Fuuei: Hi everyone!!! Sorry for the long long long long long long long long
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Sanzo: Aww will you just SHUT UP!!!!???
Fuuei: Ya ya whatever, sorry everyone who had been waiting (I hope there IS someone who has been waiting). I've been very busy so I didn't have to time to write my fic.
Gojyo: Yeah, like calling us for about a million billion trillion times to hear how she sings...
Goku: And now my ears and head hurt too! And from then, Sanzo won't buy things to let me eat!!!
Gojyo: And Hakkai fell sick, so nobody will stop the pissed off namaguza bouzu and we always get hit!!!!
Fuuei: Hey watch it you guys!!! That's personal!!! Anyways, this chapter is about Lirin. I don't think many writers out there write much about Lirin, so I am trying to add more expression and pain to her, because I don't think she is such a happy little girl, or rather happy little demon.
Lirin: * biting a meat bun * Huh? Anyone called me? Neh... Baldie Sanzo, give me more buns!!!
Fuuei: ........ Should I cancel the part that I just said/wrote?
Gojyo: WHATEVER!!! JUST RUN!!!!! HE'S SHOOTING AGAIN!!!!!
Fuuei: Have fun reading! Aaaahhhhh!!! I have nothing to do with it! Forgive me Sanzo!!!
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Happiness
There he is again. Standing before his mother's statue, inducing each and every reminiscence, which he can retrieve with his mother and not to leave out to vow to her that he will emancipate her someday, for sure. I watched as he stood facing her, speechless and thoughtless, eyes staring perplexedly straight to his mother's. His eyes are so blank that as if his spirit has been sucked out. He must be in a lot of pain... but he's not the only one bearing pain much heavier than the world. What about me? I, too, bear a lot of pain, maybe even much more pain than he has.
He went out, and I went in, or rather sneaked in. I held up my head and saw the face with neither happiness nor pain. She has nothing to fret about, isn't that great? If I can become her, won't it be tranquil? She is his mother, his real mother. She is also my mother too, but she is only my half-mother. My true mother is the one whom my half-brother hates, and not to mention me, too.
Tears came brimming in my eyes and they become as bright as a crystal when the tears reflect the light shone unto them. At the same time, hatred also embraced and hugged me tightly as if I was its own. My heart throbs with pain whenever I see her expressionless face. At least he once had a mother who loved him, though now she is a sculpture without love.
Comparing to me, he is providential. Though I have a mother who has not become a statue or become emotionless, she never loves me, even though she is my actual mother. She only knows how to use me. Because I am so important for her plan, she tries to love me... by pretending. It is not fair! Why do I have to be her child, instead of her daughter, the one in front of me? Despondency and abhorrence can be so cruel, they attack you, penetrate you with their swords, and at last they slice your heart into little, thin pieces.
Despite the appearance of woe and odium, I always seem happy. Or rather, I try to seem to be in high spirits. I cannot let the others know that I am a weakling. No, no I can't. Not even my closest half-brother knows about the agony that I am buoying up. Though I am fortunate to have someone to love me, I still cannot accept it and turn it into happiness. Why is my life so pathetic? Without exhilaration, and without the love that I have always wanted, can I ever achieve them?
If his mother is at liberty, will she love me and not loathe me? Will my half-brother see me as his sister again? Most importantly, will melancholy and revulsion forgive and forget me and let me have happiness for even once? My head fell, as if there is a rock on my head signaling me that my wish cannot be granted. Tell me, when will I have to stop this pretending happiness and accept the actual and sincere happiness?
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Gojyo: Huff... puff... * that huff puff is all from the run-for-his-life- from-Sanzo's-bullets * BAKA ONNA!!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
Fuuei: NANI!??? KONO ERO KAP-----
Hakkai: * almost dying * Please... don't argue... I...
Fuuei: Hakkai! Hold on please!!! Hold on!
Gojyo: Hakkai! Be alright! Promise me!!! I promise to be good if you are better!
Goku: Hakkai! You can't die! You have to cook for me!!!
Sanzo: Oi... Are you serious, Hakkai? * a little bit worried *
Hakkai: URUSEI YOU ALL! I JUST WANNA HAVE A NICE SLEEP AND YOU ALL ARE SO LOUD AND NOISY!!!!!
Fuuei: Wha??? Hakkai scolded us...? Unbelievable!
Others: Oh no, the first time Hakkai scold us... We have to die with him this time, for sure...
Hakkai: @_@
Lirin: Ah! You must be hungry. Here! Meat buns. * stuff two meat buns at once into Hakkai's mouth *
Hakkai: X_X
Fuuei: So what do you think about it? Please remember to review after reading because I wanna know about any mistakes or something that I should change. Once again, I have to say sorry for the long delay.
Sanzo: Aww will you just SHUT UP!!!!???
Fuuei: Ya ya whatever, sorry everyone who had been waiting (I hope there IS someone who has been waiting). I've been very busy so I didn't have to time to write my fic.
Gojyo: Yeah, like calling us for about a million billion trillion times to hear how she sings...
Goku: And now my ears and head hurt too! And from then, Sanzo won't buy things to let me eat!!!
Gojyo: And Hakkai fell sick, so nobody will stop the pissed off namaguza bouzu and we always get hit!!!!
Fuuei: Hey watch it you guys!!! That's personal!!! Anyways, this chapter is about Lirin. I don't think many writers out there write much about Lirin, so I am trying to add more expression and pain to her, because I don't think she is such a happy little girl, or rather happy little demon.
Lirin: * biting a meat bun * Huh? Anyone called me? Neh... Baldie Sanzo, give me more buns!!!
Fuuei: ........ Should I cancel the part that I just said/wrote?
Gojyo: WHATEVER!!! JUST RUN!!!!! HE'S SHOOTING AGAIN!!!!!
Fuuei: Have fun reading! Aaaahhhhh!!! I have nothing to do with it! Forgive me Sanzo!!!
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Happiness
There he is again. Standing before his mother's statue, inducing each and every reminiscence, which he can retrieve with his mother and not to leave out to vow to her that he will emancipate her someday, for sure. I watched as he stood facing her, speechless and thoughtless, eyes staring perplexedly straight to his mother's. His eyes are so blank that as if his spirit has been sucked out. He must be in a lot of pain... but he's not the only one bearing pain much heavier than the world. What about me? I, too, bear a lot of pain, maybe even much more pain than he has.
He went out, and I went in, or rather sneaked in. I held up my head and saw the face with neither happiness nor pain. She has nothing to fret about, isn't that great? If I can become her, won't it be tranquil? She is his mother, his real mother. She is also my mother too, but she is only my half-mother. My true mother is the one whom my half-brother hates, and not to mention me, too.
Tears came brimming in my eyes and they become as bright as a crystal when the tears reflect the light shone unto them. At the same time, hatred also embraced and hugged me tightly as if I was its own. My heart throbs with pain whenever I see her expressionless face. At least he once had a mother who loved him, though now she is a sculpture without love.
Comparing to me, he is providential. Though I have a mother who has not become a statue or become emotionless, she never loves me, even though she is my actual mother. She only knows how to use me. Because I am so important for her plan, she tries to love me... by pretending. It is not fair! Why do I have to be her child, instead of her daughter, the one in front of me? Despondency and abhorrence can be so cruel, they attack you, penetrate you with their swords, and at last they slice your heart into little, thin pieces.
Despite the appearance of woe and odium, I always seem happy. Or rather, I try to seem to be in high spirits. I cannot let the others know that I am a weakling. No, no I can't. Not even my closest half-brother knows about the agony that I am buoying up. Though I am fortunate to have someone to love me, I still cannot accept it and turn it into happiness. Why is my life so pathetic? Without exhilaration, and without the love that I have always wanted, can I ever achieve them?
If his mother is at liberty, will she love me and not loathe me? Will my half-brother see me as his sister again? Most importantly, will melancholy and revulsion forgive and forget me and let me have happiness for even once? My head fell, as if there is a rock on my head signaling me that my wish cannot be granted. Tell me, when will I have to stop this pretending happiness and accept the actual and sincere happiness?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gojyo: Huff... puff... * that huff puff is all from the run-for-his-life- from-Sanzo's-bullets * BAKA ONNA!!! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
Fuuei: NANI!??? KONO ERO KAP-----
Hakkai: * almost dying * Please... don't argue... I...
Fuuei: Hakkai! Hold on please!!! Hold on!
Gojyo: Hakkai! Be alright! Promise me!!! I promise to be good if you are better!
Goku: Hakkai! You can't die! You have to cook for me!!!
Sanzo: Oi... Are you serious, Hakkai? * a little bit worried *
Hakkai: URUSEI YOU ALL! I JUST WANNA HAVE A NICE SLEEP AND YOU ALL ARE SO LOUD AND NOISY!!!!!
Fuuei: Wha??? Hakkai scolded us...? Unbelievable!
Others: Oh no, the first time Hakkai scold us... We have to die with him this time, for sure...
Hakkai: @_@
Lirin: Ah! You must be hungry. Here! Meat buns. * stuff two meat buns at once into Hakkai's mouth *
Hakkai: X_X
Fuuei: So what do you think about it? Please remember to review after reading because I wanna know about any mistakes or something that I should change. Once again, I have to say sorry for the long delay.