Disclaimer- Once upon a time, there was a man named Togashi Yoshihiro, who was brilliant and came up with YYH. He then fled to America, got a gender change and a penname on FF... not.
AN- On the 11th of October, 2004, I submitted my 1,000th review. I just think that's really cool and that I'm probably insanely unique as someone who reviews everything she reads. Heh.
I just found out that "karasu" means "to kill a plant". NOBODY TOLD ME THIS! WHY NOT?!
The quote, by the way, is out of the ninth volume of Ayashi no Ceres, where Aya (the main character) withdraws into herself because she can't handle reality.
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koko... nante shizuka na n daro
nan no oto mo shinai
nanimo mienai
zutto kou shiteyou...
daremo to mo kakawarazu ni irareru
mou daremo kizukezu ni...
kizukazu ni...sumu----
this place... is so quiet...
there's no sound
I can't see anything
I'll stay like this forever...
without associating with anyone else
I can live... without hurting anyone ever again...
without being hurt by anyone ever again---
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The first thing that struck Hiei about the apartment was that it was deathly silent. The lights were undeniably bright, but there was no sound of bottles smashing, no muffled cursing. There were perhaps two possible interpretations of this situation. Either his father was asleep, which would have been very good, or he was not asleep, which would have been very bad, as that probably meant he was too drunk to bother throwing things when there was a living punching bag on the way.
In a rather uncharacteristic gesture, Hiei crossed his fingers and glided to the door.
A footstep sounded, and that was when he knew he was screwed.
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When he thought about it, which he didn't do that often, he supposed that being beaten on an almost daily basis had never seemed strange. It didn't even hurt, not like it really should have. It was just something that happened to him, another part of his life. It was to him as being praised was to Shuuichi- meaningless, something during which you daydream. After a while, it all becomes rather monotonous, and you start to think everyone's like that. On a subconscious level, Hiei believed that all parents beat their children, and Shuuichi believed that everyone was gifted enough to succeed.
It's all a matter of perception, but perception can bring about tragic results.
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Maybe they should have wondered, the people in neighboring apartments. Why they almost never saw Hiei. Why they never heard him... why he was the only child anyone of them knew who "got into fights". If they had even taken a moment to consider, it may have seemed obvious- the alcohol, the sullen attitudes of father and son, the occasional yelling, and the bloody clothes that sometimes found their way out.
Whenever his father raised his hand, Hiei would huddle down immediately and refuse to move, scream, whimper, beg, or react at all until it was over. There was no need, after all. Nobody would have helped him. His father would not have been moved, having long ago given up any illusion of beating him for anything he in particular had done. This meant, to his detached mind, that he was not the one being abused and therefore it was all right not to pay attention. All the yelling, the screaming, the cursing... it was just static in the background.
He had yet to realize it, but meeting Shuuichi and his mother had changed him dramatically. Having never had real friends, he had had no idea that a parent could actually be nice to a child. His carefully crafted world, where beatings were normal, was teetering dangerously on edge.
When people say that everyone should want better, they either don't really mean it or they're idealists. Discontent can only be found among selective numbers of people, lest society collapse. If we were to all be on top, who would ensure that we had someone to be on top of?
Choosing not to be a sacrifice is hardly conducive to society itself- or the newly liberated victim.
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"Hieisan," Shuuichi called, gesturing for the shorter teen to walk closer to his desk.
"Don't be so familiar," he ordered sullenly, but he started moving, albeit rather jerkily.
Shuuichi noted the movements with vague interest. "Is something wrong? You look really tired. You've got huge bags under your eyes." He reached out toward what looked like a splash of red paint on Hiei's neck, and nearly fell over with shock as crimson eyes flashed dangerously, their owner jerking back suddenly.
"Don't touch me."
"Gomen...
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Ehehe... Sorry about the abruptness and the shortness, but I have an excuse, I swear! It goes something like this: I was scheduled to update on Wednesday, October 20. On Sunday I decided that I was going to quit writing for a little while. So I did... until Wednesday, when I said, gee, I don't care if fanfiction is ruining my life. At which point I started to work some more, but then on THURSDAY, my life was turned upside down by the arrival of an exchange student of sorts. So I tried really hard, but this is all that comes up. Suman ne... next time I'll try to write more.... Good lord I'm lame.
