the person who I had never seen in her true body. As I stared in to her eyes I found myself drawn to her, but what was I drawn too? The personality? Or the personality the owner of her temporary body? I don't know. Damn it! My mind is a jumble! I can't think straight! Damn her! Her and her good looks and soft tongue! She has forsaken me to an eternity's worth of indecision! I am plagued by the fact I still dream about her! I see the person I wanted in my dreams! And it isn't the same person as I went after that day! I see her everyday, and everyday it becomes harder to say what I truly believe...
"I Love you..."
Three little words... not hard right? Wrong. They are the hardest words ANYONE can say! Other three words can be used, and their difficulty is slightly less to say.
"I want you" or "I need you" or "I Adore you" but none of them have the same impact, as "I love you"
I must be a fool! All this time I look to her for support of hope, not acknowledging the truth, never letting down my impassable barrier of pride and stubbornness for truth and love. I may be a strong Medabot but I have nothing... Oh sure, I can win a trophy or claim a prize but when does a prize kiss you on the cheek when you go out or give you a hug in front of your favourite movie? Never... What am I thinking? It's not like she loves me back, nope... she just follows her Medafighter around like her slave. I am NEVER able to get five minuets alone with her... those humans ALWAYS interrupt us with the "I found a great story!" "And Lets go!"
Even thinking about her sends my stomach in to knots. Her pearl white face and soft hands, her big pink eyes and blue hair only adds to my love for her. I HATE YOU FOOL! YES YOU METABEE! WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!? I hat myself... all the fuss I made over Oceana... I can't believe I did that... I KNEW I was hurting her, the one I loved... I just knew... and I still carried on... I could see her, filling with pain! I didn't want to but my macho side got the better of me... her aches and pains are ALL MY DOING!! I can't cope... I need to say something... something soon... I feel I'll burst with love if I don't say anything soon. Love? Or perhaps pain... I see myself, waking up in the night and looking to the moon, wondering if I'll ever get a chance to say what I feel. HA! Fat chance... Ikky is only interested in one thing... Robattles... that's what pushed her away... the fact I robattle... that's all I'm good for... 'Metabee, Laser cannon!' or 'Metabee fire Missiles' or 'Metabee do this do that,' AND I THOUGHT I WAS FREE!!! Every time I see her face I wonder how I will say what I want to say... but after I find the courage to ask her, her Medafighter drags her away again. Laughable isn't it? a champion, with out enough guts to tell a person how I feel. Damn! Ikky's back! I'll write later Bob. I just hope I can admit my feelings to Brass before it's too late...
Metabee
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Ikky looked stunned at the page. He took a quick jog up the stairs to his room and rummaged around in Metabee's cloak, which was given to him by Rokusho. Nothing... that was odd because ANY of value was kept there. He looked around a bit and looked under his bed. A small wooden box... amazingly he had never noticed it before. It was hidden under some Medaparts. He pulled it out. It had a lock. The question cropped up in his mind weather or not to break it or look for a key. The questioned surfaced weather or not he should invade Metabee's personal space, but if faded when the lid fell off because it had a lock, but wasn't locked. Several things fell to the floor. He picked up a small painted wooden frame. It was a picture. But not any picture, it was one of Brass. He lifted it up and looked at it. There were also shards of paper with poetry on it. Imagine, Metabee writing poetry about Brass of all people. He thought he only liked her as a friend, nothing more. He chuckled as he took the picture downstairs and placed it in his pocket. He HAD to tell Erika about Metabee. He stepped out the door to see the very person he wanted to speak to
"Hey Erika. How are things?" she stopped and glared at him,
"Bad! You Medabot has been playing with my Medabot's heart like a drum! She wrote in her diary that she was going to commit suicide! I gotta find her!" Ikky just stared at her dumbfounded.
"Wow... Brass keeps a diary?" was all Ikky could say, "Metabee keeps one too. It's full of stuff about Brass and..." it had suddenly clicked