*long sigh* I dreamt that the next book of Dragon Knights came out, so I
went to the store...and it wasn't there...T____T
Kat: Wow, you review fast. O_o;;
Claire: Ah, yes. Kat is an elf. I'm from Gondor. ^^ Hott people live in
Gondor...*ahem* Sorry. I would explain stuff, but my little mind is just
beginning to work things out in most places.
Ed: Well, I watched Cowboy Bebop the other night. I have to say,
watching a retarded evil french clown man get squished by a giant yellow
robotic dog was one of the weirder things I've seen in a long while.
Lisa: Wow, you scare me sometimes. But shopping was amusing. Lots of
prom dresses... @_@ (Oh, and Meilan/Nataku.)
Jaid Skywalker: Yes, see, it wouldn't have been too bad...but then it
morphed into a RunexTintlett over night. O_o; And I quote, "He's turning
into a little Alfeegi clone", in response to your question.
***
November 7, Minas Tirith
Soft leather boots padded across the cobbled stone walkway.
They suddenly stopped, their wearer intently listening, then they took
another step forward and darted to the side, a young man slipping into a
side street and crouching down behind a couple of empty wooden crates.
"Trowa?" Another boy, perhaps a year younger, ran around a corner,
appearing next to where his friend was hidden.
"Trowa? I know you're here."
He paused.
"Somewhere," He added, stopping and looking around.
Not three feet away from him, Trowa stiffened, sliding silently backwards
into the shadows.
Duo sighed.
He brushed a wayward strand of his chocolate brown hair out of his eyes,
and started walking again, a worried look on his face.
"Trowa! Hey, Trowa! Come out!" He called, pausing for a second, then
ran out onto a larger street, out of the shade of the smaller avenue, lined
on both sides by dilapidated buildings and merchant's stores.
In the alleyway as the sound of the other boy's footsteps was lost, Trowa
relaxed visibly. He remained still for a minute after they had disappeared
into the crowd outside before standing up.
Once he did, he looked around, feeling as though he should be moving,
but not knowing where to go.
His head dropped forward onto his chest and he sighed, starting to walk
forwards down the dead-end pathway he had been hiding in.
It was dimly lit down there, with a fine layer of dirt on the ground and
dust covering every visible surface.
Finding a suitable corner, he slouched against a wall, slowly sliding to the
floor.
He leaned back, running a hand through his bangs, grimacing as he did
so.
Carelessly hitting the back of his head against the stone wall of the
building behind him, he sat in the dirt and grime on the ground, not
noticing or caring.
A restless feeling burned deep inside him, urging him to do something,
anything.
Frustrated, he screamed silently inside his head.
The result, a long anger-rent sound that no one heard.
Still sitting there, he cast a tentative look around him, searching for
something of use. Something to distract him, take his mind off the
thoughts that had been slowly eating away at it.
There was nothing, save cobwebs and dust in the alleyway. An upturned
lantern lay a few feet away, and a scrap of dirty cloth was nestled in a
particularly grimy looking corner.
Closing his eyes, a deep sigh made it's way out of him, raising his
shoulders, but not his spirits.
He didn't want to be here.
He didn't want to have his mind filled with the images that preoccupied
him, that taunted him with fear and tantalized him with escape.
Images newly seen, memories newly made, nightmares newly realized.
He was trapped in a cycle of reliving horrors and guilt.
He was lost.
And he didn't particularly want to be found.
***
Ah, I think I jinxed myself. By laughing at Writers Block, he came...*cries*
Anyway...Once I get the next few chapters out of the way he should
leave. Until then, look for more looooong pauses between updates.
Happy Spring Break! ^_______^
And I finally got to see Inuyasha again! ^____________^
Review?
went to the store...and it wasn't there...T____T
Kat: Wow, you review fast. O_o;;
Claire: Ah, yes. Kat is an elf. I'm from Gondor. ^^ Hott people live in
Gondor...*ahem* Sorry. I would explain stuff, but my little mind is just
beginning to work things out in most places.
Ed: Well, I watched Cowboy Bebop the other night. I have to say,
watching a retarded evil french clown man get squished by a giant yellow
robotic dog was one of the weirder things I've seen in a long while.
Lisa: Wow, you scare me sometimes. But shopping was amusing. Lots of
prom dresses... @_@ (Oh, and Meilan/Nataku.)
Jaid Skywalker: Yes, see, it wouldn't have been too bad...but then it
morphed into a RunexTintlett over night. O_o; And I quote, "He's turning
into a little Alfeegi clone", in response to your question.
***
November 7, Minas Tirith
Soft leather boots padded across the cobbled stone walkway.
They suddenly stopped, their wearer intently listening, then they took
another step forward and darted to the side, a young man slipping into a
side street and crouching down behind a couple of empty wooden crates.
"Trowa?" Another boy, perhaps a year younger, ran around a corner,
appearing next to where his friend was hidden.
"Trowa? I know you're here."
He paused.
"Somewhere," He added, stopping and looking around.
Not three feet away from him, Trowa stiffened, sliding silently backwards
into the shadows.
Duo sighed.
He brushed a wayward strand of his chocolate brown hair out of his eyes,
and started walking again, a worried look on his face.
"Trowa! Hey, Trowa! Come out!" He called, pausing for a second, then
ran out onto a larger street, out of the shade of the smaller avenue, lined
on both sides by dilapidated buildings and merchant's stores.
In the alleyway as the sound of the other boy's footsteps was lost, Trowa
relaxed visibly. He remained still for a minute after they had disappeared
into the crowd outside before standing up.
Once he did, he looked around, feeling as though he should be moving,
but not knowing where to go.
His head dropped forward onto his chest and he sighed, starting to walk
forwards down the dead-end pathway he had been hiding in.
It was dimly lit down there, with a fine layer of dirt on the ground and
dust covering every visible surface.
Finding a suitable corner, he slouched against a wall, slowly sliding to the
floor.
He leaned back, running a hand through his bangs, grimacing as he did
so.
Carelessly hitting the back of his head against the stone wall of the
building behind him, he sat in the dirt and grime on the ground, not
noticing or caring.
A restless feeling burned deep inside him, urging him to do something,
anything.
Frustrated, he screamed silently inside his head.
The result, a long anger-rent sound that no one heard.
Still sitting there, he cast a tentative look around him, searching for
something of use. Something to distract him, take his mind off the
thoughts that had been slowly eating away at it.
There was nothing, save cobwebs and dust in the alleyway. An upturned
lantern lay a few feet away, and a scrap of dirty cloth was nestled in a
particularly grimy looking corner.
Closing his eyes, a deep sigh made it's way out of him, raising his
shoulders, but not his spirits.
He didn't want to be here.
He didn't want to have his mind filled with the images that preoccupied
him, that taunted him with fear and tantalized him with escape.
Images newly seen, memories newly made, nightmares newly realized.
He was trapped in a cycle of reliving horrors and guilt.
He was lost.
And he didn't particularly want to be found.
***
Ah, I think I jinxed myself. By laughing at Writers Block, he came...*cries*
Anyway...Once I get the next few chapters out of the way he should
leave. Until then, look for more looooong pauses between updates.
Happy Spring Break! ^_______^
And I finally got to see Inuyasha again! ^____________^
Review?