Leon: *holds up sign* giggle does not own FF.
Damn straight. *sticks tongue out at official looking folks*
Eika - Patience my friend. ^^ Teehee, you'll find out. . .not so soon enough, but still!
Rhea Chryseis - Glad ya liked it! I was in the middle of writing it, when I decided to dedicate SOMETHING to you (you wrote my first review. . .ever!), so this seemed adequate.
But about Spirited Away, that's really too bad, because it was really awesome. Ah. . .Haku. . .*drool*, but anywho, the animation's wonderful, the music brought tears to my eyes before the storyline came into play, and the story was just one of those warm-and-fuzzy-inside events. Hope you love it WHEN you see it (because you will ^^)
Jensui - You really scared me there for a second! *laughs nervously* I don't do cliffies on purpose. . .~really~. . .
tanuki and Leopox - Yup. It probably is who you're thinking of. Thank you so much for the compliment, I hope I'll see you around more often!
Gold Mage - You don't have to apologize. . .I'm just thankful there are people reading it! Heh heh, Christmas Eve: the not-so-holiday, dedicated to getting free time XP
I think this should satisfy at least SOME cliffy-itis. ^^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The mysterious silver-haired raised his eyes slowly, a bit of dry clay tumbling in rocky beads down his sweaty face. The monsters should have gotten to them by now, but he felt nothing.
Strangely enough, they stayed ~stationary~, at least the front line did. Their horrifically numerous legs pawed the ground nervously.
His feather-like head fluffed a bit as he turned toward his new comrade. He felt his throat tighten as he noticed that she seemed to be glowing an odd blue around the surface of her skin, with eyes closed, face contorted in dreading fear.
The monsters seemed wary of her new appearance, some backing up a bit while sniffing in distaste. But one in the very back row roared angrily at the hesitation, managing to stumble over the ranks to the two of them.
He crawled backwards, distancing himself from it, but he knew it wouldn't be enough.
It gave one rearing before charging again. . .
. . .and was abruptly shot down by a crystal spear.
The boy turned back to Maiaza, but she hadn't even budged from her previous position. He sensed a bit of movement behind her abnormally still figure, so as he whimpered for an answer to his recent savior, he squinted to the horizon.
Something blue and glittering was coming.
It grew larger and larger quite quickly, proving to him eventually it was a humanoid figure. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, for though he understood clearly of his clouded memory and had only been retrieving it for a very short time so far, he shouldn't be condemning things as 'ridiculously surreal' when the only person he had ever met was Maiaza. . .
. . .but BLUE skin?
The newcomer gave one more graceful leap, sending up little puffs of dust around her bare feet.
His throat relaxed in painful trust at the person, coupled with an immediate trust despite her abrupt arrival. She was. . .~beautiful~, there was no other term for it. She stood over six-feet tall, an intricate silver headdress placed carefully over her pointy ears. Every bit of her, including the elegant, thin robe she wore, glittered brightly in the dawning desert sun, and her stance was so dominantly sure, the army of monsters seemed to matter to her at all.
She stood for a moment of two, staring at the beasts in that mysteriously superior manner. Her arm made a great arc upward, as her fingers slowly traced up to her lips.
Glitter swirled out of her breath as she licked her lips and smirked oddly. It blew in all directions, strangely enough managing to glaze ALL of the monsters, and the boy barely blinked before they were instantly paralyzed in the same strange crystal as the spear. The woman topped it all off in an elegant twirl and twist of her headdress, before they were all entirely encased.
A frightening dance. But ~beautiful~ as well.
The threat of his life was gone so quickly, it caused his head to spin dreamily. He turned toward her, face so contorted in thanks, he was certain she could feel it radiating off of him like Maiaza's odd glow.
She simply smiled, gazing at him sideways, hesitating toward the horizon again, but slowly stepping toward him. With every light step of hers, he could hear the jingling of echoed bells and a damp footprint was laid out after her. The boy should have felt terrified, should have somehow realized that someone with so much power as she displayed, could have killed him easily.
But he didn't. She bent down, pressing her icy lips upon his pale forehead. It was a considerable shock, but he withstood it, feeling honored by this unexpected gesture, he was certain for fondness. And incredibly enough, this lady seemed so ~familiar~ to him.
She straightened back up, smiling again, but sadly this time. Her beauty illuminated her supposed emotion, making it dreadfully tragic, and suddenly, he felt almost fierce in determination to make her feel happy again. The dust in his curled fists growled slightly, as it rubbed against itself in agitation.
He managed to scramble up as she slowly strode toward Maiaza. Her eyes looked down at her curiously, as she somehow managed to conjure two long somethings from a long sleeve. In one fluid motion, she set it down in front of her.
And by the time he blinked again, she disappeared somehow.
~*~*~*~
Maiaza felt oddly light headed and confused as she opened her eyes. She remembered closing them earlier, but that was all. When she opened them, it seemed like there was something more, a sense of fulfillment somehow, but she felt ~so~ tired.
Yet the scene that greeted her sight, puzzled her thoughts even more.
It was a dazzling sea of ice in the middle of a barren desert, steaming up calmly as the sun rose. She rubbed her eyes doubtfully, and looked down, but still no immediate memories came.
"What happened?" she said to no one in particular. The last thing she remembered was almost being destroyed, and ~that~ obviously didn't occur. Her breath sped in panic, as impossible possibilities raced wildly through her mind; /Did I go back in time? Am I dead? Is this heaven?/
"The lady. . .saved us." A reserved voice replied, causing Maiaza to jump slightly. She had completely forgotten about him, but the assured way he held himself now, made her believe that he didn't happen to black out.
"What lady?" she inquired, dusting herself off.
"The blue lady."
He wasn't even facing her, just staring off into the vast distance. "She stopped all of the monsters."
Maiaza raised an eyebrow. /Is this kid insane?/ it took a respected level of self control, not to just inch away quietly, and set him free in his own little world. But as she squinted harder, and examined the ice closer, she could see them; all of them preserved, and most certainly dead.
Her sandy head turned in surprise to the surreal appearance of the boy, who was still calmly averting his attention. Only one simple thought ran through her head now; /Is he actually telling the truth?/
"She left you something."
He now gracefully raised his head, and pointed to an object that was before overlooked, near where she had recently risen from. A small breeze blew past him, ruffling his ground-length hair, and light pants. Maiaza stumbled dubiously over to it, but feeling rather unworthy of his regal appearance.
She snatched it off of the ground, completely unprepared for what they turned out to be.
". . .Swords?" she asked, catching her breath. /What on earth would I do with ~swords~?/
Lifting the hilts carefully, she turned them around and points facing outward. There were two of them; about two inches wide, and two-and-a-half feet long, curving wickedly to sharp points. The hilts were silver as well, intricately laden with strange etchings she could only begin to comprehend. There were also large, bulbous opals that were glittering pleasantly in any wake they could find. Obviously expensive. Not obvious why they were there.
"They must be for you," she didn't notice that he had walked up beside her, until he spoke. "she left them right next to you."
"I believe you." She said, not really paying much attention. They were beautiful, beautiful but deadly.
He looked down, sensing her lack of attention. The sun was already scorching, as evidence of his increasingly reddened back.
"So, where are we going now?"
~That~ seemed to spark her attention, as she broke her oblivious trance in horror, and muttered something under her breath. She scrambled up, and started to run in the direction which looked to hold some green in the distance.
"Where are you going?" his tone rang clearly out to her.
"~The ship~" she yelled back frantically "where is it?!"
He started after her, but was unable to keep up. "Wait!" he yelled, but she didn't seem to hear him.
~*~*~*~
The boy soon caught up to her; head buried in her hands and knees dug into the ground. He made just enough noise on his last step to alert her of his presence, and she looked up.
Her face was red and blotchy, also swelled oddly especially around her eyes. Shiny teardrops sparkled down her cheeks, and she occasionally made little breaking sounds as she shuddered each time.
"The ship. . .it's ~gone~. They didn't wait for me."
"What's the ship?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Our only ticket out of this overgrown sand-box." She made an angry face at a nearby rock.
His face darkened, as he placed a careful hand on her shoulder.
"Let's not worry about that now, you look sick." He didn't know or understand the cause of the wetness along her cheekbones, but he was sure it didn't look natural.
"What?"
"You're cheeks," he indicated with a wave of hand "they're all wet. What did you do to them?"
Maiaza rolled her eyes hatefully. "You don't have to rub it in you know!"
The boy offered a step back at her snap, extremely confused. She stared at him for a moment.
"You mean to tell me that you've never seen someone cry before?!"
His eyebrows furrowed for a second in concentration, but he eventually shook his head "What's crying, Maiaza?"
She gaped at him widely, temporarily forgetting her dilemma.
"Well. . .um. . ." This kid was unbelievable! But she never guessed that his amnesia could be ~this~ bad. And anyway, something that basic was just plain hard to explain, especially for Maiaza, who never was that gifted with words.
"It's what you when you're really sad, or angry, or sometimes even when you're happy. You're eyes get all watered and. . .it all spills out I guess.
"Oh." He paused for a moment "Are you happy Maiaza?"
"What? NO!" she snapped, waving her arms for effect.
"Huh." Faint surprise etched on his pale face as he stood there, touching his cheeks gently in comprehension. She shifted her weight a bit, again feeling awkward and insuperior in his presence.
/So bizarre./ At least the boy was honest, and in a state to readily learn anything that came his way. Before she even knew what she was doing, before she even got to know the boy, she made a silent, but considerable pledge:
/We learn together./
Feeling a bit better, she arose shaking, and took an extended breath of rejuvenation.
"I don't think we should worry about that right now. I mean, what's done is done I suppose." His wise statement was said firmly, and he met her eyes in fearless calm.
She let out a long sigh, somewhat surprised by his bold and oddly appropriate light-shedding. "I guess you're right." Maiaza stated miserably.
His gaze averted to the horizon, almost feeling a gentle push.
"I know I am."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Okay. I was actually planning on writing even more for this chapter, but then the subjects for each one would be all screwed up, and that would make things. . .that's right; confusing.
Before you ask, I would like to inform you all that the weirdo dude she found soaking in potion, is indeed. . .
*large breath of anticipation*
Telling the truth about losing his memory. *laughs wickedly at lack of response* It WAS important you know.
So R+R people, ESPECIALLY if you have something worth saying. Don't be afraid, I'm not like the columnist who bites every time you send a letter! ^^
Saw Spirited Away again because my birthday's on the 7th. Wonderful AGAIN (this is the third time)
Toodles for now.
giggleplex
Damn straight. *sticks tongue out at official looking folks*
Eika - Patience my friend. ^^ Teehee, you'll find out. . .not so soon enough, but still!
Rhea Chryseis - Glad ya liked it! I was in the middle of writing it, when I decided to dedicate SOMETHING to you (you wrote my first review. . .ever!), so this seemed adequate.
But about Spirited Away, that's really too bad, because it was really awesome. Ah. . .Haku. . .*drool*, but anywho, the animation's wonderful, the music brought tears to my eyes before the storyline came into play, and the story was just one of those warm-and-fuzzy-inside events. Hope you love it WHEN you see it (because you will ^^)
Jensui - You really scared me there for a second! *laughs nervously* I don't do cliffies on purpose. . .~really~. . .
tanuki and Leopox - Yup. It probably is who you're thinking of. Thank you so much for the compliment, I hope I'll see you around more often!
Gold Mage - You don't have to apologize. . .I'm just thankful there are people reading it! Heh heh, Christmas Eve: the not-so-holiday, dedicated to getting free time XP
I think this should satisfy at least SOME cliffy-itis. ^^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The mysterious silver-haired raised his eyes slowly, a bit of dry clay tumbling in rocky beads down his sweaty face. The monsters should have gotten to them by now, but he felt nothing.
Strangely enough, they stayed ~stationary~, at least the front line did. Their horrifically numerous legs pawed the ground nervously.
His feather-like head fluffed a bit as he turned toward his new comrade. He felt his throat tighten as he noticed that she seemed to be glowing an odd blue around the surface of her skin, with eyes closed, face contorted in dreading fear.
The monsters seemed wary of her new appearance, some backing up a bit while sniffing in distaste. But one in the very back row roared angrily at the hesitation, managing to stumble over the ranks to the two of them.
He crawled backwards, distancing himself from it, but he knew it wouldn't be enough.
It gave one rearing before charging again. . .
. . .and was abruptly shot down by a crystal spear.
The boy turned back to Maiaza, but she hadn't even budged from her previous position. He sensed a bit of movement behind her abnormally still figure, so as he whimpered for an answer to his recent savior, he squinted to the horizon.
Something blue and glittering was coming.
It grew larger and larger quite quickly, proving to him eventually it was a humanoid figure. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, for though he understood clearly of his clouded memory and had only been retrieving it for a very short time so far, he shouldn't be condemning things as 'ridiculously surreal' when the only person he had ever met was Maiaza. . .
. . .but BLUE skin?
The newcomer gave one more graceful leap, sending up little puffs of dust around her bare feet.
His throat relaxed in painful trust at the person, coupled with an immediate trust despite her abrupt arrival. She was. . .~beautiful~, there was no other term for it. She stood over six-feet tall, an intricate silver headdress placed carefully over her pointy ears. Every bit of her, including the elegant, thin robe she wore, glittered brightly in the dawning desert sun, and her stance was so dominantly sure, the army of monsters seemed to matter to her at all.
She stood for a moment of two, staring at the beasts in that mysteriously superior manner. Her arm made a great arc upward, as her fingers slowly traced up to her lips.
Glitter swirled out of her breath as she licked her lips and smirked oddly. It blew in all directions, strangely enough managing to glaze ALL of the monsters, and the boy barely blinked before they were instantly paralyzed in the same strange crystal as the spear. The woman topped it all off in an elegant twirl and twist of her headdress, before they were all entirely encased.
A frightening dance. But ~beautiful~ as well.
The threat of his life was gone so quickly, it caused his head to spin dreamily. He turned toward her, face so contorted in thanks, he was certain she could feel it radiating off of him like Maiaza's odd glow.
She simply smiled, gazing at him sideways, hesitating toward the horizon again, but slowly stepping toward him. With every light step of hers, he could hear the jingling of echoed bells and a damp footprint was laid out after her. The boy should have felt terrified, should have somehow realized that someone with so much power as she displayed, could have killed him easily.
But he didn't. She bent down, pressing her icy lips upon his pale forehead. It was a considerable shock, but he withstood it, feeling honored by this unexpected gesture, he was certain for fondness. And incredibly enough, this lady seemed so ~familiar~ to him.
She straightened back up, smiling again, but sadly this time. Her beauty illuminated her supposed emotion, making it dreadfully tragic, and suddenly, he felt almost fierce in determination to make her feel happy again. The dust in his curled fists growled slightly, as it rubbed against itself in agitation.
He managed to scramble up as she slowly strode toward Maiaza. Her eyes looked down at her curiously, as she somehow managed to conjure two long somethings from a long sleeve. In one fluid motion, she set it down in front of her.
And by the time he blinked again, she disappeared somehow.
~*~*~*~
Maiaza felt oddly light headed and confused as she opened her eyes. She remembered closing them earlier, but that was all. When she opened them, it seemed like there was something more, a sense of fulfillment somehow, but she felt ~so~ tired.
Yet the scene that greeted her sight, puzzled her thoughts even more.
It was a dazzling sea of ice in the middle of a barren desert, steaming up calmly as the sun rose. She rubbed her eyes doubtfully, and looked down, but still no immediate memories came.
"What happened?" she said to no one in particular. The last thing she remembered was almost being destroyed, and ~that~ obviously didn't occur. Her breath sped in panic, as impossible possibilities raced wildly through her mind; /Did I go back in time? Am I dead? Is this heaven?/
"The lady. . .saved us." A reserved voice replied, causing Maiaza to jump slightly. She had completely forgotten about him, but the assured way he held himself now, made her believe that he didn't happen to black out.
"What lady?" she inquired, dusting herself off.
"The blue lady."
He wasn't even facing her, just staring off into the vast distance. "She stopped all of the monsters."
Maiaza raised an eyebrow. /Is this kid insane?/ it took a respected level of self control, not to just inch away quietly, and set him free in his own little world. But as she squinted harder, and examined the ice closer, she could see them; all of them preserved, and most certainly dead.
Her sandy head turned in surprise to the surreal appearance of the boy, who was still calmly averting his attention. Only one simple thought ran through her head now; /Is he actually telling the truth?/
"She left you something."
He now gracefully raised his head, and pointed to an object that was before overlooked, near where she had recently risen from. A small breeze blew past him, ruffling his ground-length hair, and light pants. Maiaza stumbled dubiously over to it, but feeling rather unworthy of his regal appearance.
She snatched it off of the ground, completely unprepared for what they turned out to be.
". . .Swords?" she asked, catching her breath. /What on earth would I do with ~swords~?/
Lifting the hilts carefully, she turned them around and points facing outward. There were two of them; about two inches wide, and two-and-a-half feet long, curving wickedly to sharp points. The hilts were silver as well, intricately laden with strange etchings she could only begin to comprehend. There were also large, bulbous opals that were glittering pleasantly in any wake they could find. Obviously expensive. Not obvious why they were there.
"They must be for you," she didn't notice that he had walked up beside her, until he spoke. "she left them right next to you."
"I believe you." She said, not really paying much attention. They were beautiful, beautiful but deadly.
He looked down, sensing her lack of attention. The sun was already scorching, as evidence of his increasingly reddened back.
"So, where are we going now?"
~That~ seemed to spark her attention, as she broke her oblivious trance in horror, and muttered something under her breath. She scrambled up, and started to run in the direction which looked to hold some green in the distance.
"Where are you going?" his tone rang clearly out to her.
"~The ship~" she yelled back frantically "where is it?!"
He started after her, but was unable to keep up. "Wait!" he yelled, but she didn't seem to hear him.
~*~*~*~
The boy soon caught up to her; head buried in her hands and knees dug into the ground. He made just enough noise on his last step to alert her of his presence, and she looked up.
Her face was red and blotchy, also swelled oddly especially around her eyes. Shiny teardrops sparkled down her cheeks, and she occasionally made little breaking sounds as she shuddered each time.
"The ship. . .it's ~gone~. They didn't wait for me."
"What's the ship?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Our only ticket out of this overgrown sand-box." She made an angry face at a nearby rock.
His face darkened, as he placed a careful hand on her shoulder.
"Let's not worry about that now, you look sick." He didn't know or understand the cause of the wetness along her cheekbones, but he was sure it didn't look natural.
"What?"
"You're cheeks," he indicated with a wave of hand "they're all wet. What did you do to them?"
Maiaza rolled her eyes hatefully. "You don't have to rub it in you know!"
The boy offered a step back at her snap, extremely confused. She stared at him for a moment.
"You mean to tell me that you've never seen someone cry before?!"
His eyebrows furrowed for a second in concentration, but he eventually shook his head "What's crying, Maiaza?"
She gaped at him widely, temporarily forgetting her dilemma.
"Well. . .um. . ." This kid was unbelievable! But she never guessed that his amnesia could be ~this~ bad. And anyway, something that basic was just plain hard to explain, especially for Maiaza, who never was that gifted with words.
"It's what you when you're really sad, or angry, or sometimes even when you're happy. You're eyes get all watered and. . .it all spills out I guess.
"Oh." He paused for a moment "Are you happy Maiaza?"
"What? NO!" she snapped, waving her arms for effect.
"Huh." Faint surprise etched on his pale face as he stood there, touching his cheeks gently in comprehension. She shifted her weight a bit, again feeling awkward and insuperior in his presence.
/So bizarre./ At least the boy was honest, and in a state to readily learn anything that came his way. Before she even knew what she was doing, before she even got to know the boy, she made a silent, but considerable pledge:
/We learn together./
Feeling a bit better, she arose shaking, and took an extended breath of rejuvenation.
"I don't think we should worry about that right now. I mean, what's done is done I suppose." His wise statement was said firmly, and he met her eyes in fearless calm.
She let out a long sigh, somewhat surprised by his bold and oddly appropriate light-shedding. "I guess you're right." Maiaza stated miserably.
His gaze averted to the horizon, almost feeling a gentle push.
"I know I am."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Okay. I was actually planning on writing even more for this chapter, but then the subjects for each one would be all screwed up, and that would make things. . .that's right; confusing.
Before you ask, I would like to inform you all that the weirdo dude she found soaking in potion, is indeed. . .
*large breath of anticipation*
Telling the truth about losing his memory. *laughs wickedly at lack of response* It WAS important you know.
So R+R people, ESPECIALLY if you have something worth saying. Don't be afraid, I'm not like the columnist who bites every time you send a letter! ^^
Saw Spirited Away again because my birthday's on the 7th. Wonderful AGAIN (this is the third time)
Toodles for now.
giggleplex