Note: I've edited this chapter after I posted it. I was in such a rush, I didn't make sure everything was finished... So a couple things got taken out, and a couple put in, 'kay? To make up for messing up, I have a link to the COOLEST web site in history:
http://www.ansemreport.com/
GO THERE. It has EVERYTHING about KH, KH: Chain of Memories, and KH2, as well as a lot of rare media, downloads of assorted trailers/secret endings, and- get this- a partially transalated, absolutely beautifully done Kingdom Hearts *MANGA*. (It's so CUTE when Sora leaps at the Darkside, yelling "Hey, Ugly! Yer face is wide open!" ^^ Wai~!)
Now, on to the edited:
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GO~O~OMEN! Please please PLEASE forgive me for taking so long! Again! Lack of access to computers... :(
Reviewers: SamaraRose7 (Thanksies, Jess! ^_^ Ow... US Gov? *Wince* I hate learning about that stuff. And tell Andrea that I've been fine, but I miss her. *Sniff* Even if I do have new friends, only one of them even compares to you two. *Gets smacked by Ember for being sentimental* ORO~! @_@), Maji the Blue Mage (Yeah... It was doing that to me, too. But it's fixed now! ^_^ And about the manga? For a long time, *I* only had three- my Gundam Wing trio. And I've heard of Tokyo Mew Mew. Sounds cute. ^_^ And is this really that large? *Pokes at it* Well... Actually, it is, isn't it? ^^;; Getting included into Kingdom Hearts? I'd do all of those at the exact same time, actually. And Chibi Kenshin-chan, I think Vivi knew, he just mentioned it only when Maji-dono was being particuarly hyper. ^_^)
Warnings: Miru getting mistaken for a girl by a smart four-year-old. *Giggle* Also, lotsa hypothesies, angsting about what wasn't heard, and a little bit of Authouress Being A Pain.
Disclaimer: *Snarls at Lawyers* Just you TRY.
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Experimental
Kurayami: Part Fourteen
When You Walk Away
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Miss a step, trip and fall
Miss the path, meet the wall
Miss the way, miss a turn
Gettin' lost's how you learn
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~~~~~ Belgariad
Geran stares wide-eyed at Miru. "Oh! Are you another project for Mother? That's just bully!"
Everyone blinks at the smiling child. Then Neko bursts out into giggles, covering her mouth with a hand as she doubles over, silver hair falling out of its loose ponytail around her face. Miru blinks his again, his voice fainter than usual.
"What?..."
Geran stares innocently up at the confused guide. "You're pretty enough for Mother to work on for a while."
Dark Magician Girl starts to chuckle melodiously, bright eyes sparkling with mirth. Miru looks rather lost, staring alternatively at the laughing teens and the just-as-clueless toddler.
"Miru-san, Geran-kun thinks you're a ... a girl!" Neko and Dark Magician Girl laugh even harder after Neko gasps out the sentence. A pale blush spreads across Miru's cheeks.
"... Oh..."
Neko stops laughing for a moment. "You know, I've known you almost my entire life, and this is the first time you've been speechless." She starts giggling again.
"Kitten... We really do not have time to be wasting... I must speak to you very soon."
Sobering imediately, she frowns at the serious, grim tone in the Guide's voice. "Alright... But you'll really have to explain to me why you're HERE, Miru-san. You've always just been in my head..."
"Do you know where we could speak right now? There are many things, and it it is best to tell them without one of the people of this world hearing them... This world is still pure from the outside."
"Anou... If I lock to door to the room Dark Magician Girl and I share, no one will try to get in."
"That will work."
Neko gives him her normal cheery smile.
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"So, basically, you got tired of doing nothing and came out into the normal world, just so you were up close?"
Miru winces. "Kitten..." He looks down. "Please do not phrase it that way. I realized that the directions I had been giving you were unclear, and if things continued for you without direct intervision, the balance could be tilted even farther off."
"Hmm." Neko frowns thoughtfully, looking out the window. "You know, you HAVE been very vauge about everything, so far. Why don't you just come out and tell me everything?" She smiles slightly, turning back to face him. "It would save SO much yelling of 'why didn't you tell me this earlier' and such, ne?"
"Well... Sorry, kitten, but I can't. Balance. I must wait for the right moments, the correct times. But now that I am actually here, those are much more flexible." He smiles apologetically. "I really cannot do very much, even now."
A sigh. "Well, at least you're trying, Miru-san." She smiles at him. "Sometimes you can't help having restrictions."
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~~~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~~
{A/N: 'Ore-sama'= a personal pronoun- I, me, my- Just so ya know.}
:: Kuso gaki- it's about bloody time she did that! Ahou Miru's morals-::
Ore-sama had nurtured the anger and hate, strenghtening Ore-sama's power over the child's emotions, and now she strikes out at the foolish boy, his anger- the anger Ore-sama carefully molded out of concern for Takeo- washing half away at the feral look in her eyes. The disbeleif, fear, and muddled confusion filling his mind doesn't stop his reactions, though, and he steps easily to the side, a hand raised in defense. But the hand doesn't stop, Ore-sama turns the defensive gesture into a blow-
The girl crumples. "Well, at least I can fight her now. That prohibition was getting annoying."
The little girl's eyes widen suddenly, those constant- annoying- tears welling up. The foolish child- so weak, so pitiful, always cowering behind 'oneesama'. "NIISAN! Where are you?!" She stares accusingly at Ore-sama. "Who are you?!"
Ore-sama turned the boy's back to them, ignoring the little girl's weeping. What do they matter? Ore-sama has ore-sama's own reasons for being here. Foolish, soft Miru. He thinks these pathetic creatures can do what ORE-TACHI cannot.
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~~~~~ Belgariad
"Although sometimes we think there're restrictions and there aren't. Are you SURE that's all you can tell me?" Neko tilts her head, waiting for an answer.
A ever-so-slightly tired sigh. "I'll think, Kitten." He looks up at her. "Do you know who I would speak to to receive temporary living quarters?"
"Ce'Nedra-chan, most likely. Would you like me to talk to her?"
"If it is not too much trouble... I would appreciate it."
"Okay! I'll go see her!" Neko grins, waves two fingers jauntily at Miru in a demi-salute, unlocks the door, and walks out of the room.
The guide sighs, sitting heavily on the bed. "Shimatta," he mummers , burying his face in his hands. "I can't keep this going... I didn't realize how hard this would be, without an anchor... The others don't know how easy they have it."
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~~~~~ Graziar
Oka is angry.
Niji- Sweet, mischevious, childish Niji- Has gone too far. Far, FAR too far. Because no one- NO ONE- touches Oka's ponytail, aside from Oka himself. Let alone pulls out the ribbon holding it.
Especially not when it's Oka's favorite blue cotton ribbon, a dark rich color to match his shirt, the elaborite goldenrod-colored embrodery tracing black-maned dragons along its graceful lengths, the ends touched with iridecent white thread and just long enough to flutter when the wearer moves. Yes, Oka loves this ribbon, more than any other possesion of his. Unfortunately making it a perfect target for his immature companion's tricks and pranks.
So sweet, mischevious, childish Niji is currently being chased along a rocky, rough, almost-vertical road by a furious Oka. And as Niji skips lightly from the top of one rock to the top of another, pale hair and oversized sleaves fluttering, Oka follows close behind, his hair falling to the middle of his back in a lack-of-ponytail sort of hairstyle.
Zeff, Sora and Takeo are walking a few dozen yards behind, talking quietly as they inch their way carefully down the slope.
"As far as I could tell, Ansem was gone for good. As well as my best friend, and... And Kairi. I never..." Sora turns to Takeo, blue eyes shimering with unshed wetness. "I called to her that I loved her, when she was almost gone, but I don't think she heard me. There was this vast music surrounding everything, as the stars started to shimmer back to life again, almost as if everything was struming a... I don't know, a cosmic harp, and every string was plucked together, and it drowned out everything. She probably couldn't hear me..." Sora stumbles slightly, both Takeo and Zeff reaching out to steady him in almost identical movements.
"S-sorry..."
Takeo looks grimly up at Sora. "I know what that's like, not being able to tell that one little thing. Niisama... I loved him dearly, he was so much to me. We would always run about the castle, playing tag with Neko, while Anzu would sorta flutter after us. The heartless rarely bothered us- we were so happy, just doing kid stuff. But then... Anou... Ansem came back. Oni was the only one caught- he tripped Ansem up, using all the dark magic he knew, while the rest of us ran." Takeo stares hard at the ground, aqua eyes smoldering. "He was the only one who even recognized Ansem. He was so scared... Anzu could feel it. Then... Anzu said he... Blinked out. For only a few minutes, but when he came back together, she said he felt... diffrent. But after Ansem let him go, he didn't seem hurt. Only... Well, I guess parinoid, scarred on the inside. His eyes would go from a... Anou, a sort of forced happy purple, I guess you could call it, into this one shade of blue, when he thought no one was watching. It's very a pale sort of color, like a blue topaz with light shining through it. And it meant... Pain, I guess. The pain going on inside, not outside.
"He and Neko started quarreling, and he got angry so easily, it sometimed seemed like he was someone else. He would talk about plans no one had any idea about, and his eyes... They sometimes GLOWED yellow, during those moments. I started to feel scared, around Niisama.
"Then, about three years after... Well, everything with the Heartless... Neko started to get careless. She would do things that were reckless, at least to us- borrow food from the kitchen when someone was there, staying in the same room as someone, peeking in on people for no reason. And then Leon saw her. And about a fortnight later, Oni released the Heartless."
Takeo stops walking, his eyes flickering with barely surpressed lightning.
"I never, once, told Anzu that I loved her. She was the sweetest thing in the Bastion, and was always creeping about in Neko's shadow, and always there, and then... She was gone. And Oni- I had to watch as imouto-chan killed him."
Zeff places a hand on Takeo's shoulder, ignoring the pain searing up his arm from the uncontroled electricity around the boy. "Takeo... They're not dead."
"O-oro?! Wh-what do you mean? I saw Oni- And- And- But-" Takeo fades off, aware that he sounds like an idiot.
"They went to other places, when you thought they died. Anzu, she has been living with her mother for the last six years, although they don't know they are related. And Oni... He's in another in-between place, like here, except more... In-between, and dark." Zeff looks gravely down at Takeo. "They're very much alive, although those scars you speak of... Have become worse."
Now, going back to the Comic Releif, Niji has been caught by the furious Oka. And is being nooggied to death. Just goes to show what you should never do to certain black-haired Guides.
Stayed tuned for more "Not to do to Oka" lessons! ^_^
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Shiru and Oni talk quietly, leaving Ansem to his own devices.
Which are not many. Ansem can pretty much either think, daydream, remember, or meditate, and two of the four are not pleasant things. The other two, daydreaming and meditating, he hasn't done for so long that he isn't quite sure how to anymore. So, he begins thinking- Lesser of two evils, since almost all his memories are painful, and the few that are not have faded.
:: Oni has released the Heartless. ::
Ansem doesn't know why or how Oni did that, since after the first promising signs of darkness breed into a living heart, Oni had seemed to fade into a kind, light-hearted child. But then, Oni did sometimes seem to be a colder, more dangerous and calculating person. Now that Ansem thinks about it, whenever that odd blindfold is on, or Oni's eyes glow the same color as those of the Heartless. But what would be so tramatizing that Oni would have to create another personality, one that seemingly- Remembering the incident where Oni lost all control- one that seemingly harms the original personality.
:: I'm alive. ::
Ah, HERE is a puzzle. After the child named Sora summoned the light of Kingdom Hearts, Ansem seemed to be dead- at least in his own veiw. True, there were no Pearly Gates, or Cosmic Judge, or anything but a seemingly blank, eternal nothing- Or lack of anything, perhaps, since nothing doesn't quite fit. Then, after being alone with nothing but his own fading conciousnence and a drain of the blackness that had stained his heart. Then, that smooth, faint voice had called him back from the edge of unknowing, and... Here he is.
Why was he called back? Why is he needed again? Ansem has no urge for the darkness anymore, and if possible, less for light. Could it be that they need a totally nuteral person thrown into the mix? And who would 'they' happen to be?
Perhaps...
Ansem looks over at the strange, colorless boy speaking quietly with Oni. No one Ansem has EVER seen has skin so lacking in color, although the shimmering grey hair is less unusual. But the shape of Shiru's feartures, and those softly glowing copper eyes- the alien strangeness suggests something that might be... A little above human? And that soft, whispery voice, like the strings of a mellow acoustic guitar strummed a million miles away- So similar to the voice that called him back... Perhaps the same voice, even?
Would Shiru be one of many hypothetical 'they'?
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
But Ansem is going to try and find out.
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Glosarry:
-san: I hope I don't STILL have to tell people this... ^^;;A level of respect around "Mr.", "Mrs.", or "Ms." Pretty much normal level.
-kun: Ditto on the first comment. ^^;; You would call someone of equal or lower status (Usually male) this. Used for clasmates, friends, people you grew up with, are fairly close to, ect... Yugi uses this for just about everyone, in the Japanese Yu-Gi-Oh.
Anou: Umm... (A sort of hesitation noise, when you're thinking of something to say)
Ne: Right, isn't that so?
Kuso gaki: Rotten brat
Ore-sama: Mweh... Aku's way of reffering to himself. Basically, 'Lord Me.' -_-;; Evil egotistical ahou Aku...
Ore-tachi: Literally, it's a plural 'I'. 'Tachi' is a suffix to show a group, so *Insert personal prounoun*-tachi is 'we', *Name*-tachi is *Name* and *Name*'s buddies, ect.
Ahou: Like 'baka', but... a little less polite. ^^;; My, my, Aku has quite a mouth, doesn't he?
Niisan: (older) Brother
-Sama: HIGH respect, 'lord' or 'lady'.
-Chan: Please, PLEASE tell me you already know this?
Shimatta: Lit. 'I ended up doing it," but the connotation is more like "I messed up"
Niisama: (older) Brother
Imouto-chan: Little sister-chan
Oro: A sound effect that appears over people's heads in anime or manga, that a select few actually say. That is, three people in the known multiverse- Me, Takeo and Himura Kenshin (Not to be confused with Kenshin Himura, who merely says 'huh?', but to make up for the lack of sessha-ing and oro-ing has the transalation of the 'gozaru' tag- 'That I am, That I will, That it is,' and other examples of what Mom calls doubletalk.)
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'Fruits Basket' RULES. I mean, seriously, it's the second-funniest-and-wierdest-anime-EVER, first being FLCL, and it has more REALLY CUTE BISHIES than you can shake a youkai at! *_* Purdy Yuki-kun... Purdy Kyo-kun... Purdy possibilities of yaoi between Yuki-kun and Kyo-kun even though Yuki-kun and Tohru-chan are falling in love... *_*
*Gets smacked* Oro... @_@
Well, here in fabulous, beautiful South Dakota, there are two things. One, it is COLD. And COLD is an understatement. The "highs are in the single-digit negative, lows and windchill adding up to negitive hundreds" sort of cold that you normally only see in... Actually, North Dakota and Minnisota. ^^;; Two, today on the bus, the seat next to John (The coolest guy in a black leather trenchcoat you'll see outside of FFVII) was taken, and the kid wouldn't move, so I got to sit on John's (Also the coolest friend I have here) lap. Sure, kids kept on asking how long we've been going out, but I didn't really mind. Besides being fun to talk to and hang out with, John's really, REALLY cute. *Drools*
But, even with cool, cute, fun John around, I miss all my friends in Minnisota... *Sniffle* *Sneeze* Brr... Cold...
http://www.ansemreport.com/
GO THERE. It has EVERYTHING about KH, KH: Chain of Memories, and KH2, as well as a lot of rare media, downloads of assorted trailers/secret endings, and- get this- a partially transalated, absolutely beautifully done Kingdom Hearts *MANGA*. (It's so CUTE when Sora leaps at the Darkside, yelling "Hey, Ugly! Yer face is wide open!" ^^ Wai~!)
Now, on to the edited:
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GO~O~OMEN! Please please PLEASE forgive me for taking so long! Again! Lack of access to computers... :(
Reviewers: SamaraRose7 (Thanksies, Jess! ^_^ Ow... US Gov? *Wince* I hate learning about that stuff. And tell Andrea that I've been fine, but I miss her. *Sniff* Even if I do have new friends, only one of them even compares to you two. *Gets smacked by Ember for being sentimental* ORO~! @_@), Maji the Blue Mage (Yeah... It was doing that to me, too. But it's fixed now! ^_^ And about the manga? For a long time, *I* only had three- my Gundam Wing trio. And I've heard of Tokyo Mew Mew. Sounds cute. ^_^ And is this really that large? *Pokes at it* Well... Actually, it is, isn't it? ^^;; Getting included into Kingdom Hearts? I'd do all of those at the exact same time, actually. And Chibi Kenshin-chan, I think Vivi knew, he just mentioned it only when Maji-dono was being particuarly hyper. ^_^)
Warnings: Miru getting mistaken for a girl by a smart four-year-old. *Giggle* Also, lotsa hypothesies, angsting about what wasn't heard, and a little bit of Authouress Being A Pain.
Disclaimer: *Snarls at Lawyers* Just you TRY.
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Experimental
Kurayami: Part Fourteen
When You Walk Away
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Miss a step, trip and fall
Miss the path, meet the wall
Miss the way, miss a turn
Gettin' lost's how you learn
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~~~~~ Belgariad
Geran stares wide-eyed at Miru. "Oh! Are you another project for Mother? That's just bully!"
Everyone blinks at the smiling child. Then Neko bursts out into giggles, covering her mouth with a hand as she doubles over, silver hair falling out of its loose ponytail around her face. Miru blinks his again, his voice fainter than usual.
"What?..."
Geran stares innocently up at the confused guide. "You're pretty enough for Mother to work on for a while."
Dark Magician Girl starts to chuckle melodiously, bright eyes sparkling with mirth. Miru looks rather lost, staring alternatively at the laughing teens and the just-as-clueless toddler.
"Miru-san, Geran-kun thinks you're a ... a girl!" Neko and Dark Magician Girl laugh even harder after Neko gasps out the sentence. A pale blush spreads across Miru's cheeks.
"... Oh..."
Neko stops laughing for a moment. "You know, I've known you almost my entire life, and this is the first time you've been speechless." She starts giggling again.
"Kitten... We really do not have time to be wasting... I must speak to you very soon."
Sobering imediately, she frowns at the serious, grim tone in the Guide's voice. "Alright... But you'll really have to explain to me why you're HERE, Miru-san. You've always just been in my head..."
"Do you know where we could speak right now? There are many things, and it it is best to tell them without one of the people of this world hearing them... This world is still pure from the outside."
"Anou... If I lock to door to the room Dark Magician Girl and I share, no one will try to get in."
"That will work."
Neko gives him her normal cheery smile.
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"So, basically, you got tired of doing nothing and came out into the normal world, just so you were up close?"
Miru winces. "Kitten..." He looks down. "Please do not phrase it that way. I realized that the directions I had been giving you were unclear, and if things continued for you without direct intervision, the balance could be tilted even farther off."
"Hmm." Neko frowns thoughtfully, looking out the window. "You know, you HAVE been very vauge about everything, so far. Why don't you just come out and tell me everything?" She smiles slightly, turning back to face him. "It would save SO much yelling of 'why didn't you tell me this earlier' and such, ne?"
"Well... Sorry, kitten, but I can't. Balance. I must wait for the right moments, the correct times. But now that I am actually here, those are much more flexible." He smiles apologetically. "I really cannot do very much, even now."
A sigh. "Well, at least you're trying, Miru-san." She smiles at him. "Sometimes you can't help having restrictions."
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~~~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~~
{A/N: 'Ore-sama'= a personal pronoun- I, me, my- Just so ya know.}
:: Kuso gaki- it's about bloody time she did that! Ahou Miru's morals-::
Ore-sama had nurtured the anger and hate, strenghtening Ore-sama's power over the child's emotions, and now she strikes out at the foolish boy, his anger- the anger Ore-sama carefully molded out of concern for Takeo- washing half away at the feral look in her eyes. The disbeleif, fear, and muddled confusion filling his mind doesn't stop his reactions, though, and he steps easily to the side, a hand raised in defense. But the hand doesn't stop, Ore-sama turns the defensive gesture into a blow-
The girl crumples. "Well, at least I can fight her now. That prohibition was getting annoying."
The little girl's eyes widen suddenly, those constant- annoying- tears welling up. The foolish child- so weak, so pitiful, always cowering behind 'oneesama'. "NIISAN! Where are you?!" She stares accusingly at Ore-sama. "Who are you?!"
Ore-sama turned the boy's back to them, ignoring the little girl's weeping. What do they matter? Ore-sama has ore-sama's own reasons for being here. Foolish, soft Miru. He thinks these pathetic creatures can do what ORE-TACHI cannot.
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~~~~~ Belgariad
"Although sometimes we think there're restrictions and there aren't. Are you SURE that's all you can tell me?" Neko tilts her head, waiting for an answer.
A ever-so-slightly tired sigh. "I'll think, Kitten." He looks up at her. "Do you know who I would speak to to receive temporary living quarters?"
"Ce'Nedra-chan, most likely. Would you like me to talk to her?"
"If it is not too much trouble... I would appreciate it."
"Okay! I'll go see her!" Neko grins, waves two fingers jauntily at Miru in a demi-salute, unlocks the door, and walks out of the room.
The guide sighs, sitting heavily on the bed. "Shimatta," he mummers , burying his face in his hands. "I can't keep this going... I didn't realize how hard this would be, without an anchor... The others don't know how easy they have it."
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~~~~~ Graziar
Oka is angry.
Niji- Sweet, mischevious, childish Niji- Has gone too far. Far, FAR too far. Because no one- NO ONE- touches Oka's ponytail, aside from Oka himself. Let alone pulls out the ribbon holding it.
Especially not when it's Oka's favorite blue cotton ribbon, a dark rich color to match his shirt, the elaborite goldenrod-colored embrodery tracing black-maned dragons along its graceful lengths, the ends touched with iridecent white thread and just long enough to flutter when the wearer moves. Yes, Oka loves this ribbon, more than any other possesion of his. Unfortunately making it a perfect target for his immature companion's tricks and pranks.
So sweet, mischevious, childish Niji is currently being chased along a rocky, rough, almost-vertical road by a furious Oka. And as Niji skips lightly from the top of one rock to the top of another, pale hair and oversized sleaves fluttering, Oka follows close behind, his hair falling to the middle of his back in a lack-of-ponytail sort of hairstyle.
Zeff, Sora and Takeo are walking a few dozen yards behind, talking quietly as they inch their way carefully down the slope.
"As far as I could tell, Ansem was gone for good. As well as my best friend, and... And Kairi. I never..." Sora turns to Takeo, blue eyes shimering with unshed wetness. "I called to her that I loved her, when she was almost gone, but I don't think she heard me. There was this vast music surrounding everything, as the stars started to shimmer back to life again, almost as if everything was struming a... I don't know, a cosmic harp, and every string was plucked together, and it drowned out everything. She probably couldn't hear me..." Sora stumbles slightly, both Takeo and Zeff reaching out to steady him in almost identical movements.
"S-sorry..."
Takeo looks grimly up at Sora. "I know what that's like, not being able to tell that one little thing. Niisama... I loved him dearly, he was so much to me. We would always run about the castle, playing tag with Neko, while Anzu would sorta flutter after us. The heartless rarely bothered us- we were so happy, just doing kid stuff. But then... Anou... Ansem came back. Oni was the only one caught- he tripped Ansem up, using all the dark magic he knew, while the rest of us ran." Takeo stares hard at the ground, aqua eyes smoldering. "He was the only one who even recognized Ansem. He was so scared... Anzu could feel it. Then... Anzu said he... Blinked out. For only a few minutes, but when he came back together, she said he felt... diffrent. But after Ansem let him go, he didn't seem hurt. Only... Well, I guess parinoid, scarred on the inside. His eyes would go from a... Anou, a sort of forced happy purple, I guess you could call it, into this one shade of blue, when he thought no one was watching. It's very a pale sort of color, like a blue topaz with light shining through it. And it meant... Pain, I guess. The pain going on inside, not outside.
"He and Neko started quarreling, and he got angry so easily, it sometimed seemed like he was someone else. He would talk about plans no one had any idea about, and his eyes... They sometimes GLOWED yellow, during those moments. I started to feel scared, around Niisama.
"Then, about three years after... Well, everything with the Heartless... Neko started to get careless. She would do things that were reckless, at least to us- borrow food from the kitchen when someone was there, staying in the same room as someone, peeking in on people for no reason. And then Leon saw her. And about a fortnight later, Oni released the Heartless."
Takeo stops walking, his eyes flickering with barely surpressed lightning.
"I never, once, told Anzu that I loved her. She was the sweetest thing in the Bastion, and was always creeping about in Neko's shadow, and always there, and then... She was gone. And Oni- I had to watch as imouto-chan killed him."
Zeff places a hand on Takeo's shoulder, ignoring the pain searing up his arm from the uncontroled electricity around the boy. "Takeo... They're not dead."
"O-oro?! Wh-what do you mean? I saw Oni- And- And- But-" Takeo fades off, aware that he sounds like an idiot.
"They went to other places, when you thought they died. Anzu, she has been living with her mother for the last six years, although they don't know they are related. And Oni... He's in another in-between place, like here, except more... In-between, and dark." Zeff looks gravely down at Takeo. "They're very much alive, although those scars you speak of... Have become worse."
Now, going back to the Comic Releif, Niji has been caught by the furious Oka. And is being nooggied to death. Just goes to show what you should never do to certain black-haired Guides.
Stayed tuned for more "Not to do to Oka" lessons! ^_^
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Shiru and Oni talk quietly, leaving Ansem to his own devices.
Which are not many. Ansem can pretty much either think, daydream, remember, or meditate, and two of the four are not pleasant things. The other two, daydreaming and meditating, he hasn't done for so long that he isn't quite sure how to anymore. So, he begins thinking- Lesser of two evils, since almost all his memories are painful, and the few that are not have faded.
:: Oni has released the Heartless. ::
Ansem doesn't know why or how Oni did that, since after the first promising signs of darkness breed into a living heart, Oni had seemed to fade into a kind, light-hearted child. But then, Oni did sometimes seem to be a colder, more dangerous and calculating person. Now that Ansem thinks about it, whenever that odd blindfold is on, or Oni's eyes glow the same color as those of the Heartless. But what would be so tramatizing that Oni would have to create another personality, one that seemingly- Remembering the incident where Oni lost all control- one that seemingly harms the original personality.
:: I'm alive. ::
Ah, HERE is a puzzle. After the child named Sora summoned the light of Kingdom Hearts, Ansem seemed to be dead- at least in his own veiw. True, there were no Pearly Gates, or Cosmic Judge, or anything but a seemingly blank, eternal nothing- Or lack of anything, perhaps, since nothing doesn't quite fit. Then, after being alone with nothing but his own fading conciousnence and a drain of the blackness that had stained his heart. Then, that smooth, faint voice had called him back from the edge of unknowing, and... Here he is.
Why was he called back? Why is he needed again? Ansem has no urge for the darkness anymore, and if possible, less for light. Could it be that they need a totally nuteral person thrown into the mix? And who would 'they' happen to be?
Perhaps...
Ansem looks over at the strange, colorless boy speaking quietly with Oni. No one Ansem has EVER seen has skin so lacking in color, although the shimmering grey hair is less unusual. But the shape of Shiru's feartures, and those softly glowing copper eyes- the alien strangeness suggests something that might be... A little above human? And that soft, whispery voice, like the strings of a mellow acoustic guitar strummed a million miles away- So similar to the voice that called him back... Perhaps the same voice, even?
Would Shiru be one of many hypothetical 'they'?
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
But Ansem is going to try and find out.
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Glosarry:
-san: I hope I don't STILL have to tell people this... ^^;;A level of respect around "Mr.", "Mrs.", or "Ms." Pretty much normal level.
-kun: Ditto on the first comment. ^^;; You would call someone of equal or lower status (Usually male) this. Used for clasmates, friends, people you grew up with, are fairly close to, ect... Yugi uses this for just about everyone, in the Japanese Yu-Gi-Oh.
Anou: Umm... (A sort of hesitation noise, when you're thinking of something to say)
Ne: Right, isn't that so?
Kuso gaki: Rotten brat
Ore-sama: Mweh... Aku's way of reffering to himself. Basically, 'Lord Me.' -_-;; Evil egotistical ahou Aku...
Ore-tachi: Literally, it's a plural 'I'. 'Tachi' is a suffix to show a group, so *Insert personal prounoun*-tachi is 'we', *Name*-tachi is *Name* and *Name*'s buddies, ect.
Ahou: Like 'baka', but... a little less polite. ^^;; My, my, Aku has quite a mouth, doesn't he?
Niisan: (older) Brother
-Sama: HIGH respect, 'lord' or 'lady'.
-Chan: Please, PLEASE tell me you already know this?
Shimatta: Lit. 'I ended up doing it," but the connotation is more like "I messed up"
Niisama: (older) Brother
Imouto-chan: Little sister-chan
Oro: A sound effect that appears over people's heads in anime or manga, that a select few actually say. That is, three people in the known multiverse- Me, Takeo and Himura Kenshin (Not to be confused with Kenshin Himura, who merely says 'huh?', but to make up for the lack of sessha-ing and oro-ing has the transalation of the 'gozaru' tag- 'That I am, That I will, That it is,' and other examples of what Mom calls doubletalk.)
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'Fruits Basket' RULES. I mean, seriously, it's the second-funniest-and-wierdest-anime-EVER, first being FLCL, and it has more REALLY CUTE BISHIES than you can shake a youkai at! *_* Purdy Yuki-kun... Purdy Kyo-kun... Purdy possibilities of yaoi between Yuki-kun and Kyo-kun even though Yuki-kun and Tohru-chan are falling in love... *_*
*Gets smacked* Oro... @_@
Well, here in fabulous, beautiful South Dakota, there are two things. One, it is COLD. And COLD is an understatement. The "highs are in the single-digit negative, lows and windchill adding up to negitive hundreds" sort of cold that you normally only see in... Actually, North Dakota and Minnisota. ^^;; Two, today on the bus, the seat next to John (The coolest guy in a black leather trenchcoat you'll see outside of FFVII) was taken, and the kid wouldn't move, so I got to sit on John's (Also the coolest friend I have here) lap. Sure, kids kept on asking how long we've been going out, but I didn't really mind. Besides being fun to talk to and hang out with, John's really, REALLY cute. *Drools*
But, even with cool, cute, fun John around, I miss all my friends in Minnisota... *Sniffle* *Sneeze* Brr... Cold...
