Discliamer: Well... um... I don't own, but... I dunno the idea is kinda
mine i guess
Summary: Well... is been over ten years since Raphael was put into that healing chamber thing, and he still hasn't woken up. Until now..
Warning: A calm(er) Michael, who has grown up quit a bit; bad spelling; .... things I guess.. not to sure just yet... *shrug*
Time Frame: Over ten years after book twenty, when Raphael is suppose to wake up.... - -; he's a bit late.
Title: Wasuremono
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The damned doctors wont tell me a reason as to why you wont wake up. Its been over ten years now, and your still snoozing away. Fucktard.
Its almost worring me, because its been... what... six months after your due date? And I've been wasteing my time waiting around your nearly dead corpse for it to come alive again.
Hmmm....You look peaceful today. More so than usual. You look happy. Content with where you are. In your little fucking cucoon. Makes me wonder what the hell your dreaming about. Cause I know your dreaming. I just know it.
I think your dreaming about a perfect life for yourself. Beautiful women flocking to you, cooing at you, mountains of books to entertain your mind with and so many other things that I wouldn't know that would entertain you...
Your smiling. Its simple and sweet. Almost vague, but its there. I can see it, staring down at you laying there in you little box.
Sleeping... Dreaming...
Without me.
You want to know what I dream about? Huh, sleeping beauty? Do you really want to know? I dream about you.
You. All the time. The same fucking dream together. Every time I dream its the same fucking thing. We're together, lost on Assiah, and not having no clue where we're going. But we're in a car, your driving, and your hair is whipping you in the face. A playful smile over your paleish pink lips. Your laughing at me, because I said something stupid again. But I'm not angry. I'm just plotting revenge. Sweet revenge, that I know you'll enjoy more than I will.
Us on our little journy. A journy to no where. No where damnit! And the worst apart is that its all ok.
All ok, because its with you.
Even though thats a load of bullshit.
Hmm... anything else you'd probly like to hear? Life has had a shit load of too much change since you went to you coma. Yep. It has indeed. The rebuilding of Heaven is nearly completed. The hiearchy has figured out that they want a council of seven to lead heaven into a new age. NeoHeaven. Pre~tty lame. Eh oh well Doesn't really concern me, but I've been keeping tabs for you. Since its kinda your thing to know about these things.
Nothing really has happened with me in a while. Its all just kinda blending in together.... missing you, learning to control my temper (which is rather hard to do might I add) and to simply just get on with life.
Your expressions changed. It looks troubled. Something bothering you? I look up, just as the beeping on the moniter has started to go haywire. Fear stricks my heart.
What the hell is happening?! Whats going on!? I rush over to the doors, and see that no one is there... Oh holy fucking shit! I run over to you again.
Its... its bizzare staring down at you. The beeping as stopped... and theres this... this hissing sound...
I look up, and around, trying to find someting to do. I don't know whats going on!
I look down at you, hot tears pinching my eyes... I stare into foggy ice blue eyes.
You blink... staring at me... staring with ... horror... and unrecognizeing gaze...
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To Be Continued....
Yeah I know its short, so sue me! ^.^;
Miguel- its because it feels rushed
- -; its Mika-baby, Miggles, thats why its rushed.
Miguel- ... it shouldn't be though
You just shut up ok? Get started on the next part!
Summary: Well... is been over ten years since Raphael was put into that healing chamber thing, and he still hasn't woken up. Until now..
Warning: A calm(er) Michael, who has grown up quit a bit; bad spelling; .... things I guess.. not to sure just yet... *shrug*
Time Frame: Over ten years after book twenty, when Raphael is suppose to wake up.... - -; he's a bit late.
Title: Wasuremono
_____-----=====-----_____
The damned doctors wont tell me a reason as to why you wont wake up. Its been over ten years now, and your still snoozing away. Fucktard.
Its almost worring me, because its been... what... six months after your due date? And I've been wasteing my time waiting around your nearly dead corpse for it to come alive again.
Hmmm....You look peaceful today. More so than usual. You look happy. Content with where you are. In your little fucking cucoon. Makes me wonder what the hell your dreaming about. Cause I know your dreaming. I just know it.
I think your dreaming about a perfect life for yourself. Beautiful women flocking to you, cooing at you, mountains of books to entertain your mind with and so many other things that I wouldn't know that would entertain you...
Your smiling. Its simple and sweet. Almost vague, but its there. I can see it, staring down at you laying there in you little box.
Sleeping... Dreaming...
Without me.
You want to know what I dream about? Huh, sleeping beauty? Do you really want to know? I dream about you.
You. All the time. The same fucking dream together. Every time I dream its the same fucking thing. We're together, lost on Assiah, and not having no clue where we're going. But we're in a car, your driving, and your hair is whipping you in the face. A playful smile over your paleish pink lips. Your laughing at me, because I said something stupid again. But I'm not angry. I'm just plotting revenge. Sweet revenge, that I know you'll enjoy more than I will.
Us on our little journy. A journy to no where. No where damnit! And the worst apart is that its all ok.
All ok, because its with you.
Even though thats a load of bullshit.
Hmm... anything else you'd probly like to hear? Life has had a shit load of too much change since you went to you coma. Yep. It has indeed. The rebuilding of Heaven is nearly completed. The hiearchy has figured out that they want a council of seven to lead heaven into a new age. NeoHeaven. Pre~tty lame. Eh oh well Doesn't really concern me, but I've been keeping tabs for you. Since its kinda your thing to know about these things.
Nothing really has happened with me in a while. Its all just kinda blending in together.... missing you, learning to control my temper (which is rather hard to do might I add) and to simply just get on with life.
Your expressions changed. It looks troubled. Something bothering you? I look up, just as the beeping on the moniter has started to go haywire. Fear stricks my heart.
What the hell is happening?! Whats going on!? I rush over to the doors, and see that no one is there... Oh holy fucking shit! I run over to you again.
Its... its bizzare staring down at you. The beeping as stopped... and theres this... this hissing sound...
I look up, and around, trying to find someting to do. I don't know whats going on!
I look down at you, hot tears pinching my eyes... I stare into foggy ice blue eyes.
You blink... staring at me... staring with ... horror... and unrecognizeing gaze...
_____-----=====-----_____
To Be Continued....
Yeah I know its short, so sue me! ^.^;
Miguel- its because it feels rushed
- -; its Mika-baby, Miggles, thats why its rushed.
Miguel- ... it shouldn't be though
You just shut up ok? Get started on the next part!