Finally! The Long Awaited, Part One of the Conclusion! Its extra long, just for all you fans patient enough to wait for this! This section is sugary sweet, so keep a toothbrush handy!
Thank You for all the reviews and diligent fandom of my fics! I Love ya all! Oh, I never really aged Jade and Sey did I? Well, They're fifteen in this, still young and sweet, but old enough to undersand complex things, like insanity LOL, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own JCA, However, appearing in part 2 Aku and Lu (Yes, he's here, more prominently than ever, little goat muncher ((~_*))) are mine, have fun in here and keep your wings, talons, hands, arms AND tails inside the fic until it has come to its conclusion, Thanks!
Disclaimer 2: Chibi Hime is not responsible for loss of sanity during the readings of her fics, just ask Aku.
Finale-Part 1: For You, It Was Worth It
The full moon, round and luminiscent hung in the perfect center of the small window in the attic
above Uncle's Rare Finds. Beneath the window, back against the wall, knees drawn up to his
chest, was a young boy. He seemed perfectly ordinary, baggy green sweatshirt and oversized
cargo pants, feet covered in bizarre moose slippers, not to mention his rather boyish face. He
shuddered suddenly, giving his large, breathtaking chocolate colored eyes several blinks before
returning to his train of thought which had been suddenly interrupted.
Six Months. It had been six months since the cursed, yet adorable misfit teenager, Seymour
had come to live with the Chans in San Francisco. Six months since he had moved into the
upstairs attic, since Jade began to teach him how to use a computer, to order movies from the
iControl pay per view station, to learn the concept of "fandom", to laugh.........To Laugh..that was
his favorite thing. He hadn't laughed in decades, literally. SHE made him laugh, made him alive
again. Laughter is said to be the voice of the soul, his laughter had stopped ages ago, it died the
very instant his mother had pushed him away. His laughter had faded like a photograph that had
been left in the window of a shop for too long. Faded away until there was finally.......nothing. His
soul had died, it lay in slumber for centuries, whenever it had attempted to emerge, it was
countered by pain, fear, and self loathing that sent it scurrying back into the depths from
whence it came. Solitude had become his only solace. When you were alone, there was no one to
hate you. No one to hurt you, betray you or abandon you. Plainly, there was only you, but being
alone will also slowly consume your soul until there is nothing but a hollow shell where there was
once a vibrant, meaningful being. But Seymour knew that he had no need to fear that anymore.
He didn't have to hide anymore, well, maybe once a month, but still, that really wasn't so bad. He
had not realized how close he had become to losing himself in the depths of a temple forgotten by
time. But ever since that girl came, that indescribable one named Jade, he found himself wanting
to live...to live for himself, so that he could be with her. It didn't matter if he stayed the way he
was, as long as he was able to coexist with this nearly divine creature, he would be content. He
cast his warm eyes upward, letting the pale light of the moon illuminate his innocent face, the orb
had an almost hypnotic effect on him. A slight smile crossed his features as his mind traveled
back to that fateful night when Jade had crossed his path for the first time. Despite his initial
shame and pain, it wa sworth it, a thousand times over it was worth it. Life here was a blessing,
for the first time in centuries, he had been interacting with others in a way which was neither
accidental nor unfortunate. He found himself enjoying life, once he had even journeyed outside to
walk the streets, where he found himself meeting other people that were his age...so to speak.
Of course, that was Halloween and while not everyday could be as such, one must count their
blessings, which Seymour had lost count of. In the corner of his mind, he noticed an odd, pins and
needles feeling in his hand, but he dismissed it without a second thought and it vanished.
He was brought out of his reverie by a slight rapping upon the door of the attic. Somewhat put
off by this odd event, he raised a rather thick eyebrow in suspicion.
"Hey.....Its just me. Can I.uhhh.talk to you?"
Jade. Despite the muffling effect the ridiculously thick door had on her deep, yet angelic voice, it
was unmistakably hers. Seymour was somewhat put off by this request. What on earth could
she possibly want tonight that couldn't wait until tomorrow? He knew that she was aware of the
reprecussions here very entance into the room would have upon him. Dismissing the
self-centered thought, Seymour swallowed and spoke in a rather quavering voice:
"Of course, Jade, you can always talk to me,"
For an unexpilcable reason, his face flushed a brilliant crimson.
The door of the attic screeched in protest as youthful hands pushed it open. Seymour tensed,
eyes closed, waiting once again for mind shredding agony, which to his delight, but oddly not to his
surprise, never came. After a few seconds, he opened one of his eyes to see Jade standing in
the doorway, but her almond shaped eyes were covered by a garish sleep mask. Two exaggerated
cartoon eyes stared back at him, printed over them were the words "I'll See You.....In My
Dreams". A smile broke out across her features, in turn, seeming to light up the small, dark
room.
"Hey, Sey! What do you think? Pretty cool, eh? I'm proud of myself for this little, totally genius
idea! Now you and I can talk face to face during your time of the month. Oh! Man! That did not
come out the way I intended it! I'm sorry, man, I'm such a dork!"
"It's alright. I don't find you to be a dork, a little unthinking perhaps, but your compulsiveness is
what makes you interesting. That's why I like you," Seymour said, desperately hoping to ammend
the situation.
"You...like me?"
Now Jade blushed.
"Of course, You're the best friend I ever had!" he added enthusiastically.
"Oh, really? Thanks! No one ever said that about me before," she commented, blushing some
more.
"You are quite possibly the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire existence.
You are special Jade, to me, to your uncles. I wonder why so few others refuse to see it,"
"I'm not special, Seymour,"
"Is it impossible for you to see how unique you are?" he asked unbelievingly.
"Stop it, you'll make me blush,"
"A little late for that, Hmmm?" he noted with a twist of cynicism.
"Knock it off you big goof!" she laughingly threatened.
"Alright fine, be that way," he snorted in mock frustration.
Jade laughed aloud, a full, heartfelt laugh which one only releases in the presence of a true and
trusted friend. Seymour began to laugh as well, his masculine, bronze voice echoing in the small
room. After a few moments and a broom handle banging into the ceiling beneath them, followed
by an inaudible threat from a disturbed Uncle. Seymour gave a final chuckle, he'd never realized
how much he had missed laughter, he seemed to have an unconscious desire to make up for lost
time by reaping the full effects of this unusual behavior. He faile dto realize he had laughed
himself to tears, over what, he found himself unable to recall. He sniffed and looked at Jade, who
appeared suddenly somber.
"Jade? Is something bothering you?"
"How did you guess?" she asked rather dully.
"Just lucky,"
"You said you weren't,"
"What?"
"When we first met, you said you weren't lucky,"
"Well, I have since changed my mind, Ms. Chan,"
"I'm glad you're happy here,"
"So am I,but, you are avoiding the issue,"
"Alright, Prom is next week,"
"And? There is a problem with this?"
"Well, I didn't really want to go,"
"Why in Heaven would you not want to go?"
"Its not my thing, Sey,"
"But its important, Jade! You'll regret not knowing what could have been. Think of the memories
you could make. I'd go in an instant if I were ever given the option. I can't go, Jade. I can't go
anywhere and here, you, someone who has the option, refuses to take such a wonderful
opportunity to do something out of the ordinary and just..just be you in front of everyone,"
"Easy for you to say, Sey, You don't have to parade around in a dress. I don't do dresses,"
"Its a special occasion, make due,"
"You sound like my mother,"
"I'm sure you're quite ravishing in this century's evening wear,"
"I don't want to,"
"I don't believe that,"
"Sey! You're supposed to be my friend!"
"I am, I just know for a fact that deep inside of all people, there's part of us that wants to be
beautiful. Whether for ourselves or someone else, there's something there, we want people to
see who we are,"
"Do you have that desire, Sey?"
"Yes," he said truthfully.
"Do you honestly think that you'll ever get to?"
"I....I don't know. I hope to God that it will," Seymour felt his throat become tight, he had to
struggle to force out the last part of the comment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound cruel, Sey. I just am so unsure of myself its not even funny and I
don't know what to do anymore,"
"That's called adolescense. I should know, I've been stuck in it for a few centuries,"
"What a drag,"
"Not really,"
"In what way?"
"I got to meet you. For that, every ounce of pain I went through was worth it, just to know you,"
"Do you actually mean that?"
"Of course,"
"Sey....."
"Hmmm?"
"Thank You,"
"You, my dear friend, are quite welcome,"
Seymour gasped in surprise as she leaned against him, her warm body created an exploson of
warmth up his entire side. She wrapped an arm around him in an unmistakable hug.
"No, seriously, Thank You. No one..No one's ever talked to me the way you do. I really am glad I
me tou, you've changed my life. Will you be my friend forever?"
"Why must you ask questions to which the answer must be obvious?"
"You're so wonderful. How did I get so lucky? You'e the best friend ever!" she hugged him
tighter.
"Just lucky," he said.
The two sat there, embracing one another until eventually, they fell into a blissful sleep while
leaning on each other for mutual support. Smiles graced the two youths faces as the moon
traveled across the sky and eventually began to dip over the horizon.
End Part One of a Three Part Conclusion!
Stay Tuned for whatever became of Aku-Sama! Oh, and what happens when sunrise comes and its time for Seymour to go back to "normal"?
Note: My Muse is back! That means the update will be waaaaay faster! Keep your eyes on this fic!
And Lu is in love with someone? What's going on?
Thank You for all the reviews and diligent fandom of my fics! I Love ya all! Oh, I never really aged Jade and Sey did I? Well, They're fifteen in this, still young and sweet, but old enough to undersand complex things, like insanity LOL, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own JCA, However, appearing in part 2 Aku and Lu (Yes, he's here, more prominently than ever, little goat muncher ((~_*))) are mine, have fun in here and keep your wings, talons, hands, arms AND tails inside the fic until it has come to its conclusion, Thanks!
Disclaimer 2: Chibi Hime is not responsible for loss of sanity during the readings of her fics, just ask Aku.
Finale-Part 1: For You, It Was Worth It
The full moon, round and luminiscent hung in the perfect center of the small window in the attic
above Uncle's Rare Finds. Beneath the window, back against the wall, knees drawn up to his
chest, was a young boy. He seemed perfectly ordinary, baggy green sweatshirt and oversized
cargo pants, feet covered in bizarre moose slippers, not to mention his rather boyish face. He
shuddered suddenly, giving his large, breathtaking chocolate colored eyes several blinks before
returning to his train of thought which had been suddenly interrupted.
Six Months. It had been six months since the cursed, yet adorable misfit teenager, Seymour
had come to live with the Chans in San Francisco. Six months since he had moved into the
upstairs attic, since Jade began to teach him how to use a computer, to order movies from the
iControl pay per view station, to learn the concept of "fandom", to laugh.........To Laugh..that was
his favorite thing. He hadn't laughed in decades, literally. SHE made him laugh, made him alive
again. Laughter is said to be the voice of the soul, his laughter had stopped ages ago, it died the
very instant his mother had pushed him away. His laughter had faded like a photograph that had
been left in the window of a shop for too long. Faded away until there was finally.......nothing. His
soul had died, it lay in slumber for centuries, whenever it had attempted to emerge, it was
countered by pain, fear, and self loathing that sent it scurrying back into the depths from
whence it came. Solitude had become his only solace. When you were alone, there was no one to
hate you. No one to hurt you, betray you or abandon you. Plainly, there was only you, but being
alone will also slowly consume your soul until there is nothing but a hollow shell where there was
once a vibrant, meaningful being. But Seymour knew that he had no need to fear that anymore.
He didn't have to hide anymore, well, maybe once a month, but still, that really wasn't so bad. He
had not realized how close he had become to losing himself in the depths of a temple forgotten by
time. But ever since that girl came, that indescribable one named Jade, he found himself wanting
to live...to live for himself, so that he could be with her. It didn't matter if he stayed the way he
was, as long as he was able to coexist with this nearly divine creature, he would be content. He
cast his warm eyes upward, letting the pale light of the moon illuminate his innocent face, the orb
had an almost hypnotic effect on him. A slight smile crossed his features as his mind traveled
back to that fateful night when Jade had crossed his path for the first time. Despite his initial
shame and pain, it wa sworth it, a thousand times over it was worth it. Life here was a blessing,
for the first time in centuries, he had been interacting with others in a way which was neither
accidental nor unfortunate. He found himself enjoying life, once he had even journeyed outside to
walk the streets, where he found himself meeting other people that were his age...so to speak.
Of course, that was Halloween and while not everyday could be as such, one must count their
blessings, which Seymour had lost count of. In the corner of his mind, he noticed an odd, pins and
needles feeling in his hand, but he dismissed it without a second thought and it vanished.
He was brought out of his reverie by a slight rapping upon the door of the attic. Somewhat put
off by this odd event, he raised a rather thick eyebrow in suspicion.
"Hey.....Its just me. Can I.uhhh.talk to you?"
Jade. Despite the muffling effect the ridiculously thick door had on her deep, yet angelic voice, it
was unmistakably hers. Seymour was somewhat put off by this request. What on earth could
she possibly want tonight that couldn't wait until tomorrow? He knew that she was aware of the
reprecussions here very entance into the room would have upon him. Dismissing the
self-centered thought, Seymour swallowed and spoke in a rather quavering voice:
"Of course, Jade, you can always talk to me,"
For an unexpilcable reason, his face flushed a brilliant crimson.
The door of the attic screeched in protest as youthful hands pushed it open. Seymour tensed,
eyes closed, waiting once again for mind shredding agony, which to his delight, but oddly not to his
surprise, never came. After a few seconds, he opened one of his eyes to see Jade standing in
the doorway, but her almond shaped eyes were covered by a garish sleep mask. Two exaggerated
cartoon eyes stared back at him, printed over them were the words "I'll See You.....In My
Dreams". A smile broke out across her features, in turn, seeming to light up the small, dark
room.
"Hey, Sey! What do you think? Pretty cool, eh? I'm proud of myself for this little, totally genius
idea! Now you and I can talk face to face during your time of the month. Oh! Man! That did not
come out the way I intended it! I'm sorry, man, I'm such a dork!"
"It's alright. I don't find you to be a dork, a little unthinking perhaps, but your compulsiveness is
what makes you interesting. That's why I like you," Seymour said, desperately hoping to ammend
the situation.
"You...like me?"
Now Jade blushed.
"Of course, You're the best friend I ever had!" he added enthusiastically.
"Oh, really? Thanks! No one ever said that about me before," she commented, blushing some
more.
"You are quite possibly the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire existence.
You are special Jade, to me, to your uncles. I wonder why so few others refuse to see it,"
"I'm not special, Seymour,"
"Is it impossible for you to see how unique you are?" he asked unbelievingly.
"Stop it, you'll make me blush,"
"A little late for that, Hmmm?" he noted with a twist of cynicism.
"Knock it off you big goof!" she laughingly threatened.
"Alright fine, be that way," he snorted in mock frustration.
Jade laughed aloud, a full, heartfelt laugh which one only releases in the presence of a true and
trusted friend. Seymour began to laugh as well, his masculine, bronze voice echoing in the small
room. After a few moments and a broom handle banging into the ceiling beneath them, followed
by an inaudible threat from a disturbed Uncle. Seymour gave a final chuckle, he'd never realized
how much he had missed laughter, he seemed to have an unconscious desire to make up for lost
time by reaping the full effects of this unusual behavior. He faile dto realize he had laughed
himself to tears, over what, he found himself unable to recall. He sniffed and looked at Jade, who
appeared suddenly somber.
"Jade? Is something bothering you?"
"How did you guess?" she asked rather dully.
"Just lucky,"
"You said you weren't,"
"What?"
"When we first met, you said you weren't lucky,"
"Well, I have since changed my mind, Ms. Chan,"
"I'm glad you're happy here,"
"So am I,but, you are avoiding the issue,"
"Alright, Prom is next week,"
"And? There is a problem with this?"
"Well, I didn't really want to go,"
"Why in Heaven would you not want to go?"
"Its not my thing, Sey,"
"But its important, Jade! You'll regret not knowing what could have been. Think of the memories
you could make. I'd go in an instant if I were ever given the option. I can't go, Jade. I can't go
anywhere and here, you, someone who has the option, refuses to take such a wonderful
opportunity to do something out of the ordinary and just..just be you in front of everyone,"
"Easy for you to say, Sey, You don't have to parade around in a dress. I don't do dresses,"
"Its a special occasion, make due,"
"You sound like my mother,"
"I'm sure you're quite ravishing in this century's evening wear,"
"I don't want to,"
"I don't believe that,"
"Sey! You're supposed to be my friend!"
"I am, I just know for a fact that deep inside of all people, there's part of us that wants to be
beautiful. Whether for ourselves or someone else, there's something there, we want people to
see who we are,"
"Do you have that desire, Sey?"
"Yes," he said truthfully.
"Do you honestly think that you'll ever get to?"
"I....I don't know. I hope to God that it will," Seymour felt his throat become tight, he had to
struggle to force out the last part of the comment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound cruel, Sey. I just am so unsure of myself its not even funny and I
don't know what to do anymore,"
"That's called adolescense. I should know, I've been stuck in it for a few centuries,"
"What a drag,"
"Not really,"
"In what way?"
"I got to meet you. For that, every ounce of pain I went through was worth it, just to know you,"
"Do you actually mean that?"
"Of course,"
"Sey....."
"Hmmm?"
"Thank You,"
"You, my dear friend, are quite welcome,"
Seymour gasped in surprise as she leaned against him, her warm body created an exploson of
warmth up his entire side. She wrapped an arm around him in an unmistakable hug.
"No, seriously, Thank You. No one..No one's ever talked to me the way you do. I really am glad I
me tou, you've changed my life. Will you be my friend forever?"
"Why must you ask questions to which the answer must be obvious?"
"You're so wonderful. How did I get so lucky? You'e the best friend ever!" she hugged him
tighter.
"Just lucky," he said.
The two sat there, embracing one another until eventually, they fell into a blissful sleep while
leaning on each other for mutual support. Smiles graced the two youths faces as the moon
traveled across the sky and eventually began to dip over the horizon.
End Part One of a Three Part Conclusion!
Stay Tuned for whatever became of Aku-Sama! Oh, and what happens when sunrise comes and its time for Seymour to go back to "normal"?
Note: My Muse is back! That means the update will be waaaaay faster! Keep your eyes on this fic!
And Lu is in love with someone? What's going on?
