Author's Health Note: I got a flu shot, and I have needle-phobia.
(Suspected leukemia, eleven years old, fourteen blood tests, twelve hours,
one day. You'd be scared too. Oh. And I don't have leukemia.) My arm
hurts like crazy because my muscles were tensed up. So, I'm kinda crampy,
and any spelling mistakes are due to a numb left arm. My doctor said I
should try to relax during shots, but... well... that's not possible. I
don't scream and cry like a two-year-old, but I can manage a tear or two.
I'm a big baby. That's the one thing I'm scared of... shots. Needles
themselves don't ever bother me.
Author's Note...Okay! Hello, Misunderstood! I'm glad you like this fic... it's one of my better ones! I hope you stick around... for the grand finale! ^.^ Ya know, I thought about naming myself Misunderstood... but decided not to, because people might not understand. ...That made absolutely no sense at all... And now, you see into the sometimes difficult mind of LeFox...
Angel of Death 87, I STILL say thanks for the advice. You've given me a lot of advice, ya know... and all of it helped! *begins singing random happy song* *AoD87 flinches violently* Oops... I guess that wasn't much of a thank you... but consider yourself thanked! *hugs* And Silver is a sweetie! *hugs Silver*
(Twilight's Star should be right here... hm...)
Neko Kuroban... *looks hurt* ...You've been getting mean lately, you know... before, you tried to stick me in a soda bottle, and when that didn't work, you pulled me into pieces, then you called me a psycho, and now, you just started getting really... mean! You didn't even have one nice thing to say to me. Whatever happened to my nice Neko? I refuse to continue speaking to you. Hmph.
This chapter focuses on Jani! I realize that, up til now, she's probably been seen as "heartless bitch who betrays Blase and sends him running off to Kuja." And technically, that's how Blase has thought of her. Well... that's not how I want her to be. I see her as... well, you'll see! I also felt like torturing Neko further.
ESTO GAZA
**Blase opened the door, and looked around. He didn't see anything he should have. He didn't smell anything burning, for one thing. And Jani was nowhere in sight. He looked around... maybe she wasn't feeling well? She wasn't in the restroom or the living room... that only left the bedroom. Blase closed his eyes. No. She had promised... no more affairs. She... she was just lying down. Jani had only gotten a headache and had decided to lie down. That was it. Jani... she wouldn't lie again. She was twenty-seven. The affairs were over. She was more mature now. Blase looked at the bedroom door, and his heart sank. It was closed. If she'd had enough strength to close the door... she wouldn't have lied down. She would have sat on the couch and waited. That was his Jani... strong and stubborn when her health was concerned. "Jani... how could you lie to me..." he whispered, looking at the door coldly.
Numbly, he reached and grabbed the handle. He heard gasps from inside... one of them was male. Rage took over, and he threw the door open. Sure enough, there she was. Her shining black hair fell over her shoulders, and her green-flecked brown eyes looked at him in fear. And next to her was Blase's best friend. He looked at them both without emotion. "Blase, you know I love you...please, give me one more chance." Jani said, wrapping the sheet around herself and running toward him. The scent of wine was heavy on her breath. She was drunk. "No. No more chances, Janira. No more chances, no more lies. It's over." Blase said, walking away. "Blase... please... come back." **
"Blase, please... come back..." The dark-haired woman sobbed into her sheets. She looked to the photo on her nightstand: a picture of a tall man kissing her on the cheek. She was laughing... she hadn't laughed for a whole month and a half. And it felt longer than that. She had been a fool to betray him! She had known what would happen to him. To them. They would have been married by now... happy... they had been happy for a month, living together. Blase had been the perfect lover. He was loyal, trusting, loving, reliable, sympathetic... everything a man should be. She had given in to what she didn't even want... the temptation of hurting Blase. She had exactly what she wanted... a man who loved her, worshiped her. Blase was everything... without him, Janira Razhal was... nothing. She hugged the photo of him against her heart, praying... that somewhere... somewhere, he was still there.
He had been perfect in every possible way, there was nothing about him that she would have changed. She didn't even know why she had cheated on him. Every time they had made love, it had been the answer to her every desire. When they kissed, she could have lived on that alone. When he touched her, it was as if he absorbed all of her worries. Those dark, mysterious, magical eyes could see into her soul. But they had been blind that day. He hadn't wanted to see what she really felt. She broke into tears again. She couldn't blame him for a thing. She was the one who had called his friend, lying and saying Blase would be home late. She had drunk far too much wine... and she had given in completely. Gods, she hadn't even enjoyed it! She had been silently wishing for the man to leave before Blase came home... before he caught her... before it hurt her chances to truly have his trust. Blase had come in... she could still recall the unemotional look on his face. Blase had never looked so... apathetic. She had earned the pain he was putting her through. She had been the traitor... she was paying the ultimate price. She had lost her knight in shining armor.
Some of her lovers had come around after he left, telling her to run away with them, or elope. She had refused every one of them. Among these were several of Blase's friends. They were just as traitorous as she was. Janira had lost interest in everything. She no longer attended the religious ceremonies or talked with friends. She didn't do her hair in the braid all of the women wanted to have. She didn't even leave the house. Most people had started calling her a hermit, which she had become. Jani Razhal had once been the envy of all women, and he was that of all men when she walked with her impressively built and handsome Blase. And she had thrown it all away for... for... for what?! What had she gained?! She had lost the greatest part of herself, but had received nothing but pain. She went to bed feeling empty without his warm, golden body to curl up against. Inside, she was cold without his heart beating against hers... her soul was dark without his voice inside her mind.
"Blase... you didn't deserve it... and I... I never deserved you..." she whispered, touching his face in the photograph. It had been her fault. No one else's... it had all been her own fault... She looked to her own smiling face. She was happy with him, dammit! She was happier with Blase than with any other man. No other man could make her want to be absolutely perfect for him... no other man could make her heart sing with pleasure... no other man could make her cry with tears of pure joy while he proposed... no other man could have ever caused her heart to speed up when he asked that question.
And no other man could have made her say "yes"...
"Blase... we're meant to be together... I know you still love me..."
He had never liked her prissy nature, and now she couldn't understand why it had ever mattered. It didn't matter anymore... she could have worn overalls and a torn shirt, shaved her head, never worn an ounce of make-up, and rolled in the dirt... if it only made him happy... She would have done anything short of murder to get him back. "But... what if he's already fallen in love again?" she asked herself in the picture. Her smiling, framed face didn't say a word.
"Come back home, Blase..."
Author's Note: Short, yes. But I HAD to get her in here somehow! She's not really a bad character, and she does make an appearance later on. Please review! I've got the next chapter pretty much done, and... there's a... KISS!
(And Neko, I didn't really write this chapter to bug you. I already had it done. ^.~* )
"I'm on the edge. Don't push me." ~"Two and a Half Men"
Author's Note...Okay! Hello, Misunderstood! I'm glad you like this fic... it's one of my better ones! I hope you stick around... for the grand finale! ^.^ Ya know, I thought about naming myself Misunderstood... but decided not to, because people might not understand. ...That made absolutely no sense at all... And now, you see into the sometimes difficult mind of LeFox...
Angel of Death 87, I STILL say thanks for the advice. You've given me a lot of advice, ya know... and all of it helped! *begins singing random happy song* *AoD87 flinches violently* Oops... I guess that wasn't much of a thank you... but consider yourself thanked! *hugs* And Silver is a sweetie! *hugs Silver*
(Twilight's Star should be right here... hm...)
Neko Kuroban... *looks hurt* ...You've been getting mean lately, you know... before, you tried to stick me in a soda bottle, and when that didn't work, you pulled me into pieces, then you called me a psycho, and now, you just started getting really... mean! You didn't even have one nice thing to say to me. Whatever happened to my nice Neko? I refuse to continue speaking to you. Hmph.
This chapter focuses on Jani! I realize that, up til now, she's probably been seen as "heartless bitch who betrays Blase and sends him running off to Kuja." And technically, that's how Blase has thought of her. Well... that's not how I want her to be. I see her as... well, you'll see! I also felt like torturing Neko further.
ESTO GAZA
**Blase opened the door, and looked around. He didn't see anything he should have. He didn't smell anything burning, for one thing. And Jani was nowhere in sight. He looked around... maybe she wasn't feeling well? She wasn't in the restroom or the living room... that only left the bedroom. Blase closed his eyes. No. She had promised... no more affairs. She... she was just lying down. Jani had only gotten a headache and had decided to lie down. That was it. Jani... she wouldn't lie again. She was twenty-seven. The affairs were over. She was more mature now. Blase looked at the bedroom door, and his heart sank. It was closed. If she'd had enough strength to close the door... she wouldn't have lied down. She would have sat on the couch and waited. That was his Jani... strong and stubborn when her health was concerned. "Jani... how could you lie to me..." he whispered, looking at the door coldly.
Numbly, he reached and grabbed the handle. He heard gasps from inside... one of them was male. Rage took over, and he threw the door open. Sure enough, there she was. Her shining black hair fell over her shoulders, and her green-flecked brown eyes looked at him in fear. And next to her was Blase's best friend. He looked at them both without emotion. "Blase, you know I love you...please, give me one more chance." Jani said, wrapping the sheet around herself and running toward him. The scent of wine was heavy on her breath. She was drunk. "No. No more chances, Janira. No more chances, no more lies. It's over." Blase said, walking away. "Blase... please... come back." **
"Blase, please... come back..." The dark-haired woman sobbed into her sheets. She looked to the photo on her nightstand: a picture of a tall man kissing her on the cheek. She was laughing... she hadn't laughed for a whole month and a half. And it felt longer than that. She had been a fool to betray him! She had known what would happen to him. To them. They would have been married by now... happy... they had been happy for a month, living together. Blase had been the perfect lover. He was loyal, trusting, loving, reliable, sympathetic... everything a man should be. She had given in to what she didn't even want... the temptation of hurting Blase. She had exactly what she wanted... a man who loved her, worshiped her. Blase was everything... without him, Janira Razhal was... nothing. She hugged the photo of him against her heart, praying... that somewhere... somewhere, he was still there.
He had been perfect in every possible way, there was nothing about him that she would have changed. She didn't even know why she had cheated on him. Every time they had made love, it had been the answer to her every desire. When they kissed, she could have lived on that alone. When he touched her, it was as if he absorbed all of her worries. Those dark, mysterious, magical eyes could see into her soul. But they had been blind that day. He hadn't wanted to see what she really felt. She broke into tears again. She couldn't blame him for a thing. She was the one who had called his friend, lying and saying Blase would be home late. She had drunk far too much wine... and she had given in completely. Gods, she hadn't even enjoyed it! She had been silently wishing for the man to leave before Blase came home... before he caught her... before it hurt her chances to truly have his trust. Blase had come in... she could still recall the unemotional look on his face. Blase had never looked so... apathetic. She had earned the pain he was putting her through. She had been the traitor... she was paying the ultimate price. She had lost her knight in shining armor.
Some of her lovers had come around after he left, telling her to run away with them, or elope. She had refused every one of them. Among these were several of Blase's friends. They were just as traitorous as she was. Janira had lost interest in everything. She no longer attended the religious ceremonies or talked with friends. She didn't do her hair in the braid all of the women wanted to have. She didn't even leave the house. Most people had started calling her a hermit, which she had become. Jani Razhal had once been the envy of all women, and he was that of all men when she walked with her impressively built and handsome Blase. And she had thrown it all away for... for... for what?! What had she gained?! She had lost the greatest part of herself, but had received nothing but pain. She went to bed feeling empty without his warm, golden body to curl up against. Inside, she was cold without his heart beating against hers... her soul was dark without his voice inside her mind.
"Blase... you didn't deserve it... and I... I never deserved you..." she whispered, touching his face in the photograph. It had been her fault. No one else's... it had all been her own fault... She looked to her own smiling face. She was happy with him, dammit! She was happier with Blase than with any other man. No other man could make her want to be absolutely perfect for him... no other man could make her heart sing with pleasure... no other man could make her cry with tears of pure joy while he proposed... no other man could have ever caused her heart to speed up when he asked that question.
And no other man could have made her say "yes"...
"Blase... we're meant to be together... I know you still love me..."
He had never liked her prissy nature, and now she couldn't understand why it had ever mattered. It didn't matter anymore... she could have worn overalls and a torn shirt, shaved her head, never worn an ounce of make-up, and rolled in the dirt... if it only made him happy... She would have done anything short of murder to get him back. "But... what if he's already fallen in love again?" she asked herself in the picture. Her smiling, framed face didn't say a word.
"Come back home, Blase..."
Author's Note: Short, yes. But I HAD to get her in here somehow! She's not really a bad character, and she does make an appearance later on. Please review! I've got the next chapter pretty much done, and... there's a... KISS!
(And Neko, I didn't really write this chapter to bug you. I already had it done. ^.~* )
"I'm on the edge. Don't push me." ~"Two and a Half Men"