Me: It's fairly long and I only spent one night on it! (Swells with pride)
Hinata: What's with the parenthasis?
Me: Since, FF.net changed their stupid formats I had to change it! (rants continuously)
Hinata: (sighs and starts to walk away)
Me: Hey wait! Come back! You're my muse! You can't do this to me! ---------
I was standing outside again and this time my father stood next to me. The simplistic forms he taught me were complicated because of their refined simplicity. Moving an arm outward and exhaling as you lift one leg up and reposition it. Some many think of these moves as pointless, but my father said that they were to teach not only discipline, but balance of mind and spirit so that chakra would flow easily and they helped to improve stamina. I felt at peace when I did these. Your steps had to be precise, your breaths in a certain way, not to deep, not to high. Everything in my lifestyle had an order to it, and it was calming at times, but lately it has been nagging at me.
We moved on to the next activity which consisted of learning how to deplete your chakra correctly. It weakened my body easily. In school, we never learned how to do this, in fact, it was discouraged, but when it came to chakra depletion, it can make a person believe you were invisible. My father explained to me that when depleting it correctly, none of my five senses will be able to sense him so that he can use an ability similar, yet completely different to the 64 hakke. I stood directly straight and upright, my face forward but my eyes closed. I brought my hands to create a seal and inhaled. I held my breath and tried to transfer all chakra to the center of me, draining all my tenketsu. Purposefully, my father sealed them all up on me. It was practice to not lose my chakra, but focus it in one area so that tenketsu sealing would be pointless. This was a very slow process. We spent many hours trying over and over again, yet not even the slightest whisper was spoken between us. Everything was understood. It was the natural way of the Hyuuga. By the end of the day, I was sent back to the hospital again. This time no one came to visit me; my father wanted me to be alone; to reflect, to concentrate. Once again, I tried to sleep. Another day. Another relentlessly boring, dull, day.
Whispering startled me. It was the dead cold of the night and if possible, the room seemed emptier than before. A small streetlight still shone through the covered windowpane, highlighting the dust particles that floated through the air. I couldn't fall back asleep. It was just one of those things I knew that would be impossible for me to do. I pressed my fingers against the comfortless mattress and propped myself up against a metal bar at the end of the bed. I held my pillow in my hands and sighed softly. I wished I didn't hug only a stupid pillow. I wish I was hugging something warmer. My head might have been on it to insulate heat, but there was still no warmth in it. Nothing in the hospital was warm, just like my house.
I heard shifts from the left of me and I twisted my head slightly. There was another person is the same room as me. They must've been moved in here while I was sleeping, I concluded simply. They were twitching in the cold, the must have been having a scary dream. My sheets, even when I slept always stayed consistently neat, while theirs were rumpled and they switched positions in sudden jolts. A pillow laid on the floor as a result of that. I suddenly recognized the type of face, the beautiful tan skin and cherry red hair. She was a beautiful woman, one I've never seen before in the village. Yet, I could tell what she was used to. She was probably the type that was very confident and bold and had a lot of people around her. I know it could be considered stereotyping, but isn't it true that stereotypes are really just warnings about what to expect from the person, as long as one doesn't rely on assumptions too much. She was pretty and even when she slept she had an elegance to her, no matter how messy her sheets were. I saw a shining emblem on the back of her palm, one of a gorgeous eye, full of vibrant colors. Her hand had crystals embedded in them and the stroke of the seal was created with such refinement. She was almost an exact opposite of me. What village was she from?
I heard more whispers from the hallway, the same ones I heard before. They turned my attention completely away from the woman. I could now clearly tell that they were not normal, they almost sounded like that of lurking creatures, but I didn't want my imagination to get out of control so I did the most logical thing. I decided to 'investigate'.
I jumped out of my bed and crawled out. My naked feet touched the freezing marble floors of the hospital room and I shivered. I crept to the door and peeked out of the window. The nurses were busily discussing random medical procedures I don't think I'd ever want to know about. I saw them wheeling an unconscious body down the hallway and I shivered again, this time for an obviously different reason. I hated to see the suffering of others. I found no pleasure in any pain. The fighting style I was taught didn't show blood, otherwise I don't think I could handle it. I pressed my hand against my chest and took a deep sigh inwardly. I fixated my eyes onto something small and obscure located in the corner of the hallway. Weird, was my only thought. It looked like a turquoise crystal, light glimpsing off of it, creating beautiful shades of light. I was entranced by this jewel. Why had no one else spotted it? Was it because of my eyes, or had I suddenly become delusional? All I knew was that those nagging whispers that seemed to bother only me were coming from the crystal.
I knew I wasn't supposed to get out of bed, and I'm usually good, I know I always am, but I couldn't be this time. That object, drew me to it. It glowed with vibrant intensity, as I checked if the coast was clear. I retracted the muscles in my fingers as I peered my head through the doorway. I heard distance beeping that matched my heart rate. With relief, I was happy to know that person, who ever it was, was still alive. I slinked around the door and pulled the door closed behind me. It made a sudden noise and I squeaked. I heard the heart monitor start to slow down. It was probably my imagination though, or it might have been mine speeding up. It wasn't the fact that I was going against rules for once that made me so nervous, but it was that anyone could snatch it away from my grasp, that this stone held so much power over me.
I walked down the hallway and my heart quickened or the monitor slowed. I couldn't tell though. The only sounds I heard were those echoing voices pulsing through my mind. Each step, each rhythm, each beat continued to come onto me stronger and stronger that as I walked through the mostly silent halls all the sounds of life came at me at once in on large mixture of confusion. I reached the corner and the stone shone stronger than before. I was fixated with it, obsessed with its presence, as anyone who saw something so magnificently bizarre would. My heart rate increated or the machiene slowed. I touched it and all of a sudden I felt two cold figure sweep above me. Dark shadows gave me a cold feeling of undying fear and then one loud sound rang through my mind. I stopped breathing when I looked up at the faces and the large beep finally registered. That person was dead.
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Me: Three good things happened! Yey!
Hinata: Nanda?
Me: I got this out fast, it ended well with a a cliff hanger and I'm rewatching Kino's Journey!
Hinata: Another one of your 'shows'?
Me: grins happily Yes, the same category as anything ,Hack, King of Bandits Jing and now Kino's journey.
Hinata: And I thought you said I was the one with the boring life....
Hinata: What's with the parenthasis?
Me: Since, FF.net changed their stupid formats I had to change it! (rants continuously)
Hinata: (sighs and starts to walk away)
Me: Hey wait! Come back! You're my muse! You can't do this to me! ---------
I was standing outside again and this time my father stood next to me. The simplistic forms he taught me were complicated because of their refined simplicity. Moving an arm outward and exhaling as you lift one leg up and reposition it. Some many think of these moves as pointless, but my father said that they were to teach not only discipline, but balance of mind and spirit so that chakra would flow easily and they helped to improve stamina. I felt at peace when I did these. Your steps had to be precise, your breaths in a certain way, not to deep, not to high. Everything in my lifestyle had an order to it, and it was calming at times, but lately it has been nagging at me.
We moved on to the next activity which consisted of learning how to deplete your chakra correctly. It weakened my body easily. In school, we never learned how to do this, in fact, it was discouraged, but when it came to chakra depletion, it can make a person believe you were invisible. My father explained to me that when depleting it correctly, none of my five senses will be able to sense him so that he can use an ability similar, yet completely different to the 64 hakke. I stood directly straight and upright, my face forward but my eyes closed. I brought my hands to create a seal and inhaled. I held my breath and tried to transfer all chakra to the center of me, draining all my tenketsu. Purposefully, my father sealed them all up on me. It was practice to not lose my chakra, but focus it in one area so that tenketsu sealing would be pointless. This was a very slow process. We spent many hours trying over and over again, yet not even the slightest whisper was spoken between us. Everything was understood. It was the natural way of the Hyuuga. By the end of the day, I was sent back to the hospital again. This time no one came to visit me; my father wanted me to be alone; to reflect, to concentrate. Once again, I tried to sleep. Another day. Another relentlessly boring, dull, day.
Whispering startled me. It was the dead cold of the night and if possible, the room seemed emptier than before. A small streetlight still shone through the covered windowpane, highlighting the dust particles that floated through the air. I couldn't fall back asleep. It was just one of those things I knew that would be impossible for me to do. I pressed my fingers against the comfortless mattress and propped myself up against a metal bar at the end of the bed. I held my pillow in my hands and sighed softly. I wished I didn't hug only a stupid pillow. I wish I was hugging something warmer. My head might have been on it to insulate heat, but there was still no warmth in it. Nothing in the hospital was warm, just like my house.
I heard shifts from the left of me and I twisted my head slightly. There was another person is the same room as me. They must've been moved in here while I was sleeping, I concluded simply. They were twitching in the cold, the must have been having a scary dream. My sheets, even when I slept always stayed consistently neat, while theirs were rumpled and they switched positions in sudden jolts. A pillow laid on the floor as a result of that. I suddenly recognized the type of face, the beautiful tan skin and cherry red hair. She was a beautiful woman, one I've never seen before in the village. Yet, I could tell what she was used to. She was probably the type that was very confident and bold and had a lot of people around her. I know it could be considered stereotyping, but isn't it true that stereotypes are really just warnings about what to expect from the person, as long as one doesn't rely on assumptions too much. She was pretty and even when she slept she had an elegance to her, no matter how messy her sheets were. I saw a shining emblem on the back of her palm, one of a gorgeous eye, full of vibrant colors. Her hand had crystals embedded in them and the stroke of the seal was created with such refinement. She was almost an exact opposite of me. What village was she from?
I heard more whispers from the hallway, the same ones I heard before. They turned my attention completely away from the woman. I could now clearly tell that they were not normal, they almost sounded like that of lurking creatures, but I didn't want my imagination to get out of control so I did the most logical thing. I decided to 'investigate'.
I jumped out of my bed and crawled out. My naked feet touched the freezing marble floors of the hospital room and I shivered. I crept to the door and peeked out of the window. The nurses were busily discussing random medical procedures I don't think I'd ever want to know about. I saw them wheeling an unconscious body down the hallway and I shivered again, this time for an obviously different reason. I hated to see the suffering of others. I found no pleasure in any pain. The fighting style I was taught didn't show blood, otherwise I don't think I could handle it. I pressed my hand against my chest and took a deep sigh inwardly. I fixated my eyes onto something small and obscure located in the corner of the hallway. Weird, was my only thought. It looked like a turquoise crystal, light glimpsing off of it, creating beautiful shades of light. I was entranced by this jewel. Why had no one else spotted it? Was it because of my eyes, or had I suddenly become delusional? All I knew was that those nagging whispers that seemed to bother only me were coming from the crystal.
I knew I wasn't supposed to get out of bed, and I'm usually good, I know I always am, but I couldn't be this time. That object, drew me to it. It glowed with vibrant intensity, as I checked if the coast was clear. I retracted the muscles in my fingers as I peered my head through the doorway. I heard distance beeping that matched my heart rate. With relief, I was happy to know that person, who ever it was, was still alive. I slinked around the door and pulled the door closed behind me. It made a sudden noise and I squeaked. I heard the heart monitor start to slow down. It was probably my imagination though, or it might have been mine speeding up. It wasn't the fact that I was going against rules for once that made me so nervous, but it was that anyone could snatch it away from my grasp, that this stone held so much power over me.
I walked down the hallway and my heart quickened or the monitor slowed. I couldn't tell though. The only sounds I heard were those echoing voices pulsing through my mind. Each step, each rhythm, each beat continued to come onto me stronger and stronger that as I walked through the mostly silent halls all the sounds of life came at me at once in on large mixture of confusion. I reached the corner and the stone shone stronger than before. I was fixated with it, obsessed with its presence, as anyone who saw something so magnificently bizarre would. My heart rate increated or the machiene slowed. I touched it and all of a sudden I felt two cold figure sweep above me. Dark shadows gave me a cold feeling of undying fear and then one loud sound rang through my mind. I stopped breathing when I looked up at the faces and the large beep finally registered. That person was dead.
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Me: Three good things happened! Yey!
Hinata: Nanda?
Me: I got this out fast, it ended well with a a cliff hanger and I'm rewatching Kino's Journey!
Hinata: Another one of your 'shows'?
Me: grins happily Yes, the same category as anything ,Hack, King of Bandits Jing and now Kino's journey.
Hinata: And I thought you said I was the one with the boring life....