Hey, guys. 'tis me again. I know I haven't been updating lately, but I've lost inspiration for a lot of my stories, mainly because I haven't had anyone to help me with getting the inspiration. It's a very hard task to throw bricks at your own head, ya' know! OH, btw, I'm finally playing FFX thanks to Xena who let me borrow it! I also have FF7 now, so don't be suprised if I suddenly pop up a story for that one.. I saw Advent Children a while ago, and it was GODLY AWESOME! Anyhow, this is basically something I wrote through the eyes of a new RP character I've created. Have fun! REVIEW, CURSE YEW!
Diary of a Madman's Son
11/13
Well, Mother, in all her crazy psychotic splendor, bought me a journal for my seventh birthday, a.k.a. today. I really was not excited about it, and I am still not, but Father has challenged me to record the happenings of the day for a month, and then if I don't like it by then, I don't have to do it.
That is one of the many things I love about my parents- they always allow me to do whatever I want, though sometimes it's usually because of a bargain we've made, a trade, or some such.
Something I do hate about them, though… they are way too perfect for each other! I mean, come on! Other parents fight over SOMETHING now and then, but with these two, there's hardly ANYTHING they differ in views with! Except religion… I think that is about the only thing they cannot seem to have a friendly discussion about.
Come to think of it, that's the only time they ever do anything anyone can classify as "fighting," and it's only when they talk about the Teachings. Father's one of the Maesters of Yevon and Mother… well… she might as well be Al-Bhed. She literally HATES the religion of which the man she married practically rules over. I have yet to figure out why she detests it, but then again, she knows more about it than I do, and surprisingly enough, she knows more than Father, which he himself has admitted.
When I asked him about it, he told me, "When I was studying to take my father's place as Maester, I often grew weary of the endless texts and teachings and lessons and everything, and as encouragement, your mother started studying with me, saying that if she did, I would have to. She found a bunch of stuff she didn't understand, so every time she saw Father or another Maester, or even a Summoner, she would take them aside and sit down with them, endlessly asking questions and demanding explanations so she's acquired a more in-depth understanding."
It's odd, though. They never talk about religion with in the presence of each other unless I ask a question about it at the dinner table, which I usually don't do; the results are always Mother running to their room and locking Father out, who never goes that direction anyhow, but the opposite direction and either ends up at the Temple, or just wandering around outside. I hate it when it happens. Not only does it scare me to see Mother cry, and Father raise his hand to strike her, only to be stopped by his overwhelming love for the woman, but also my pleading, but it also leaves me in the care of frail ole' Jyscal. That man drives me insane! The only use I personally have for him is that he gets me things I can't reach at night, when I'm too scared to ask Mother or Father for- odd noises sometimes come from their door after I go to bed, especially after a fight. Different noises arise after they have a date, but they are still as scary as the first.
Mother just came in and blew out my candle. That's her way of telling me to go to bed. I think I will do just that.
'Till next time…
-Reiko Guado
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