Writer's Rants
Hehehe… This one has an unexpected ending. You will be surprised. It's not that happy but it's not that tragic also. It is somehow enlightening. Now read!
Taki was alone in the clinic. Ms. Takanoma went out and the clinic's resident doctor left early. He looked at the wall clock. It was 3:36 PM. The aircon blew out cold air, steadily making a monotonous sound he would rather not hear. The white paint of the walls should make him comfortable. However, it only added queasiness to the range of aches and pains he was feeling at present. In addition to that, it gave an uneasy feeling of emptiness in the room, an emptiness that scourged his heart. His soft bed is reminiscent of all the money he uses to get his way. It, like money, is cold and lacks warmth. Warmth that he longed for. Ever since this school, this Murasawan school, was founded, he never felt warmth ever again. Empty, cold, and senseless money filled in all it could not. It was never meant to be this way, he always thought. I did not ask to be unfortunate. I do not need a family owned school. Although this will be technically mine some years into the future, I will never belong to this school. It gives me Goosebumps that remind me of my aloneness; that haunt my dreams and nightmares; that makes me feel unwarm. "Then open up and tell someone", a side of his brain said. I will never admit weakness, I will not concede to that sort of frailty.
The school heir stood up and packed his bag. He put on his shirt, and polo. Where am I going? He wondered. He wished he knew the direction his life was going. He figured he doesn't really care if the world suddenly burned to ashes or death came knocking on his door. He would even welcome the personification of death with open arms, and pants down if it was a girl. I wish death was a hot girl who would give me earth-shattering pleasure before I depart. He laughed at the thought. His train of thoughts startled him. When did he ever like the idea of dying? Never. I haven't even experienced how it feels to be important. I wanna feel like everyone needs me, like they can not live without me. They would recognize me. My parents never did but the school will. I swear by my very name that I will be recognized and they will never forget my significance in this school. I will accept the inheritance and will improve this school so much it will be known abroad. And my name will be remembered forever. I will not crossover to the underworld until I am recognized.
His feet led him to a corridor. It was filled with classrooms one after the other. He peeked into each. Nothing special. A certain classroom was having a dance party. He decided to stop the commotion.
With a deep breath he shouted. "Stop this chaotic event immediately." It didn't seem to word for the students kept on dancing. One girl in particular was seductively dancing towards him. She was about to take her top off. This should stimulate him. However, to his surprise, he didn't feel anything. He took a gulp of air.
"Or I will have you all expelled!" The classroom quieted down. He felt proud of himself. No one dared answer back. He was known for the expulsion of students, and teachers, he didn't like. They wouldn't want to be next on the list. He walked on. He peeked through every classroom, silencing every unwanted commotion.
"Hmm, last one on the corridor." He looked inside and there seems to be a commotion, not like the ones he saw earlier though. He looked closely and saw Gaara and Asuka. He then found himself staring at the redhead. He somehow couldn't take his gaze off him. He seems to have some kind of power over him, like he's possessed or something. He saw the singer look at the redhead. Gaara didn't mind the students and Asuka staring at him. After all, there's nothing wrong with that. Gaara did have good features. I like the way his eyes are shaped, I like its color and intensity. His face is not bad at all. He may not be that mucho but he does have a lean body. He then found himself staring at the redhead's lips. He touched his and closed his eyes. The memories of their kiss flashed in his mind. Those lips. I don't know what's in those lips but they're nice to look at. But most of all, they're nice to kiss. They're so soft and yummy. He shook his head. What was he thinking? He shuddered at his train of thoughts. Am I? He looked into himself and found the answer. Yes, he was. He smiled. Do I love Gaara? Something in him answered. Course you do. You wouldn't find all of his features attractive if you didn't. But he wouldn't love you in a thousand years. Why? Because he loves Asuka. He suddenly felt furious. He stormed away from the room as fast as possible. He felt tears were about to fall down. Oh no. Not again. He went to the nearest room and slammed the door shut. He looked up and closed his eyes, waiting for the tears to go away.
He never knew how long he was in that position. When he finished, he saw a gourd. He wondered where he was. He looked around. It was actually a large storage where all the high tech equipments of the school were kept. What is this thing doing here? He then saw something on it. It was a cloth strap with a rectangular piece of metal. The metal had something etched on it. It looked like some kind of column with a horizontal bar on top. It looks familiar. Where did I see this? Think, Taki, think. He wearily sat on the cement floor. He picked up what he thought was a rock. It was a piece of broken cement. I really have to make a lot of changes in this school. Then, he heard a piercing scream. It was a frightened male voice. He dashed outside and found himself at a loss for words. He considered the person a rival but never imagined something like this.
"Noooooooooo!" Gaara was clutching the singer. He shook her, hoping to make things less worse. Frustratingly, nothing happened. "Yashamaru, don't do this to me. I love her. If you're angry with me, then kill me. Don't take her. Please!" He looked at the frightened and shocked Taki standing a few feet away. His eyes were watery.
"I-I" Taki couldn't say anything. He wanted to say something to make Gaara feel better but no words came out of his mouth.He slowly walked, as if in a trance, towards the gruesome scene.
Gaara looked at him, asking for help. "What will I do?" Gaara never felt so helpless in his entire life. He looked at Asuka's face, her face filled with pain but at the same time, she looked happy.
"Don't cry Gaara. You know I love you very much. I have felt love, happiness, pain and sorrow. But what's important is you made me feel again. After all these years, I never thought I'd fall in love." She touched Gaara's cheek and cupped it. She wiped away the tears in his eyes. "I 'm very happy to hear you love me too. Please say it again."
"I…"
"Noo!" Taki ran and covered Gaara. A kunai hit Taki. He fell on the floor. The students were all on the halls now, fear evident in their faces, none could utter a word.
"Taki? You're not dead, are you?" Gaara couldn't stand another death. He looked at Taki's eyes, expecting sorrow but again, happiness was there. Why are they so happy?
"Because I'm Taki. I can't afford to look sad. I must always be strong." He closed his eyes and smiled. Gaara summoned up chakra towards his arms and lifted both. He ran as fast as he can towards the school clinic.
"We can't heal them here. We have to take them to a hospital." The doctor said. The nurse came in, crying.
"Taki! No!"
"Where is it? Show me a map." The doctor signaled Ms. Takanoma. She hurriedly snatched it from the table and her trembling hand gave it to the shaken redhead. He took identified the nearest hospital And carried the two unconscious bodies to the hospital as fast as he can. Not caring if anyone saw him jumping from one roof top to another. When he got there, the doctors laid the two on stretchers and delivered them to the emergency room.
He sat on the benches. He felt helpless. There was nothing he could do. I could've been more alert. As a ninja I'm supposed to alert. I could've… A million things he wished he could have done ran through his mind. But no matter how many they were, the fact remains that he did nothing. I'm stupid He tried to punch himself but a hand stopped him. He looked up, it was Temari and Kankuro. Although they did not like their younger brother's ways, he was still their brother and it still pains them to see Gaara like this.
"I rather see you killing everyone than crying over someone." Temari stroked the Gaara's naturally red hair. He stood up and walked away. His fast paced walk headed for the door. His face was blank. A jounin handed was waiting outside, holding the shukaku holder's gourd. He slung it on and leapt away.
"I never thought he'd be this way. You're right, it's so much better when he kills. At least we know what he feels." Kankuro sighed and leapt after his brother, Temari followed.
-hidden sand-
A path of corpses lined the way leading to hidden sand.
"Sabaku Sousou!" Another one died. Gaara knew they didn't have anything to do with the scene but he continued. He was Gaara. Although love was literally written on his forehead, he was never meant to feel it. Now I understand, I must kill to live. To live, I must be happy. To be happy, I must be alone.
And the night was filled with screams. The next day, ninja's were surprised by what they saw.
"Gaara killed again."
"But I never saw this many corpses before."
"You don't know that monster. This is normal for him. A sort of a normal nightly routine."
"Yeah, so don't go looking after him in the night. It's practically suicide."
"Yeah right. Go on 'fraidy cats. Go home. It's getting dark. Gaara might kill you. Hahaha…." The others only shook their heads. It was only seven o'clock but darkness already filled the place. "one more to go and this is all cleaned up. They were no help They so busy being so afraid of Gaara."
"And you should listen to them." Said the red head
"No. No please, I beg you."
"Sabaku Sousou!"
-end of story-
Writer's Rants
At last it's finished. It's not as tragic as I would like it to be but it's still nice. Heck, its original title was surprise. I thought it never fit though. Watch out for the sequel. This is a trilogy. The next one is "When Lonely Hearts Meet: Summer Solstice". Till then, bye!
