Key:
implies words in italics/ introspective thoughts
' implies dialouge from the past/ a memory '
/ implies thoughts /
the rest is self explanitory ^_-
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Si algun dia decidieras,
* If one day you decide,
allegarte nuevamente de aqui
* to leave here again
ceredia cada las puertas
* I'd close every door
para que nunca podieras salir
* So that you'd never leave
------
Shakira- Tu
------
1 - Unique/Cliché
To be honest, I thought it was only foolish sentimental people that said that great
passionate love only came once, and if it came at all we were the fortunate ones.
You know what kind of love I am talking about, the kind of love that sucked your
soul dry and made you a slave to-
Passion? Sounds cliché right? But clichés had to start somewhere right? And at
the time they weren't clichés.
Let's keep with that idea. A love unlike any other. The kind of love that when lost
can never be found again and you feel as if you are an empty husk thrown on the side of
the road by a careless person.
They say that love so "grand", so "sweeping", so "pure" only happens once and
to lose that love is all right because you have the memories to keep your heart warm at
night.
Too bad my grand, passionate, sweeping love came and went early in my long
life.
Love sick fools are just that, sick. Poisoned by their fond memories that have been
mutated into bitters sweet memories that pained them at night.
No wonder Nakuru leaves when I get dark like this. I don't blame her.
"Achoo!" Nakuru said as she distastefully poked at a sheet covering the piano in
the ballroom. "Mou, why do I have to have the dustiest room in the house?" she moaned.
"Because you chose to do this room." Spinel said as he flew in with a bucket of
cleaning supplies.
"But its so dusty!" Nakuru said as she ran a finger along the piano cover and grimaced
at the sheet of dust that clung to her finger.
"That's what happens when we don't return for a few years." Spinel said as he set
the bucket down on the piano. "Cheer up, this room isn't so bad, its just a large floor and
lost of dusting. Be glad he didn't make you clean the chandeliers and the corners of the
vaulted ceilings."
Nakuru sighed as she blew a stray strand of pink hair. "Couldn't we hire
someone?"
"We already did, but we're helping to keep the cost down," Eriol said as he
entered with a mop and a broom, "Call it character building." he said as he set the broom
and mop against the wall.
Nakuru stared at her master. He looked weary and tired. She smiled brightly. "All
right!" she pushed her sleeves up, "After this I'll attack the kitchen."
Eriol smiled weakly at Nakuru and said, "Thank you." he left the room.
Nakuru turned to Spinel. "I had hoped that returning would help him."
Spinel sat down on the piano, "I warned you that transplanting yourself to another place doesn't
solve problems." he said, "It only moves the pain to a prettier place."
Nakuru nodded. She tugged on Spinel's cheek, "We'll cheer him up in no time."
"As long as it doesn't involve stuffing me with sweets." he muttered as he picked
up a duster.
"Mouuu Suppi-chan you're so dour!"
---
At the time, Eriol was grateful for Nakuru's suggestion to return to Tomoeda.
Now he realized that it didn't do much. Memories were memories regardless of where
you went, and worse yet, new memories surfaced as he walked around the dusty house.
He had the cleaning crew work on the upper rooms while he, Nakuru, and Spinel worked
on the lower rooms.
As he worked on the downstairs study he remembered what Nakuru did to
convince him to come.
'Mou! Eriol.' Nakuru said as she sat down in on the ottoman. She smoothed out
the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt.
'Spinel Sun get off me.' Eriol said in a deadly voice.
'Unfortunately I have to agree with Nakuru.' Spinel said as his wail waved in the
air. He was literally lounging on Eriol, who was sprawled under him face down.
Nakuru sighed and muttered something about boys never having any sense and
always running away from her.
'Well, you scare them.' Eriol said tartly.
'Last words?' Nakuru asked in a sing song voice as she leaned forward and
moved his bangs out of his eyes.
Eriol moaned, 'For the last time Spinel, get off me!'
"Not until you agree to snap out of that melancholy mood. Its depressing.'
'Well I have a right to be depressed.' Eriol muttered.
Nakuru bit back her answer to that comment.
'That was a year ago.' Spinel said.
'I am a slow healer.' Eriol said in a low voice.
Nakuru made a show of fixing her stockings.
Spinel let his head rest on his paws which was on Eriol's shoulders. The sound of
the grandfather clock in the foyer ticked off the time.
'Alright!' he exclaimed. 'I'll go,' he said. /There are less memories there./ 'I'll
go.'
'Yay!' Nakuru exclaimed. 'I get to see Touya-kun!' her eyes suddently narrowed.
'You aren't going to work your way around this. This is an agreement between us three.'
she said as she shook a finger at him.
Eriol sighed, 'No, no, I agree, I will go to Tomoeda.'
Nakuru smiled, 'For a year.'
'A year!?'
'I could say two.' she said as she fixed the ruffles on her blouse.
'For a year.' he added.
'And if you stay the same, we won't argue with you on your state of depression.
We will just tend to you like the dutiful companions we are, and we will watch you wither
away from depression.'
'You make me sound like someone at a nursing home.' Eriol muttered.
'Well...' she stopped her comment about very old weary souls, just in time to see Eriol's
dark look. Nakuru smiled she nodded at Spinel who got off Eriol.
Eriol took a deep breath and propped himself up on his hand and knees. 'Well.' he
said. 'Tomoeda it is.' he winced in pain he turned to Spinel. 'Can you do me a favor?'
'Yes?' Spinel asked his tail flicked behind him.
'Can you walk on my back?'
----
"Nakuru!" he called.
"Haiiiii~?" she called as she poked her head out of the ballroom door.
"I'm going for a walk. I will pick up something for dinner?"
She nodded, "I suppose since we won't have time to cook."
"Don't scare the cleaning staff." Eriol warned as he pulled on his coat.
Nakuru gave a pout. "All right." she said and closed the door behind her.
Eriol pulled his coat closer around him as he stepped out on to the cold afternoon. He
made a mental note to begin work on the gardens again as he walked towards the gate. He
wanted the house to look new.
"And then..." he said as he looked up at the house as he reached the gate. "I will sell it
and never return."
/If get through this year everything will be all right./ he thought as he closed the gate
behind him and set off towards the main street.
implies words in italics/ introspective thoughts
' implies dialouge from the past/ a memory '
/ implies thoughts /
the rest is self explanitory ^_-
-----------------------------------
Si algun dia decidieras,
* If one day you decide,
allegarte nuevamente de aqui
* to leave here again
ceredia cada las puertas
* I'd close every door
para que nunca podieras salir
* So that you'd never leave
------
Shakira- Tu
------
1 - Unique/Cliché
To be honest, I thought it was only foolish sentimental people that said that great
passionate love only came once, and if it came at all we were the fortunate ones.
You know what kind of love I am talking about, the kind of love that sucked your
soul dry and made you a slave to-
Passion? Sounds cliché right? But clichés had to start somewhere right? And at
the time they weren't clichés.
Let's keep with that idea. A love unlike any other. The kind of love that when lost
can never be found again and you feel as if you are an empty husk thrown on the side of
the road by a careless person.
They say that love so "grand", so "sweeping", so "pure" only happens once and
to lose that love is all right because you have the memories to keep your heart warm at
night.
Too bad my grand, passionate, sweeping love came and went early in my long
life.
Love sick fools are just that, sick. Poisoned by their fond memories that have been
mutated into bitters sweet memories that pained them at night.
No wonder Nakuru leaves when I get dark like this. I don't blame her.
"Achoo!" Nakuru said as she distastefully poked at a sheet covering the piano in
the ballroom. "Mou, why do I have to have the dustiest room in the house?" she moaned.
"Because you chose to do this room." Spinel said as he flew in with a bucket of
cleaning supplies.
"But its so dusty!" Nakuru said as she ran a finger along the piano cover and grimaced
at the sheet of dust that clung to her finger.
"That's what happens when we don't return for a few years." Spinel said as he set
the bucket down on the piano. "Cheer up, this room isn't so bad, its just a large floor and
lost of dusting. Be glad he didn't make you clean the chandeliers and the corners of the
vaulted ceilings."
Nakuru sighed as she blew a stray strand of pink hair. "Couldn't we hire
someone?"
"We already did, but we're helping to keep the cost down," Eriol said as he
entered with a mop and a broom, "Call it character building." he said as he set the broom
and mop against the wall.
Nakuru stared at her master. He looked weary and tired. She smiled brightly. "All
right!" she pushed her sleeves up, "After this I'll attack the kitchen."
Eriol smiled weakly at Nakuru and said, "Thank you." he left the room.
Nakuru turned to Spinel. "I had hoped that returning would help him."
Spinel sat down on the piano, "I warned you that transplanting yourself to another place doesn't
solve problems." he said, "It only moves the pain to a prettier place."
Nakuru nodded. She tugged on Spinel's cheek, "We'll cheer him up in no time."
"As long as it doesn't involve stuffing me with sweets." he muttered as he picked
up a duster.
"Mouuu Suppi-chan you're so dour!"
---
At the time, Eriol was grateful for Nakuru's suggestion to return to Tomoeda.
Now he realized that it didn't do much. Memories were memories regardless of where
you went, and worse yet, new memories surfaced as he walked around the dusty house.
He had the cleaning crew work on the upper rooms while he, Nakuru, and Spinel worked
on the lower rooms.
As he worked on the downstairs study he remembered what Nakuru did to
convince him to come.
'Mou! Eriol.' Nakuru said as she sat down in on the ottoman. She smoothed out
the imaginary wrinkles in her skirt.
'Spinel Sun get off me.' Eriol said in a deadly voice.
'Unfortunately I have to agree with Nakuru.' Spinel said as his wail waved in the
air. He was literally lounging on Eriol, who was sprawled under him face down.
Nakuru sighed and muttered something about boys never having any sense and
always running away from her.
'Well, you scare them.' Eriol said tartly.
'Last words?' Nakuru asked in a sing song voice as she leaned forward and
moved his bangs out of his eyes.
Eriol moaned, 'For the last time Spinel, get off me!'
"Not until you agree to snap out of that melancholy mood. Its depressing.'
'Well I have a right to be depressed.' Eriol muttered.
Nakuru bit back her answer to that comment.
'That was a year ago.' Spinel said.
'I am a slow healer.' Eriol said in a low voice.
Nakuru made a show of fixing her stockings.
Spinel let his head rest on his paws which was on Eriol's shoulders. The sound of
the grandfather clock in the foyer ticked off the time.
'Alright!' he exclaimed. 'I'll go,' he said. /There are less memories there./ 'I'll
go.'
'Yay!' Nakuru exclaimed. 'I get to see Touya-kun!' her eyes suddently narrowed.
'You aren't going to work your way around this. This is an agreement between us three.'
she said as she shook a finger at him.
Eriol sighed, 'No, no, I agree, I will go to Tomoeda.'
Nakuru smiled, 'For a year.'
'A year!?'
'I could say two.' she said as she fixed the ruffles on her blouse.
'For a year.' he added.
'And if you stay the same, we won't argue with you on your state of depression.
We will just tend to you like the dutiful companions we are, and we will watch you wither
away from depression.'
'You make me sound like someone at a nursing home.' Eriol muttered.
'Well...' she stopped her comment about very old weary souls, just in time to see Eriol's
dark look. Nakuru smiled she nodded at Spinel who got off Eriol.
Eriol took a deep breath and propped himself up on his hand and knees. 'Well.' he
said. 'Tomoeda it is.' he winced in pain he turned to Spinel. 'Can you do me a favor?'
'Yes?' Spinel asked his tail flicked behind him.
'Can you walk on my back?'
----
"Nakuru!" he called.
"Haiiiii~?" she called as she poked her head out of the ballroom door.
"I'm going for a walk. I will pick up something for dinner?"
She nodded, "I suppose since we won't have time to cook."
"Don't scare the cleaning staff." Eriol warned as he pulled on his coat.
Nakuru gave a pout. "All right." she said and closed the door behind her.
Eriol pulled his coat closer around him as he stepped out on to the cold afternoon. He
made a mental note to begin work on the gardens again as he walked towards the gate. He
wanted the house to look new.
"And then..." he said as he looked up at the house as he reached the gate. "I will sell it
and never return."
/If get through this year everything will be all right./ he thought as he closed the gate
behind him and set off towards the main street.