Yes!!!! School is out for the summer and its time to write to my heart's content.
Grins As a side note I want to say thank you to Spectrum for reviewing so often, and yes I do read the manga. This chapter is dedicated to you for being such a fantastic reviewer.
I'm merely a poor high school who only owns her mind . . . and well occasionally not even that.
Noir: She isn't kidding
Briar: Pouts. . .
The time of youth and naivety is short and unadorned for most. The horrors of life are not yet present in each day.
Have you ever looked at a top?
Truly looked? And in doing so, thus studied the equal complexity and simple beauty of a top.
Or did you merely perceive it as naught but a simple child's toy?
A child may see the hidden truth behind the top and realize that it hides the mystery of life. A young boy may know its meaning and keep it for all the truth it holds.
The top is a mastery of engineering. It is able to spin and turn for a lengthy period of time balancing upon a single point.
This is the way of life as well. In the beginning children rely on their parents for everything and nothing at all.
Nothing is the true sustenance of living. Nothing is all the emotions and feelings that separate man from beast. Or youkai from mindless brute.
Parents form a pillar for their children, much like the base of a spinning top. It is a pinnacle in life when nearly everything is taken care of for a child.
I have seen the base of a child break and fall away.
First the mother falls ill and dies before the child's eyes. This is the first blow which cracks the support.
Then due to an unforeseen tragedy, his father follows his beloved wife to a world beyond. The child is left alone.
I can still recall the feel of his tears as they were streaming down his face and raining down upon me. Water rolled down my curves and precipices. His pain reverberated through the shakes in his hands and shoulders, bold and fresh.
He clutched to me like a lifeline, holding fervently to last remaining piece of his broken home. All memories placed in a toy crafted by a father's loving hand. Nothing left in a tender heart but despair and a lust for revenge.
The revenge; it nearly cost him his life, as well as the lives of those who would become dear to him. His saviors became a surrogate family to him, but the anguish forever remains in his heart.
The pain of a wound that cannot heal, no matter what illusion is cast.