A/N: Eeps, what fun. Yep. Funfunfunfunfunfunfun.feeling cynical today.
By the way, I forgot to mention that I am open for any type of review, even
flames, although I will laugh at your immaturity and overall loser factor.
On a note about the change of point of view in the first chapter (from third to first to third again), I am consulting people more learned than I in the laws of prose about this. I really could not write that little bit in third person, because I didn't want it to seem like the readers were standing off to the side watching him act and think in the dream. It was really a lucid dream, and I wanted the reader to experience it as if we were him. When I looked at the way the text appeared on the actual site, I saw the space between the POV change wasn't as pronounced as I thought it was. Damn webpage.. Blah blah, getting all goofy on you people.scus(.
Disclaimer: Do. Not. Ask. Me. If you need to ask, go away please. Hmmm, I must come up with something clever like this every chapter (this is sarcasm, by the way).
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Kino shut the steer door of the infirmary as nonchalantly as possible. If she slammed it then he would know it had taken all of her courage and recklessness to embrace him like that. Close it too quietly and he would think that she did stuff like that all the time.
"Cripes, I'm over analyzing everything again," she muttered. "And now I'm talking to myself." Conversing with oneself or unseen beings was one of the warning signs that someone was going to have a nervous breakdown. It happened often enough in the military that complete lists of the symptoms were posted on nearly every room. She allowed herself to sigh and slide down the wall, knowing it couldn't be heard in there.
It was annoying; the infirmary was just far enough away from her haunts to make her late for every job she had afterwards, even if she had just poked her head inside for a minute to see if he was awake. "I must be turning into a stalker," she thought. "Oh well." She checked her watch, and concluded that she wouldn't eat dinner today. Like yesterday: it was too late. What she wasn't sure of was whether Tsuji's curry was worth seeing Hayami alright and surprisingly talkative without that detrimental spin he liked to put on everything.
She allowed herself to close her eyes and rest for a moment. Hopefully, she wasn't forgetting about some job she still had to do, that is, besides the ones she actually remembered presently. Everyone was being overworked, yet she wasn't dealing with it well because she had someone to worry about. The other crewmembers were happy as clams-why shouldn't they be? The world will stay its same polluted self, just not overpopulated anymore.
That was cynical of me, she thought. Why should I be bitter? Well, I suppose there are lots of reasons..
Suddenly, it occurred to her that the Captain might want to know that Hayami was awake. She looked at her chunky rubber watch again. There was still maintenance she had left to do in the hanger, but his office was on her way. She would rather have avoided Captain Iga altogether, as he was still pretty miffed at her. Yet, this could just be part of her lousy campaign to redeem herself. Kino wouldn't lower herself to brown-nosing (not that anyone would, it was embarrassing for both the noser and the nose(); she was simply slightly more helpful than usual.
"Why should he be upset? I'm so overworked, small wonder I lost my concentration," she grumbled while she made her way through the dim corridors of the sub. All too soon, the Captain's office door came up on her right. She stared at it for a few seconds, reasoning that maybe the medic had already told him. Then, she heaved a sigh and knocked on the door.
She thought she heard an affirmative noise from within, so she cautiously inched the door open.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Yes, what is it?" Iga said from his desk.
She opened the door all the way, but did not intrude. "Uh, I just thought you should know Hayami's awake."
He kept scribbling on his paper. Inwardly he smiled a little: Kino would be the first to know if Hayami had woken up. "That's good."
"Um, all right, then," she said, thinking her job was done. Before she could move the door an inch he spoke again.
"I trust that now we won't have any more accidents like yesterday, then?"
She winced. "The Grampus was only grazed on one wing, and I've nearly finished-"
"Are you saying it will happen again?"
"I-no, sir."
She opened and closed her fists. He finally looked up from his desk. "Thank you, that will be all."
She nodded curtly, then shut the door, perhaps a little more forcefully than was necessary. "How many times do I have to apologize before he gives it up?" she seethed. "Stupid git. Cyah.." It was interesting how different the real world was from school. The Naval Academy didn't sugarcoat it for anyone, but the teachers still made it seem like commanding officers were so admirable because they were good enough to be in that position. Yet skills and intelligence didn't necessarily pair with tact and courtesy. Hayami was one, if not the best, example.
"He did it again!" she thought. That bastard was always weaseling his way into her thoughts. It was just an infatuation.wasn't it? She couldn't tell anymore. All she knew was that she didn't like sleeping anymore. It took up too much time; time that was best spent repairing any damage done by her lack of focus. And that wasn't her fault: Hayami wouldn't stay out of her head and she wasn't getting enough sleep as it was...
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A/N: You know, methinks I slipped some British slang in there....ah well, Monty Python will do that to ya...
On a note about the change of point of view in the first chapter (from third to first to third again), I am consulting people more learned than I in the laws of prose about this. I really could not write that little bit in third person, because I didn't want it to seem like the readers were standing off to the side watching him act and think in the dream. It was really a lucid dream, and I wanted the reader to experience it as if we were him. When I looked at the way the text appeared on the actual site, I saw the space between the POV change wasn't as pronounced as I thought it was. Damn webpage.. Blah blah, getting all goofy on you people.scus(.
Disclaimer: Do. Not. Ask. Me. If you need to ask, go away please. Hmmm, I must come up with something clever like this every chapter (this is sarcasm, by the way).
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Kino shut the steer door of the infirmary as nonchalantly as possible. If she slammed it then he would know it had taken all of her courage and recklessness to embrace him like that. Close it too quietly and he would think that she did stuff like that all the time.
"Cripes, I'm over analyzing everything again," she muttered. "And now I'm talking to myself." Conversing with oneself or unseen beings was one of the warning signs that someone was going to have a nervous breakdown. It happened often enough in the military that complete lists of the symptoms were posted on nearly every room. She allowed herself to sigh and slide down the wall, knowing it couldn't be heard in there.
It was annoying; the infirmary was just far enough away from her haunts to make her late for every job she had afterwards, even if she had just poked her head inside for a minute to see if he was awake. "I must be turning into a stalker," she thought. "Oh well." She checked her watch, and concluded that she wouldn't eat dinner today. Like yesterday: it was too late. What she wasn't sure of was whether Tsuji's curry was worth seeing Hayami alright and surprisingly talkative without that detrimental spin he liked to put on everything.
She allowed herself to close her eyes and rest for a moment. Hopefully, she wasn't forgetting about some job she still had to do, that is, besides the ones she actually remembered presently. Everyone was being overworked, yet she wasn't dealing with it well because she had someone to worry about. The other crewmembers were happy as clams-why shouldn't they be? The world will stay its same polluted self, just not overpopulated anymore.
That was cynical of me, she thought. Why should I be bitter? Well, I suppose there are lots of reasons..
Suddenly, it occurred to her that the Captain might want to know that Hayami was awake. She looked at her chunky rubber watch again. There was still maintenance she had left to do in the hanger, but his office was on her way. She would rather have avoided Captain Iga altogether, as he was still pretty miffed at her. Yet, this could just be part of her lousy campaign to redeem herself. Kino wouldn't lower herself to brown-nosing (not that anyone would, it was embarrassing for both the noser and the nose(); she was simply slightly more helpful than usual.
"Why should he be upset? I'm so overworked, small wonder I lost my concentration," she grumbled while she made her way through the dim corridors of the sub. All too soon, the Captain's office door came up on her right. She stared at it for a few seconds, reasoning that maybe the medic had already told him. Then, she heaved a sigh and knocked on the door.
She thought she heard an affirmative noise from within, so she cautiously inched the door open.
"Sir?" she asked.
"Yes, what is it?" Iga said from his desk.
She opened the door all the way, but did not intrude. "Uh, I just thought you should know Hayami's awake."
He kept scribbling on his paper. Inwardly he smiled a little: Kino would be the first to know if Hayami had woken up. "That's good."
"Um, all right, then," she said, thinking her job was done. Before she could move the door an inch he spoke again.
"I trust that now we won't have any more accidents like yesterday, then?"
She winced. "The Grampus was only grazed on one wing, and I've nearly finished-"
"Are you saying it will happen again?"
"I-no, sir."
She opened and closed her fists. He finally looked up from his desk. "Thank you, that will be all."
She nodded curtly, then shut the door, perhaps a little more forcefully than was necessary. "How many times do I have to apologize before he gives it up?" she seethed. "Stupid git. Cyah.." It was interesting how different the real world was from school. The Naval Academy didn't sugarcoat it for anyone, but the teachers still made it seem like commanding officers were so admirable because they were good enough to be in that position. Yet skills and intelligence didn't necessarily pair with tact and courtesy. Hayami was one, if not the best, example.
"He did it again!" she thought. That bastard was always weaseling his way into her thoughts. It was just an infatuation.wasn't it? She couldn't tell anymore. All she knew was that she didn't like sleeping anymore. It took up too much time; time that was best spent repairing any damage done by her lack of focus. And that wasn't her fault: Hayami wouldn't stay out of her head and she wasn't getting enough sleep as it was...
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A/N: You know, methinks I slipped some British slang in there....ah well, Monty Python will do that to ya...