Well, this chapter is dedicated to the ONE new reviewer that I got. (SOB)
Not like I care or anything, because nothing can faze me (MUHAHAHAHAH)
So, maybe you remember when I was talking about wrapping this story up a while ago? Well, I realized yesterday that I could probably keep the story going on forever if I wanted to.
I won't, though. I'm not sure when I will cut it off, just that it's not now, but rather sometime in the future.
I know that it's been a while since I've updated, like days! But that doesn't matter, does it? I believe that you'd wait YEARS in order to read more.
Actually, probably not.
So anyway, enjoy this chapter, and THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED, ESPECIALLY KEETRA. In case you (Keetra) didn't see, I reviewed one of your stories.
I know what you're thinking: ABOUT TIME!
Without further ado or ramblings, the next chapter.
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Link stared at Haku, then turned and walked out of the room without saying a word, leaving the cloth on the desk. Haku walked over and picked it up, examining it very carefully before reaching a conclusion.
"It's not his. The cloth is of a different make than his tunic or breeches, and the only way to get into the study was through the room that Chihiro and I were sitting in, and we didn't see him."
Knoma looked at Haku, then questioned his ability to see ANYTHING when he was necking with the girl he loved.
"See, me and Jumari, we did that sort of thing a lot, so I know for a fact that the entire world around you disappears when you're kissing the one you love."
Haku shuddered at the picture that was forming in his head of Knoma and Jumari making out. Sure, she was beautiful, but she was totally evil, and kind of weird looking. He passed the cloth over to Knoma for examination, and he declared that he had never seen Jumari wear anything of the sort in all the thousands of years that he had been her personal attendant, choosing outfits for her to wear. (a/n- I know that that sounds kind of weird, but believe me, that's what PA did.)
"So, then whose is it?" Haku looked perplexed.
"I don't know. If there was anyone else in the tower besides us, then either Jumari or I would know about it. It isn't like you can just walk in and hide from us. We have protection spells surrounding the place, there's no way in if we don't want you."
"That's not what I know. Chihiro was able to get in without any trouble at all, so what makes you think that someone else couldn't do the same thing?"
"I don't know."
Knoma left the room, declaring that he would talk with Jumari about the incident, and then Haku went back to Chihiro and remained by her side until she awoke.
*~*
High in the upper reaches of the tower, a black shadow was moving, silently and unseen. It made its way down halls and through passages, entering rooms and moving through the closed doors (a/n- wait a minute, THROUGH THE DOORS? Yep). It was searching for someone, something, and clearly was not going to give up until it found whatever it was.
*~*
Jumari sat in her quarters, brushing her long black hair and working out the tangles. As she worked, a soft series of notes escaped her lips, and then turned into a song.
Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time
Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
Who knows, only time
Who knows, only time
(Only Time, by enya)
As she sat there, she realized that she was not alone in the room. She turned around in her seat, staring directly at the black robed figure that stood tall and proud by her door. She glared at him, angry for his interrupting her moment of vulnerability.
"What do you want?"
"I've come back for you, just as I promised. You DO remember, don't you? You remember the things that went on between us?"
"What went on between us was foolish, ill considered, and unrealistic. Whatever there was is over." She turned back around and continued working on her hair. The figure dropped the black cloak, revealing himself to be a remarkably handsome young man, around twenty, with silver hair and red eyes, eyes that were almost as red as hers. She didn't even turn around.
"Come on. We were in love. You told me that you never wanted me to leave, that I could stay."
"And you didn't. You said that you needed to get out and see the world, that you needed some time, but that you would be back."
"Here I am." He threw opened his arms, clearly hoping that she would come and throw herself into his arms, acting as if all the years that they had been apart had never happened. This time she did turn around, but it was with a fury in her eyes that had never been seen before in the Spirit and Physical world combined.
"You think that after five hundred years you can just come back and pick up where we left off! I waited all this time, and just when I came to terms with the fact that you weren't coming back, you show up, ALMOST KILLING ONE OF MY GUESTS! I have no more to say to you."
"Oh, come on. I only pushed him out because he had seen me earlier, and I didn't want you to know that I had returned until I could see you myself."
"So that gives you every right to almost KILL HIM?"
"I knew that he would land in the snowbank. You know me. I wouldn't kill him unless he gave me cause." He looked at her with pleading in his eyes, but she met it with stony indifference.
"You would kill anyone, whether they were guilty of offending you or not. Don't give me any of that 'I'm innocent and harmless' crap. I know you better than that. Now, if you don't mind, it's almost time for my supper, so you can get out of my room, and preferably tower this instant." She turned back and gave a knot in her hair one last, mighty jerk, causing a chunk of it to come out and her to wince. With a wave of her hand, the hair was restored and the boy vanished, and she put her head down on the vanity and let the tears flow down her face.
*~*
Whoa. It would seem that Jumari DOES have a heart down there, deep down.
Until next time, see ya!
Not like I care or anything, because nothing can faze me (MUHAHAHAHAH)
So, maybe you remember when I was talking about wrapping this story up a while ago? Well, I realized yesterday that I could probably keep the story going on forever if I wanted to.
I won't, though. I'm not sure when I will cut it off, just that it's not now, but rather sometime in the future.
I know that it's been a while since I've updated, like days! But that doesn't matter, does it? I believe that you'd wait YEARS in order to read more.
Actually, probably not.
So anyway, enjoy this chapter, and THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED, ESPECIALLY KEETRA. In case you (Keetra) didn't see, I reviewed one of your stories.
I know what you're thinking: ABOUT TIME!
Without further ado or ramblings, the next chapter.
Writing for HIS glory ALWAYS
Dante/TME/Brian/Isildri
*~*
Link stared at Haku, then turned and walked out of the room without saying a word, leaving the cloth on the desk. Haku walked over and picked it up, examining it very carefully before reaching a conclusion.
"It's not his. The cloth is of a different make than his tunic or breeches, and the only way to get into the study was through the room that Chihiro and I were sitting in, and we didn't see him."
Knoma looked at Haku, then questioned his ability to see ANYTHING when he was necking with the girl he loved.
"See, me and Jumari, we did that sort of thing a lot, so I know for a fact that the entire world around you disappears when you're kissing the one you love."
Haku shuddered at the picture that was forming in his head of Knoma and Jumari making out. Sure, she was beautiful, but she was totally evil, and kind of weird looking. He passed the cloth over to Knoma for examination, and he declared that he had never seen Jumari wear anything of the sort in all the thousands of years that he had been her personal attendant, choosing outfits for her to wear. (a/n- I know that that sounds kind of weird, but believe me, that's what PA did.)
"So, then whose is it?" Haku looked perplexed.
"I don't know. If there was anyone else in the tower besides us, then either Jumari or I would know about it. It isn't like you can just walk in and hide from us. We have protection spells surrounding the place, there's no way in if we don't want you."
"That's not what I know. Chihiro was able to get in without any trouble at all, so what makes you think that someone else couldn't do the same thing?"
"I don't know."
Knoma left the room, declaring that he would talk with Jumari about the incident, and then Haku went back to Chihiro and remained by her side until she awoke.
*~*
High in the upper reaches of the tower, a black shadow was moving, silently and unseen. It made its way down halls and through passages, entering rooms and moving through the closed doors (a/n- wait a minute, THROUGH THE DOORS? Yep). It was searching for someone, something, and clearly was not going to give up until it found whatever it was.
*~*
Jumari sat in her quarters, brushing her long black hair and working out the tangles. As she worked, a soft series of notes escaped her lips, and then turned into a song.
Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart shows
Only time
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time
Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
Who knows, only time
Who knows, only time
(Only Time, by enya)
As she sat there, she realized that she was not alone in the room. She turned around in her seat, staring directly at the black robed figure that stood tall and proud by her door. She glared at him, angry for his interrupting her moment of vulnerability.
"What do you want?"
"I've come back for you, just as I promised. You DO remember, don't you? You remember the things that went on between us?"
"What went on between us was foolish, ill considered, and unrealistic. Whatever there was is over." She turned back around and continued working on her hair. The figure dropped the black cloak, revealing himself to be a remarkably handsome young man, around twenty, with silver hair and red eyes, eyes that were almost as red as hers. She didn't even turn around.
"Come on. We were in love. You told me that you never wanted me to leave, that I could stay."
"And you didn't. You said that you needed to get out and see the world, that you needed some time, but that you would be back."
"Here I am." He threw opened his arms, clearly hoping that she would come and throw herself into his arms, acting as if all the years that they had been apart had never happened. This time she did turn around, but it was with a fury in her eyes that had never been seen before in the Spirit and Physical world combined.
"You think that after five hundred years you can just come back and pick up where we left off! I waited all this time, and just when I came to terms with the fact that you weren't coming back, you show up, ALMOST KILLING ONE OF MY GUESTS! I have no more to say to you."
"Oh, come on. I only pushed him out because he had seen me earlier, and I didn't want you to know that I had returned until I could see you myself."
"So that gives you every right to almost KILL HIM?"
"I knew that he would land in the snowbank. You know me. I wouldn't kill him unless he gave me cause." He looked at her with pleading in his eyes, but she met it with stony indifference.
"You would kill anyone, whether they were guilty of offending you or not. Don't give me any of that 'I'm innocent and harmless' crap. I know you better than that. Now, if you don't mind, it's almost time for my supper, so you can get out of my room, and preferably tower this instant." She turned back and gave a knot in her hair one last, mighty jerk, causing a chunk of it to come out and her to wince. With a wave of her hand, the hair was restored and the boy vanished, and she put her head down on the vanity and let the tears flow down her face.
*~*
Whoa. It would seem that Jumari DOES have a heart down there, deep down.
Until next time, see ya!