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-Chapter 4-
Orphan
The cold light of my bedroom flickered. I felt dizzy; everything looked insubstantial, as if I were dreaming. The bed, white under any other light, was an intangible pale green, my clothes, ripped and soiled with vomit, blood and tears looked almost grey, and the blood under my fingernails and dripping from my wrists was a deep black. I observed this with half-hearted interest, raising my arm, my trembling fingers, watching the thin line of glistening black trickle down my pale, green- lit skin with an apathetic stare.. I had been in this same corner for days. I guess I'd stopped crying, I grew tired of crying. My eyes stung, and it was a waste of energy. And mostly because no one cared. Why live? What was the point? I was going to die before my tenth birthday anyway. So what's the fucking point?
Without Xansha, I was worthless, I was lost, I had no clue what to do in my life. And what to do about Karasahi? I was six. How could I raise a child on my own? I hadn't even seen her since that day..another unthinkable day. It seemed in two months, my whole life had been ruined. Childhood resilience wasn't powerful enough to blissfully forget and grow beyond what had happened to me. It seemed that if I were to live, I would be six going on thirty, my entire race's future resting on my small, thin shoulders; the life of my sister in my small, untrustworthy hands. If I died, would I be letting them down...or saving them?
These morbid thoughts I digested slowly, staring blankly at the puddles and cracking stains of black on the green-tinted metal floor. The smell of blood had accustomed itself to my nostrils. I wondered if this is what death smelled like...the metallic odor of dried blood. Like my mother five hours after her death when they found me..dank, dead, decaying. She was so cold..so still..
Now or never, I told myself. I wasn't getting anywhere by scratching at my skin with my short fingernails. I clenched my right hand into a fist, the drip of blood from my wrist turning into a slight dribble, and prepared to thrust it through my stomach. No doubt a slow death, but I had no other choice. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Hello darkness..my old friend..
The buzzer at my door shattered my blessed silence, causing me to jerk, eyes wide. I heard Shiromi's thin voice through the door.
"Vegeta, doku maina shoi, ite` doh..1"
I wanted badly to open the door. My stomach clenched and I felt a stab of hunger. But I didn't need food if I was dead, I thought. Stay with the matter at hand. I didn't want her to see me like this anyway.
"Dui bahldu, dui kaicho dei.2"
"Liar." She said. I heard her sigh after a moment of my silence. "Choshu daime`, jadero, dui kalmu budeki fe.3"
I rose, panicked. "Dei! Dei! Kono dei tyo!!! Dui..Dui boru mal!! Tai! Dui boru malkai!!4"
Shiromi, of course opened the door anyway. She gasped at the sight of me, dropping the tray of packaged food. I raked my blood-stained fingers through my hair, blushing slightly. "What have you done...?"
"Chodei. Xendu?5"
She kicked the fallen tray angrily at me. "LOOK AT YOU!! Vendo dui ye`rwa!!6 Why did you do this!!?? Shei`o!!!" she screamed.
I didn't know how to answer, so I just stood there, looking at the floor.
She sighed again, her glare softened. She sat on the bed, motioning me to sit next to her. I too hopped up next to her, looking down at our feet dangling.
"Here.." she tore off a piece of her skirt, then took my wrist, wrapping the thin fabric tightly around it. She did the same to the other. Our eyes met. My cold, black, apathetic holes, and her bright, sympathetic, aqua discs. Such contrast there always was between us. I never saw in myself what worth that she did.
I blushed, looking away.
"Dei, dui..yarwe`...7"
She grinned mischievously, and I immediately felt ill at ease.
"Dui komai zhendas wei!!!8"
"Dei.." I started to back away, but she unfortunately got a hold of me and dragged me out the door.
At the time, I considered it the most embarrassing moment of my life theretofore. It was also the last time I ever allowed a person other than myself to bathe me. I never realized my face could turn such a deep red.
"KOJUMA!! DEEEEIII!!!"
"Jrada, Vegeta-duja, pelado.9"
She persisted in scrubbing my hair roughly. If I hadn't found her so tolerable, I would have beaten her, surely, for murdering my dignity so. Luckily for me, we were in an enclosed area of the bathing unit, so no one would see me in this mortifying state. Or so I prayed.
"Shiromi, kaicho dui na, sosuma jerdo??10"
She examined my wounds once more, and then threw a towel on my head. "Get out and dry off. I'm going to get you some decent bandages."
I did so, gladly. Bad enough she'd seen me naked..not that I really minded..if Radditz found out, I'd never hear the end of it.. but now she was bandaging me and feeding me... this whole friend thing had gone a little too far.
"Shiromi, I don't understand. I've done nothing for you and yet you do all this for me. Cho?11"
She grinned as she wrapped the bandage around my arm, remaining silent.
Kojuma, I thought. They make no sense.
~~~if you do not review, I will be forced to shun you. *waves hands wildly in air, making loud annoying howls and squeaking, turns away and nods to self* Matthew, you have been shunned. *shuns her aniki* Don't let this happen to you! Read and review!!~~~
-Chapter 4-
Orphan
The cold light of my bedroom flickered. I felt dizzy; everything looked insubstantial, as if I were dreaming. The bed, white under any other light, was an intangible pale green, my clothes, ripped and soiled with vomit, blood and tears looked almost grey, and the blood under my fingernails and dripping from my wrists was a deep black. I observed this with half-hearted interest, raising my arm, my trembling fingers, watching the thin line of glistening black trickle down my pale, green- lit skin with an apathetic stare.. I had been in this same corner for days. I guess I'd stopped crying, I grew tired of crying. My eyes stung, and it was a waste of energy. And mostly because no one cared. Why live? What was the point? I was going to die before my tenth birthday anyway. So what's the fucking point?
Without Xansha, I was worthless, I was lost, I had no clue what to do in my life. And what to do about Karasahi? I was six. How could I raise a child on my own? I hadn't even seen her since that day..another unthinkable day. It seemed in two months, my whole life had been ruined. Childhood resilience wasn't powerful enough to blissfully forget and grow beyond what had happened to me. It seemed that if I were to live, I would be six going on thirty, my entire race's future resting on my small, thin shoulders; the life of my sister in my small, untrustworthy hands. If I died, would I be letting them down...or saving them?
These morbid thoughts I digested slowly, staring blankly at the puddles and cracking stains of black on the green-tinted metal floor. The smell of blood had accustomed itself to my nostrils. I wondered if this is what death smelled like...the metallic odor of dried blood. Like my mother five hours after her death when they found me..dank, dead, decaying. She was so cold..so still..
Now or never, I told myself. I wasn't getting anywhere by scratching at my skin with my short fingernails. I clenched my right hand into a fist, the drip of blood from my wrist turning into a slight dribble, and prepared to thrust it through my stomach. No doubt a slow death, but I had no other choice. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Hello darkness..my old friend..
The buzzer at my door shattered my blessed silence, causing me to jerk, eyes wide. I heard Shiromi's thin voice through the door.
"Vegeta, doku maina shoi, ite` doh..1"
I wanted badly to open the door. My stomach clenched and I felt a stab of hunger. But I didn't need food if I was dead, I thought. Stay with the matter at hand. I didn't want her to see me like this anyway.
"Dui bahldu, dui kaicho dei.2"
"Liar." She said. I heard her sigh after a moment of my silence. "Choshu daime`, jadero, dui kalmu budeki fe.3"
I rose, panicked. "Dei! Dei! Kono dei tyo!!! Dui..Dui boru mal!! Tai! Dui boru malkai!!4"
Shiromi, of course opened the door anyway. She gasped at the sight of me, dropping the tray of packaged food. I raked my blood-stained fingers through my hair, blushing slightly. "What have you done...?"
"Chodei. Xendu?5"
She kicked the fallen tray angrily at me. "LOOK AT YOU!! Vendo dui ye`rwa!!6 Why did you do this!!?? Shei`o!!!" she screamed.
I didn't know how to answer, so I just stood there, looking at the floor.
She sighed again, her glare softened. She sat on the bed, motioning me to sit next to her. I too hopped up next to her, looking down at our feet dangling.
"Here.." she tore off a piece of her skirt, then took my wrist, wrapping the thin fabric tightly around it. She did the same to the other. Our eyes met. My cold, black, apathetic holes, and her bright, sympathetic, aqua discs. Such contrast there always was between us. I never saw in myself what worth that she did.
I blushed, looking away.
"Dei, dui..yarwe`...7"
She grinned mischievously, and I immediately felt ill at ease.
"Dui komai zhendas wei!!!8"
"Dei.." I started to back away, but she unfortunately got a hold of me and dragged me out the door.
At the time, I considered it the most embarrassing moment of my life theretofore. It was also the last time I ever allowed a person other than myself to bathe me. I never realized my face could turn such a deep red.
"KOJUMA!! DEEEEIII!!!"
"Jrada, Vegeta-duja, pelado.9"
She persisted in scrubbing my hair roughly. If I hadn't found her so tolerable, I would have beaten her, surely, for murdering my dignity so. Luckily for me, we were in an enclosed area of the bathing unit, so no one would see me in this mortifying state. Or so I prayed.
"Shiromi, kaicho dui na, sosuma jerdo??10"
She examined my wounds once more, and then threw a towel on my head. "Get out and dry off. I'm going to get you some decent bandages."
I did so, gladly. Bad enough she'd seen me naked..not that I really minded..if Radditz found out, I'd never hear the end of it.. but now she was bandaging me and feeding me... this whole friend thing had gone a little too far.
"Shiromi, I don't understand. I've done nothing for you and yet you do all this for me. Cho?11"
She grinned as she wrapped the bandage around my arm, remaining silent.
Kojuma, I thought. They make no sense.