Disclaimer: I am all too happy. I am listening to the greatest band ever, Catch 22. It is playing against a very good movie, Perfect Blue. And My parents won't be home for 2 days. I am at peace. I don't think I own SquareEnix's products, but, there was that one time...
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Isamu and Emi stopped under a tree. The tree was outlandishly tall, compared to the fields surrounding it. The vast oceans of wheat and barley, swayed with every stray breeze. Controlled by fate. They were on their way to Marr's Pass, but they were sidetracked, by a wandering magician. Emi sat before the magician, Isamu to the right of him.
The magician passed a black orb, between his hands. Isamu tracked his every movement, watching every thing. Isamu noticed part of the ball, sticking out from the man's hand.
"I can see the ball," Isamu pointed out, "you're not too good, now are you. Oh, how the weak-minded are fooled."
"Shut up, Isamu," Emi glared at him, "you're ruining it."
"It's all in fun and games, isn't it?" Isamu retorted, "I have to point out the obvious, then I can exert some control."
Emi stomped off to Marr's Pass, alone. Isamu ran after her, trying to keep pace with her. She picked up speed, and left a trail of blazing brush, in her wake. Isamu jumped into the air, and crashed down, in front of her. She smiled, and grabbed his hand. They ran towards the village on Marr's Pass. The Minor Crystal of Marr's Pass, was sufficient enough to ward off the mist, from the town. The mayor stepped behind it, his body amplified. The rustic town, a tightknit neighborhood. Isamu and Emi walked to the left and came upon a set of stairs. They traipsed down the stairs, and came upon a hole in the wall. They crouched down and crawled in.
They found a lavishly decorated room. A beautiful plush rug, that led to a fireplace. Upon the mantle, sat pictures of different creatures. Out of nowhere, a ball of fur, crashed into Isamu's head. He fell down, onto the rug and laid unconscious. Emi ran to his side, and rubbed his bruised head. She pressed her hand to his skull, and used a Blizzard stone, to heal his wound. He awoke shortly, grabbed the pile of fur on the ground. Isamu threw the fur into the fire, and it sprang to life. A fireball shot across the room, and hit Isamu in the arm, and burned off his shirt sleeve. Isamu grabbed the creature, and shook it violently. The tiny furball exploded, into a million pieces.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Emi screamed, "how could you do that, to a poor defenseless animal."
"The little shit almost took off my arm," Isamu said, "it was odd though, you have to admit."
Just then all of the tiny furballs came together, and created a whole moogle. The short white creature, flopped onto the ground. His red bobble, wiggled about and beat on Isamu's leg.
Isamu kicked it into the air, grabbed it, and brought it to eye-level.
"KUPO," the moogle cried, "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME, KUPO."
Isamu dropped the moogle, to the ground. Isamu grabbed Emi's hand, and "guided" her out of the moogle's house. He ran into the blacksmith's house, and grabbed a towel, to cover his arm. Emi turned to him.
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"Wait," Emi said, puzzled, "what is that, on your arm?"
Isamu replied, "Nothing," and ran outside. He charged off into the south, and Emi followed. She found him, lying next to a waterfalled-river. She snuck up on him, and ripped off the towel. Emblazoned on Isamu's arm, were hundreds of scars and bruises.
"What are those from?" Emi asked.
"They're nothing," Isamu shouted, "just leave me alone."
"Tell me," Emi's voice carried into the silence, "I will listen. I won't tell anyone."
"I can't tell you," Isamu's eyes started to water, "I haven't told anyone, and I have to keep it inside."
"It's not good to bottle your emoti-" Emi started.
"My father beats the shit out of me, every night," Isamu yelled out, "there are you happy. My dad takes out his anger upon me. My mom couldn't take it anymore, and left me alone with him. Every day when he comes home, he will just start pummeling me and yelling at me. It's all my fault, I get in his way."
"No, it's not your fault. Don't you ever think that," Emi cried "why haven't you told anyone?"
"I don't want anyone to help me, I'll never be able to repay them if they helped," Isamu's voice returned to it's normal calmness, "I don't anyone to worry about me. I can handle this myself."
Emi turned away, to hide her tears. All along, Isamu had been there for her. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how. She leaned over and embraced him.
"I will always be there for you," Emi whispered into his ear, "if we can depend on each other, then nothing can hurt us."
A drop of rain, speckled Isamu's face. He smiled and hugged her back. His tears, flowing out of his eyes, dropped onto her coat. They held each other next to the waterfall. They remained there, until nightfall.
"I think we should go home tomorrow," Emis said, "I think that they have settled down by now."
Isamu remembered, that it had been three days. Emi's parents were probably worried about her. The moon strode into existence. It's light shone upon them. They looked deep into each other's eyes. They leaned together, and a kiss formed in the silhouette of the moon.
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End Chap 4. No moogles were harmed during the making of this chapter, except when I was testing, if they do really explode. They do explode, but they don't go back together. Moment of Silence for the forgotten moogle.
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Isamu and Emi stopped under a tree. The tree was outlandishly tall, compared to the fields surrounding it. The vast oceans of wheat and barley, swayed with every stray breeze. Controlled by fate. They were on their way to Marr's Pass, but they were sidetracked, by a wandering magician. Emi sat before the magician, Isamu to the right of him.
The magician passed a black orb, between his hands. Isamu tracked his every movement, watching every thing. Isamu noticed part of the ball, sticking out from the man's hand.
"I can see the ball," Isamu pointed out, "you're not too good, now are you. Oh, how the weak-minded are fooled."
"Shut up, Isamu," Emi glared at him, "you're ruining it."
"It's all in fun and games, isn't it?" Isamu retorted, "I have to point out the obvious, then I can exert some control."
Emi stomped off to Marr's Pass, alone. Isamu ran after her, trying to keep pace with her. She picked up speed, and left a trail of blazing brush, in her wake. Isamu jumped into the air, and crashed down, in front of her. She smiled, and grabbed his hand. They ran towards the village on Marr's Pass. The Minor Crystal of Marr's Pass, was sufficient enough to ward off the mist, from the town. The mayor stepped behind it, his body amplified. The rustic town, a tightknit neighborhood. Isamu and Emi walked to the left and came upon a set of stairs. They traipsed down the stairs, and came upon a hole in the wall. They crouched down and crawled in.
They found a lavishly decorated room. A beautiful plush rug, that led to a fireplace. Upon the mantle, sat pictures of different creatures. Out of nowhere, a ball of fur, crashed into Isamu's head. He fell down, onto the rug and laid unconscious. Emi ran to his side, and rubbed his bruised head. She pressed her hand to his skull, and used a Blizzard stone, to heal his wound. He awoke shortly, grabbed the pile of fur on the ground. Isamu threw the fur into the fire, and it sprang to life. A fireball shot across the room, and hit Isamu in the arm, and burned off his shirt sleeve. Isamu grabbed the creature, and shook it violently. The tiny furball exploded, into a million pieces.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Emi screamed, "how could you do that, to a poor defenseless animal."
"The little shit almost took off my arm," Isamu said, "it was odd though, you have to admit."
Just then all of the tiny furballs came together, and created a whole moogle. The short white creature, flopped onto the ground. His red bobble, wiggled about and beat on Isamu's leg.
Isamu kicked it into the air, grabbed it, and brought it to eye-level.
"KUPO," the moogle cried, "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME, KUPO."
Isamu dropped the moogle, to the ground. Isamu grabbed Emi's hand, and "guided" her out of the moogle's house. He ran into the blacksmith's house, and grabbed a towel, to cover his arm. Emi turned to him.
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"Wait," Emi said, puzzled, "what is that, on your arm?"
Isamu replied, "Nothing," and ran outside. He charged off into the south, and Emi followed. She found him, lying next to a waterfalled-river. She snuck up on him, and ripped off the towel. Emblazoned on Isamu's arm, were hundreds of scars and bruises.
"What are those from?" Emi asked.
"They're nothing," Isamu shouted, "just leave me alone."
"Tell me," Emi's voice carried into the silence, "I will listen. I won't tell anyone."
"I can't tell you," Isamu's eyes started to water, "I haven't told anyone, and I have to keep it inside."
"It's not good to bottle your emoti-" Emi started.
"My father beats the shit out of me, every night," Isamu yelled out, "there are you happy. My dad takes out his anger upon me. My mom couldn't take it anymore, and left me alone with him. Every day when he comes home, he will just start pummeling me and yelling at me. It's all my fault, I get in his way."
"No, it's not your fault. Don't you ever think that," Emi cried "why haven't you told anyone?"
"I don't want anyone to help me, I'll never be able to repay them if they helped," Isamu's voice returned to it's normal calmness, "I don't anyone to worry about me. I can handle this myself."
Emi turned away, to hide her tears. All along, Isamu had been there for her. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how. She leaned over and embraced him.
"I will always be there for you," Emi whispered into his ear, "if we can depend on each other, then nothing can hurt us."
A drop of rain, speckled Isamu's face. He smiled and hugged her back. His tears, flowing out of his eyes, dropped onto her coat. They held each other next to the waterfall. They remained there, until nightfall.
"I think we should go home tomorrow," Emis said, "I think that they have settled down by now."
Isamu remembered, that it had been three days. Emi's parents were probably worried about her. The moon strode into existence. It's light shone upon them. They looked deep into each other's eyes. They leaned together, and a kiss formed in the silhouette of the moon.
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End Chap 4. No moogles were harmed during the making of this chapter, except when I was testing, if they do really explode. They do explode, but they don't go back together. Moment of Silence for the forgotten moogle.