Dear Shizy,
It's been a while hasn't it?
Times have changed so much; I remember keeping count of the years as they passed, but I should have listened to you in the first place. It made me bitter I guess, so I decided to stop. Even so, I can feel a subconscious clock in the back of my head, that when I truly need to know, it will pop up like nothing and I will remember how long it's been.
Have you noticed my grammar is getting better? I think all your hard work in trying to pound an education into my head is finally starting to pay off, so I guess I have to say thank you no matter how much I hated it when we were younger.
They're all gone now, aren't they? I heard that Hiei finally passed away; I never thought the little punk would finally loose that battle. He never really was the same after. after Yukina-chan died, and I guess I'll never understand the bond they shared.
I still ask the questions too, the questions you would never utter but longed to, the "Why couldn't we be like the others? Why were we left? What was so special about us?" They burned so brightly for the shortest period of time before ?fading, like those firecrackers we used to love as children.
I know you won't tear up when you read this, or go and lock yourself in your room until you feel better. You aren't the kind of person to let other people know what you're feeling.
But bottling up your emotions till you explode isn't healthy, remember what happened last time? I sound like a freaking mother, but I guess it is my time to take care of you, a payment of debt I suppose. You protected and sheltered me, did things that I know I will never know about, and maybe never want to know about, but now I want to take care of you, to protect you from the pain.
I look up from where I am writing this to see the dusty land and the charred sky, an unfamiliar land that even now, a land I have not gotten used to. They call this planet Gunsmoke, somewhat appropriate I guess, but it will never be Earth. The way it looked has already begun to fade from my mind, but the ultimate sense of peace that comes with the thought has not gone.
On another note, I think I've found Jin's reincarnation.
I was sitting in a little bar not far from May when this skinny little brat started making a racket. I turned around and there was Jin, minus the ears and horn of course, but it was him.
I couldn't believe my eyes, and I sat there, staring dumbly (not a word or I'll bring out the Halloween pictures from that year you lost that bet) at the stick thin boy in front of me. To make a long story short, he's sleeping in the next room (he snores quite loudly for a little thing) and I have become his sensei in 'Kuwabara Kendo technique'. I know you'll snort and roll your eyes when you see this part, but I had to come up with a reason for him to stick around until I figure something out. This is part of this reason why I am writing you, I was hoping you'd come back and help train him, you did a fine job with me if I do say so myself.
But this also leads to many more possibilities; if Jin was reincarnated, why not Yusuke? Or Kurama and maybe Hiei (ignoring the fact he recently died.)? I think this is leading to the point where maybe Yukina-chan could be given another chance, and how do I know if she already has been and I've lost my chance?
This is selfish, but I want my Yukina back. I want to hold her again, I want to talk to her again, I want to look in her eyes and see the love she holds for me. This is why finding Jin is so important; it may be the catalyst that brings them back.
I'm trying to not get my hope up, but I'm not succeeding. I want so much to see them so much that it aches. The saying is true; you don't know what you have until you loose it. Yet who knows when they will come back, Koenma did pull himself out of human affairs when the demons were pretty much wiped out after the ningens left Earth. Who really figured they needed us to survive?
I've felt a few demons here and there, but I've sworn off fighting them. They're just trying to survive as we are, no true harm done.
By the way, how has the hunt for the other two like us gone? I remember feeling the weird energy as they had been born, but you instantly knew what it was; must be because you've got those maternal instincts.
I'd like to meet them, because we are so alone, and it's give you a chance to find someone to love. You've hardened your heart, but maybe having someone like you will help...
And we will ignore the fact that they are several hundred years younger than us!
We are what we are; they call us 'Plants', but I still like to think that we are hum-
"Kazuma Kuwabara what in the hell are you doing?"
Kazuma froze, his hands stiffening on the keyboard noticeably, brown eyes wide in fright. KUSO! KUSO! He thought, suddenly moving to hide the writing on the screen from the infamous Shizuru Kuwabara, a callous and distant street fighter that took crap from no one and who also happened to be (unfortunately for him) his older sister.
"No- nothing." He stuttered out finally.
Her dark brown eyes that were tinted red in certain lights (or maybe just his overactive imagination) gazed at him with no obvious expression, distant from everything and everyone. Pupils constricting to mere slits, she looked at him suspiciously, and Shizuru finally kicked him out of his chair, sending him flying across the room into the wall. As he slipped from the dent that declared this a habitual occasion, he began to twitch periodically.
Leaning over, she began to read the letter that began with her detested nickname and an eyebrow slowly quirked as she looked at him scornfully. "You were writing again?"
"No!" He exclaimed fiercely as he got to his feet, wobbling slightly. What in the hell does she eat?
"Then why is it such an obvious self insertion to Trigun?" She looked over to glare at him. "You were going to ruin a perfectly good manga to do a novice type fanfic? I'm so disappointed; I thought we discussed this."
He shifted his weight, bowing his head in shame, flashy orange hair catching the ray's of the sun coming through the window. "Sorry sis, I'll never do it again."
She then turned from the desk to look at him long and hard, and Kazuma started squirming uncomfortably under her gaze. Turning back to the computer console, she closed the letter, giving him a look of 'Delete it or die' and then walked out, shutting the door softly behind her.
Looking dumbly around the room, he then strode to the closed door, and carefully placed an ear to the door, listened to her retreating footsteps, her quiet murmuring asking why Kami let him find that damned Fanfic.net site. Waiting for a few more minutes, the sudden hum of her beloved motorcycle announced his sister's departure from the Kuwabara house.
Moving from his spot, he grinned manically, the smile twisting his somewhat below average features into a disgustingly ugly face of a monster that could only reside in some child's deepest, darkest nightmare.
That poor child.
Practically throwing himself into his chair, the first clicks of the keyboard rang through the silent room, and Kazuma continued to grin.
Captain's Log
Stardate: 12345
Of the starship 'Rei Ken'.
Today, the lethal invasion from the entity's known as the Youkai, and their vile leader Shizuru, have been defeated, thanks solely to the great command of I, Captain Kazuma Kuwabara.
El Fin
XD
Dedicated to Jin!
~tackles Jin~
This was written just for you! And the nickname 'Shizy' is © of Jin..
And this is just an idea; it has nothing to do with my great hatred for those fics with self inserts! I would never, ever voice my opinions! It is not a response to their growing numbers, and my deep desire to burn them all! XD
And I have actually considered writing a fic where they were Plants, but this was so much fun to write, I really enjoyed it.
And there will be a second chap if I ever get around to it.
-MoonFairy
a.k.a.
Evil Spatula of Doom!
It's been a while hasn't it?
Times have changed so much; I remember keeping count of the years as they passed, but I should have listened to you in the first place. It made me bitter I guess, so I decided to stop. Even so, I can feel a subconscious clock in the back of my head, that when I truly need to know, it will pop up like nothing and I will remember how long it's been.
Have you noticed my grammar is getting better? I think all your hard work in trying to pound an education into my head is finally starting to pay off, so I guess I have to say thank you no matter how much I hated it when we were younger.
They're all gone now, aren't they? I heard that Hiei finally passed away; I never thought the little punk would finally loose that battle. He never really was the same after. after Yukina-chan died, and I guess I'll never understand the bond they shared.
I still ask the questions too, the questions you would never utter but longed to, the "Why couldn't we be like the others? Why were we left? What was so special about us?" They burned so brightly for the shortest period of time before ?fading, like those firecrackers we used to love as children.
I know you won't tear up when you read this, or go and lock yourself in your room until you feel better. You aren't the kind of person to let other people know what you're feeling.
But bottling up your emotions till you explode isn't healthy, remember what happened last time? I sound like a freaking mother, but I guess it is my time to take care of you, a payment of debt I suppose. You protected and sheltered me, did things that I know I will never know about, and maybe never want to know about, but now I want to take care of you, to protect you from the pain.
I look up from where I am writing this to see the dusty land and the charred sky, an unfamiliar land that even now, a land I have not gotten used to. They call this planet Gunsmoke, somewhat appropriate I guess, but it will never be Earth. The way it looked has already begun to fade from my mind, but the ultimate sense of peace that comes with the thought has not gone.
On another note, I think I've found Jin's reincarnation.
I was sitting in a little bar not far from May when this skinny little brat started making a racket. I turned around and there was Jin, minus the ears and horn of course, but it was him.
I couldn't believe my eyes, and I sat there, staring dumbly (not a word or I'll bring out the Halloween pictures from that year you lost that bet) at the stick thin boy in front of me. To make a long story short, he's sleeping in the next room (he snores quite loudly for a little thing) and I have become his sensei in 'Kuwabara Kendo technique'. I know you'll snort and roll your eyes when you see this part, but I had to come up with a reason for him to stick around until I figure something out. This is part of this reason why I am writing you, I was hoping you'd come back and help train him, you did a fine job with me if I do say so myself.
But this also leads to many more possibilities; if Jin was reincarnated, why not Yusuke? Or Kurama and maybe Hiei (ignoring the fact he recently died.)? I think this is leading to the point where maybe Yukina-chan could be given another chance, and how do I know if she already has been and I've lost my chance?
This is selfish, but I want my Yukina back. I want to hold her again, I want to talk to her again, I want to look in her eyes and see the love she holds for me. This is why finding Jin is so important; it may be the catalyst that brings them back.
I'm trying to not get my hope up, but I'm not succeeding. I want so much to see them so much that it aches. The saying is true; you don't know what you have until you loose it. Yet who knows when they will come back, Koenma did pull himself out of human affairs when the demons were pretty much wiped out after the ningens left Earth. Who really figured they needed us to survive?
I've felt a few demons here and there, but I've sworn off fighting them. They're just trying to survive as we are, no true harm done.
By the way, how has the hunt for the other two like us gone? I remember feeling the weird energy as they had been born, but you instantly knew what it was; must be because you've got those maternal instincts.
I'd like to meet them, because we are so alone, and it's give you a chance to find someone to love. You've hardened your heart, but maybe having someone like you will help...
And we will ignore the fact that they are several hundred years younger than us!
We are what we are; they call us 'Plants', but I still like to think that we are hum-
"Kazuma Kuwabara what in the hell are you doing?"
Kazuma froze, his hands stiffening on the keyboard noticeably, brown eyes wide in fright. KUSO! KUSO! He thought, suddenly moving to hide the writing on the screen from the infamous Shizuru Kuwabara, a callous and distant street fighter that took crap from no one and who also happened to be (unfortunately for him) his older sister.
"No- nothing." He stuttered out finally.
Her dark brown eyes that were tinted red in certain lights (or maybe just his overactive imagination) gazed at him with no obvious expression, distant from everything and everyone. Pupils constricting to mere slits, she looked at him suspiciously, and Shizuru finally kicked him out of his chair, sending him flying across the room into the wall. As he slipped from the dent that declared this a habitual occasion, he began to twitch periodically.
Leaning over, she began to read the letter that began with her detested nickname and an eyebrow slowly quirked as she looked at him scornfully. "You were writing again?"
"No!" He exclaimed fiercely as he got to his feet, wobbling slightly. What in the hell does she eat?
"Then why is it such an obvious self insertion to Trigun?" She looked over to glare at him. "You were going to ruin a perfectly good manga to do a novice type fanfic? I'm so disappointed; I thought we discussed this."
He shifted his weight, bowing his head in shame, flashy orange hair catching the ray's of the sun coming through the window. "Sorry sis, I'll never do it again."
She then turned from the desk to look at him long and hard, and Kazuma started squirming uncomfortably under her gaze. Turning back to the computer console, she closed the letter, giving him a look of 'Delete it or die' and then walked out, shutting the door softly behind her.
Looking dumbly around the room, he then strode to the closed door, and carefully placed an ear to the door, listened to her retreating footsteps, her quiet murmuring asking why Kami let him find that damned Fanfic.net site. Waiting for a few more minutes, the sudden hum of her beloved motorcycle announced his sister's departure from the Kuwabara house.
Moving from his spot, he grinned manically, the smile twisting his somewhat below average features into a disgustingly ugly face of a monster that could only reside in some child's deepest, darkest nightmare.
That poor child.
Practically throwing himself into his chair, the first clicks of the keyboard rang through the silent room, and Kazuma continued to grin.
Captain's Log
Stardate: 12345
Of the starship 'Rei Ken'.
Today, the lethal invasion from the entity's known as the Youkai, and their vile leader Shizuru, have been defeated, thanks solely to the great command of I, Captain Kazuma Kuwabara.
El Fin
XD
Dedicated to Jin!
~tackles Jin~
This was written just for you! And the nickname 'Shizy' is © of Jin..
And this is just an idea; it has nothing to do with my great hatred for those fics with self inserts! I would never, ever voice my opinions! It is not a response to their growing numbers, and my deep desire to burn them all! XD
And I have actually considered writing a fic where they were Plants, but this was so much fun to write, I really enjoyed it.
And there will be a second chap if I ever get around to it.
-MoonFairy
a.k.a.
Evil Spatula of Doom!