Note from author:
Honestly, I tried not to break the flow of Kary's original story.
Then again, now that I look, the difference is obvious. Oh well,
we're two different people. Kubota and Tokitoh are different people,
so there. It works...sort of...I guess. It's not much, but feel free
to comment and/or criticze.
Here it is. Enjoy!
Hazy Stars (Kubota)
(Sequel to Dependence/Withdrawal by Kary)
by: Ame
//A castle in the stillness only for you...//
It's a nice night tonight. Pretty, a bit cool, but pretty. The city's
half in darkness. Blackout. Very empty. And I like it. A star here. A
star there. (At least I think they're stars) No longer flooded out by
the city lights. Simple, but far- just like every living thing
in this world. Everyone and everything is just simply...distant.
That's why its so easy to kill people. No one mourns a supernova
light years away, no matter how bright. One less star to wish from,
but then again, pick another.
Now, if the sun suddenly explodes, that's a different problem
altogether. No thinking required, you're dead. Or better yet, you
never existed.
Nobody's around. Not surprising, especially in this neck of the woods
at this ungodly hour. My footsteps echo on the pavement, still a bit
wet from yesterday's rain. I can't see shit. I sometimes have to take
my glasses off when I read, or else they bug me. But what's even
worse is when you take them off, walk out of the bookstore at closing
hour, then realize ten minutes too late that the damn lenses are
still propped up on the New Fiction shelf.
I remember all right (not that it really makes a difference) - right
between 'A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius' (Heh, I almost
bought it because of the title)and the strangely misplaced 'Astrology
for Idiots.' I'm a Libra, by the way...
Oh come on, admit it. It's hard to resist looking yourself up
whenever the opportunity arises. What do you think those Chinese
restaurant place mats are for, anyway? Diversion. Time killing.
Fate's had it in for me from the very beginning. Blind justice.
Honestly, I should have been home well over an hour ago. But the
going's been slow. Tokitoh's gonna...I swear though, he thinks I'm an
angel or something so good like that- taking him in, giving him food,
my clothes, my bed, me...
I smile, almost idiotically. Maybe I'm not so much an angel when it
comes to things like that. He likes it too. But to be frank,
sometimes I feel like I'm time-sharing a halo.
No long term benefits, though the short term ones are pretty
gratifying.
At least somebody's home when I get there. Somebody says my name.
Somebody complains. Somebody pouts. Somebody kisses me where I like
to be kissed. Somebody with no other reason for anything but me. God,
you'd think I was sunlight or something.
So, here I am, ambling along through this myopic blackness. Tripping
here, almost slipping there. How long have I been wandering? Now that
I think about it, it really is pretty damn cold.
The wind rips like a ghost through these empty streets, but the
night's still nice. Then there's the promise of getting home and
sleeping. An even nicer thought.
Two blocks up. Past the sign post. Turn left. Pass two alleys, right
at the convenience store, then forward. At this point, I could close
my eyes. The streets by now are all too familiar. But I look skywards
instead.
Was that a shooting star? What should I wish for, hm?
"Kubo-chan! Where the hell were you?!"
//I guess you could say I've a call...to the same place, the same
face...//
(Note: Same author quoted by the way.)
Honestly, I tried not to break the flow of Kary's original story.
Then again, now that I look, the difference is obvious. Oh well,
we're two different people. Kubota and Tokitoh are different people,
so there. It works...sort of...I guess. It's not much, but feel free
to comment and/or criticze.
Here it is. Enjoy!
Hazy Stars (Kubota)
(Sequel to Dependence/Withdrawal by Kary)
by: Ame
//A castle in the stillness only for you...//
It's a nice night tonight. Pretty, a bit cool, but pretty. The city's
half in darkness. Blackout. Very empty. And I like it. A star here. A
star there. (At least I think they're stars) No longer flooded out by
the city lights. Simple, but far- just like every living thing
in this world. Everyone and everything is just simply...distant.
That's why its so easy to kill people. No one mourns a supernova
light years away, no matter how bright. One less star to wish from,
but then again, pick another.
Now, if the sun suddenly explodes, that's a different problem
altogether. No thinking required, you're dead. Or better yet, you
never existed.
Nobody's around. Not surprising, especially in this neck of the woods
at this ungodly hour. My footsteps echo on the pavement, still a bit
wet from yesterday's rain. I can't see shit. I sometimes have to take
my glasses off when I read, or else they bug me. But what's even
worse is when you take them off, walk out of the bookstore at closing
hour, then realize ten minutes too late that the damn lenses are
still propped up on the New Fiction shelf.
I remember all right (not that it really makes a difference) - right
between 'A Heartbreaking Work of a Staggering Genius' (Heh, I almost
bought it because of the title)and the strangely misplaced 'Astrology
for Idiots.' I'm a Libra, by the way...
Oh come on, admit it. It's hard to resist looking yourself up
whenever the opportunity arises. What do you think those Chinese
restaurant place mats are for, anyway? Diversion. Time killing.
Fate's had it in for me from the very beginning. Blind justice.
Honestly, I should have been home well over an hour ago. But the
going's been slow. Tokitoh's gonna...I swear though, he thinks I'm an
angel or something so good like that- taking him in, giving him food,
my clothes, my bed, me...
I smile, almost idiotically. Maybe I'm not so much an angel when it
comes to things like that. He likes it too. But to be frank,
sometimes I feel like I'm time-sharing a halo.
No long term benefits, though the short term ones are pretty
gratifying.
At least somebody's home when I get there. Somebody says my name.
Somebody complains. Somebody pouts. Somebody kisses me where I like
to be kissed. Somebody with no other reason for anything but me. God,
you'd think I was sunlight or something.
So, here I am, ambling along through this myopic blackness. Tripping
here, almost slipping there. How long have I been wandering? Now that
I think about it, it really is pretty damn cold.
The wind rips like a ghost through these empty streets, but the
night's still nice. Then there's the promise of getting home and
sleeping. An even nicer thought.
Two blocks up. Past the sign post. Turn left. Pass two alleys, right
at the convenience store, then forward. At this point, I could close
my eyes. The streets by now are all too familiar. But I look skywards
instead.
Was that a shooting star? What should I wish for, hm?
"Kubo-chan! Where the hell were you?!"
//I guess you could say I've a call...to the same place, the same
face...//
(Note: Same author quoted by the way.)
