Warning: Kinda...not for the weak...
POV switch too, by the way. I'd kinda be hard to write this part otherwise.
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I don't have anything to say anymore.
Some people think they can trick me into saying something, others just think I'm stupid. They talk slow and use small words. Sometimes I doubt thier intellegence. Only a month ago I would have killed anyone who even thought about treating me this way.
I know, the Nekko-jin are supposed to be the ultimate pasifists, but my rage comes from my mother's side. The saiyan were violent, short tempered people. I don't know how she and my father could stand each other, none the less, I've always been told that they could not stand to be apart from each other.
I know how that kind of love feels, it's so beautiful. Time stops and everything become perfect, no matter how flawed it was before, even me. She saw my flaws and loved me the same and now that she's gone...
Oh how I miss her, my Noabi. She was my lifemate, before the holocaust began. Now...now she's dead, skinned alive before my very eyes while I was powerless to save her. And such screams she made, I hear them still. I wish I had been able to save her, my love. And now I see her, everytime I close my eyes, I see her just before she died, a bloody mass convulsing on the concrete floor crying.
At least now I only see her with my eyes shut, before I could see her with my eyes open, but that passed with my ears and tail. When they were removed I became more hallow, I felt as if I had lost my identity. Maybe I have, with out...with out Noabi, what's the point?
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Sorry we're plotless still, I'm working on it...really, I am! It's kinda hard though. I'll get eventually, I promise! ^_^'
POV switch too, by the way. I'd kinda be hard to write this part otherwise.
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I don't have anything to say anymore.
Some people think they can trick me into saying something, others just think I'm stupid. They talk slow and use small words. Sometimes I doubt thier intellegence. Only a month ago I would have killed anyone who even thought about treating me this way.
I know, the Nekko-jin are supposed to be the ultimate pasifists, but my rage comes from my mother's side. The saiyan were violent, short tempered people. I don't know how she and my father could stand each other, none the less, I've always been told that they could not stand to be apart from each other.
I know how that kind of love feels, it's so beautiful. Time stops and everything become perfect, no matter how flawed it was before, even me. She saw my flaws and loved me the same and now that she's gone...
Oh how I miss her, my Noabi. She was my lifemate, before the holocaust began. Now...now she's dead, skinned alive before my very eyes while I was powerless to save her. And such screams she made, I hear them still. I wish I had been able to save her, my love. And now I see her, everytime I close my eyes, I see her just before she died, a bloody mass convulsing on the concrete floor crying.
At least now I only see her with my eyes shut, before I could see her with my eyes open, but that passed with my ears and tail. When they were removed I became more hallow, I felt as if I had lost my identity. Maybe I have, with out...with out Noabi, what's the point?
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Sorry we're plotless still, I'm working on it...really, I am! It's kinda hard though. I'll get eventually, I promise! ^_^'