Rebirth
Hello again! So, I decided to pull an all-nighter and not sleep all night since I always got mad at myself for falling asleep until even after noon (since, for some reason, im not in school still! difficulties with persuading my stingy old principle since I didn't keep her bet and she's taking it personally.) so, I did quite well until about 8:00am when I "rested my eyes" -so to speak- and actually ended up sleeping! (go figure) and now its 11:15am, and I am writing this.
On other news, I've watched a very... intresting anime. You probably dont know about it, but its by Miyazaki and is called Pom Poko. The whole story revolves around raccoons (who can shape shift) at will, but only some, others cant... anywho, they all live in Tokyo but then it begans getting constructed on and they obviously dont like that. They begin with a plan of action by using their transforming skills to run the humans off the road- then act like the construction site is haunted. It doesn't exactly "work" like they had planned so then send two off to look for the elders (and look, at this time a lot of seasons passed- and get this- ...they couldn't mate, lol) who, in my personal opinion, are my favorite characters when they act like humans! lmao, so, anywho you need to check this out because its funny and... happyAND by Miyazaki... and they take great pride in their testies... its true! they have a song... how did it go? Raccoons balls swing left, balls swing right?
(anyways, I sang along since by that time of night it was insanity that compelled me...)
Plus, dudes, you have to see what the old dude does! IT. IS. AMAZING. DAHUUUUDE!
Seriously, would YOU sit on a raccoons testie?
Also, I've made a C2 called Rebirth Original Characters, which you guys can make any sort of fics about any pairing and whatever you choose... hopefully I did it right, anyways, and it actually shows up in the C2's.
Hope you all have fun with that.
ANYWHO, its time to take an in-depth look into the mind of INSANITY!
Tee-hee, I know, im excited too!
Artist: Yaida Hitomi
Title: Innocence
counting the times as I walk, going forward in terror
the wind blowing on me is strong.
I'm looking for something in the world ahead of me.
but I can't find it, so I come to a stop.
beyond that sky continuing far into the distance, people who pity war.
the children who are sad day in and day out.
everyday changes the color of its face, tilting its head laughing
holding its little worries.
no matter how I decieve myself, no matter how much I doubt,
there's nothing reflected there.
What I'm really looking for is a wish that's not just a lie,
and an unfathomable feeling.
"you need never change" "just be yourself"
this wish for peace of mind, right next to me.
If the warmth you gave me is still here with me,
I'll believe here and now that it has the power to change to kindness.
We'll be able to reborn.
once the sadness shoots through our hearts,
the direction of the wind will change.
When we feel the warmth pushing at our backs gently
I wonder if we can be stronger?
Our dreams are limitless.
No matter how I put up fronts, no matter how I struggle
The power I have now doesn't cut it,
The mirror which reflects my heart is you in front of me,
if you understand this now, we can make it.
We knock on this door called tomorrow which shakes me all too familiarly.
and then we get confused again, and surely we take to walking again.
if we start to lose our kindness, and hurt others,
we must try to remember the innocence in our hearts,
and the dreams we had as children,
then surely our passion will return to us
Ch.16- Master
As a young boy I would often dream about what lay beyond the stars. Beyond the millions and billions of lights before me and that even lay hidden behind those as well. Layers upon layers of glowing orbs. What were they made of? where had they come from? where haveWE come from? the meaning of life, a question that has puzzeled me to this very day.
As a farmers son, I had no clue and had no outlets. All I could ever hope for were the dreams of growing the most crops, marry the most plain woman, have the most successful children... and for what? to gain nothing at all different from the life of endless work only to die of old age in the arms of my aging lover...
It was only ten years into my life when I had asked this question...
"What is the meaning of life...?" a small boy whispered, his thick hair growing almost past his ears and down his neck. His eyes glowed against yet another night with no moon out.
"No one could possibly answer that, just forget it." a feminine voice said from behind.
"Dante!" I spat, "Quit creeping up behind me." I mumbled, turning to look down back to the land undearneath the stars. Plains with fields and houses. Thats all he saw his whole life.
"When am I ever gonna get out of here?" he mumbled.
Dante looked slightly forelorn as she took a seat besides him. She always was this pale and silent, just to say things that usually were true. That was brutally honest Dante!. Kind of creeped him out, though... not that his best friend had ever done it on purpose. For as long as he could remember they had been friends and didn't question that fateful day when he had appeared on the doorstep of his adopted mother.
Yes. Adopted. I never knew my real parents... never knew who I was.
Oh, Dante and I, you ask? That story is for another day.
"Do not cry for I will not sympathize, do not weep for I will not bend, do not yell for I am strong now... something you cannot pretend," the choir sang- a story from a fairytale about a hardshipped woman or something. I never was quite well at understanding such stories of fable as a child, so naturally took no intrest to the words meaning... no, in school time I never was quite social and spend my time with science and math- no matter how barbaric they had called and teased me, due to my clothes usually being dirty from working in the fields, these of a town with no farm life I had very much envied. This envy turned to anger in my sixth grade of school. I had perfect marks in each class, even more than perfect, beyond belief. I was already working at a 9th graded level and was going to be proclaimed genius by the headmaster and bumped up a grade when it happened, at the age of 12...
I fought my only friend.
Dante. So clever, calm, and often times appealing physically, came to me one day after school while I was walking back through the country, and broke that bond we had shared for my life.
"You never sit with me at lunch," she simply said, "why?"
She continued to walk, not even looking at him. He decided not to do so either.
"Do I have to?" I asked sternly.
"I would like it." she seemed to say in a strained voice.
Helooked her in the eyes, he had large pale beige ones then. "I wouldn't."
She clenched her fists at her sides.
"STUPID BOY!" she yelled and struck him in the cheek. He wobbled backwards and almost fell. Catching himself, he did the most idiotic thing in world history...
He hit a girl.
She, on the other hand, DID fall down- hard. He almost thought he killed her had she not have gotten back up, her nose bleeding... and seemed to be bent to the right.
She feld it and gasped, tears were already in her eyes.
"I- I.. IHATE you!" she yelled, the look of horror on her face left almost todisgust.The very first time in his life he had heard her raise her voice. To him even.
She turned and ran, holdingher nose with her hand.
Heh. I was not as smart as I had thought... but, that isn't what ruined my life... it was breaking the law.
I had assaulted a girl... I dont blame her for anything she said... even then- although exaggerated, im not one to hold a grudge... but news carries fast in small country towns and soon the everyone knew about it.
I didn't get bumped up a grade, my teachers hated me than praised, my mother lost respect for me, my father made me work extra time, I wasn't proclaimed a genius and I had lost my only friend.
Thats when my life changed.
WELCOME TO ALL 7TH YEARS!
After class the first day ina very hot and lonely Summer, the boy decidedly took the long route from school, away from the other children, like usual. He seemed to have gotten a lot more quiet that even before, not talking to anyone at all. Not that the teachers had wanted to call on him, although the incident of last year was almost forgotten. The name "woman beater" still shifted to his ears from a hurtful peer from time to time.
A man was fixing his bike, he couldn't be a hitch-hiker. He was clean and had no pack...and he didn't have tools. Instead, it seemed he was drawing in the dirt simply.
With an exceptionally curious expression the boy walked up to peer over the mans shoulder as his hands clasped above the array and sparks flew, cascading up the bike.
The boy gasped.
There was the broken wood and metal wheel new and all.
The guy turned around. He had black hair in a ponytail and small rimmed spectacles and black beady eyes... he was VERY tall though, and thin, with a baby blue turtleneck and white pants... and the boy couldn't help but look at his right eye. It was pink and cat-slitted!
He didn't say anything to the man about that, though, supposing it was only an injury from the war of Ishbal.
Then the boy remembered he was sweating, even in the gym wear he and the rest of the students wore when it was especially hot... what was this man doing? he was wearing hot clothes and shiny city shoes.
I cleared my throat from lack of use and announced, "Your not from around here, are you?" the boy said.
The man smiled and shook his head, "Nope... but, hey, you dont so happen to know where a hotel is?" he asked.
"No, theres no hotel. Even in town."
The mans smile faltered as he scratched his head, "Oh... do you know where I could stay?" he asked.
"Uhm, no... what was that you did with your bike, uh, sir?" he said. He was always taught to call a stranger 'sir' or 'ma'am'
"Haha, 'sir', Im not much of a gentlemen... but, you may call me Lain." he smiled. "And that was alchemy!"
The boy scrunched his face. His mother had always taught him that alchemy was the work of hell. She had never quite explained what exactly alchemy was, but he seemed to agree.
"Alchemy?"
"Yes, alchemy."
"Then you are a demon?" the boy said, taking a stance as if to protect himself.
The man gave a look of utter surprise, "Wh-what? no! what are you..." then a look of understanding swept over him, "oooh... let me guess, people tell you its demons work to conduct alchemy?"
He nodded. "Something like that."
The man sighed and shook his head. "No, actually, its quite the opposite. Its a work of science and beyond what people can even begin to understand... but, im hot. Could you tell me where to go to stay?" Lain asked.
The boy thought. "Weell... you could stay at the abandoned house that that old lady die-"
"Perfect! we'll talk more there!" Lain exclaimed.
The boy nodded as they walked, Lain wheeling the bike.
"By the way, boy, whats your name?" he asked.
The boy simply said; "Theothers call me barbarian."
Lain laughed.
Im not very sure to this day who Lain was exactly... but now the humunculus have arrived and I must cut our visit short as I have much business to attend to.
"Its always the same thing, dark, dreary, castle hidden deeep within-" Greed began.
"SHUT UP! You've done nothing but talk about cliche or whatever since we left the Devils Nest! YOU DEVIL WOMAN!" Pride yelled.
"I CAN TALK ABOUT WHATEVER I WANT TO! ITS YOUR FAULT FOR KIDNAPPING ME, FOOL!" Greed yelled back.
"IM NOT THE FOOL, YOU DRESS LIKE ONE AND WEAR TOO MUCH JEWELRY!" Pride yelled.
"Aaaat least im not shooort," she sangback.
"GRR! WHO YOU CALLIN' SO SHORT IF HE FELL IN A PATCH OF GRASS YOU'D HAVE TO USE A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO SCOPE HIM OU-"
"Pride." said a voice as the sins looked around, spottinga man drab in black at the top of a two-way stairway only illuminated by the stars of the night in the round glass frame behind him. "Lust. Greed. Sloth. Envy. Wrath..." he stopped.
"Master." Lust said, shaking with excitment as she bowed slightly.
"Gooddamnmaster," Pride mumbled, doing the same.
The others felt a little bit awkward, but hey, they were doing it (although not knowing why).
The master walked down the flight of stairs to the right silently, halfway down he spoke.
"Yes. Lust. Pride. You took long." he said, stopping midstep after the last stair.
They could only see his right eye, his hair over his left was covered indark hair and a ribbon almost as a headband, tied at the back over his braid. He was wearing all black, and a jacket that could be put off as a trenchcoat.
"Do you recall my orders... exactly?" the mysterious master asked.
"Yes, you ordered for all humunculus you appointed to be gathered and brought to your attention," Lust said, her eyes closed and still bowing- unlike Pride and the others, she seemed to hold the most respect for her master.
"Yes... all seven." the maste looked at his hand as it flicked over thestatue-like wooden carvingat the bottom of the stairwell as he walked ever so slowly towards Lust, extending his hand and squeezing.
"Se..." Lust seemed to be caught on her words as she grasped her throat for air and rose three or so inches off of the ground.
He stopped just in front of her. "Lust, can you not count." he pulled her to his level. "Six is not seven, as I ordered "Seven sins I appoint will be brought to my attention". I gave you as much time as you needed and even had Pride removed from The Room to accompany you.
Pride seemed to have shifted in his stance. He seemed to take this as a normal everyday thing.
"I want you to find Gluttony, the final one, and if you do not within two days YOU will be the one in The Room." he said calmly, letting his hand fall to his side and Lust to the ground.
Sloth looked horrified, Wrath looked confused, Greed looked surprised, Pride looked uncomfortable, Lust looked unphased as she stood back up and closed her eyes again, and Envy seemed to be checking him out.
"Yes, I understand Master, I will not fail you again," Lust said.
"Go." he said, walking off again.
No one spoke as they left the lair except Envy.
"Wow... I gotta get me some of that!" she joked.
"You will not talk about the master that way." Lust said, choosing not to look at anyone else for some reason unknown.
Envy and everyone else stayed silent, but only for a while.
Ch.17- Gluttony
Artist: Glay
Title: Way of Difference
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
We knew from the beginning that we were going to go our seperate ways
but even still, I felt forever in those days I touched you.
How long has it been since we found each other
I was bad at smiling, has it become more natural?
Since then we were always together,
and following that we became adults.
Waiting anxiously, but you haven't come
The memories raining down on this precious season, are mostly of you.
I miss you, I miss you
You've given me so much courage
that I still now keep with me.
Unable to be together without hurting each other,
we healed that pain together.
Now, those days in which everything seemed meaningless,
have become so dear to me.
looking for love, troubled by love, knowing love
In that heart that resembles mine in some way,
I am there, and in a corner is your unyielding dream,
Don't you see, it has changed us into adults even more.
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
If we're under the light being cast through the leaves,
it makes even our parting seem beautiful.
By forgetting sadness people, surely, can become stronger.
Soon, even here, the snow will accumulate
and the world will be colored white.
if just for a little longer...
Waiting anxiously, but you haven't come
The memories raining down on this precious time, are mostly of you.
I miss you, I miss you
You've given me so much courage
that I still now keep with me.
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
We knew from the beginning that we were going to go our seperate ways.