A/N: Eh- heh heh heh….. You are all…going to kill me…painfully, aren't you. –coughs- Well, um… I've been quite busy…actually…-coughs-
OKAY! I confess! I've been avoiding writing fanfics because I need to focus on other things for now! I haven't even drawn that much lately! What, with guitar, hiphop, drama, piano, drama CLUB, swim team coming up, etc, I'm all over the place! LMAO AND I JUST JOINED MARCHING BAND! IT'S AMAZING!
I feel horrible as well because I haven't gotten together with my best friend in a while and I haven't talked to my OTHER best friend in a while!...Who prolly doesn't care because she's in heaven and can't be any happier…
Loser…
-is brick'd from heave- AH DA -rubs head and curses-
Anyway, I'm going to TRY and pick things up because I really miss the times when I had the time to write and all that good stuff.
Well, I HAVE been working on a new story, and I'm attempting the next chapter of Goal by Heart, so it's not like NO progression has come, right?
Anyway, I digress! Onward with the next chapter! This should explain some confusing things about Kenshin's past. ESPECIALLY why he couldn't remember his age difference.
Disclaimer – What, Kenshin? Psh…I don't own him. I haven't even watched him in forever…or read the manga…or –is brick'd from heaven again-
Warnings – none
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Dear Diary
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Chapter 6 – Entry Evocation
August 14, 1996
Dear Diary,
It…it happened so fast.
It's as if…the shock hasn't even gone through me yet, I'm so devastated.
Mom is gone…Dad is gone…the apartment is gone. It's all gone.
Yet…here I am, nearly three and a half weeks later, lying in my dorm room scribbling thoughtless rambles down as if it were a normal day.
Yeah, I took the overall home schooling test for high school graduates and passed with an A. Thus, I managed to get into a decent, local college with the money Mum and Dad left…they accepted me quicker than most.
Makes you wonder why…
My age was obviously questionable, but apparently, my grades weren't easy to overlook; especially the level I was at.
It's absolutely ridiculous. I'm fourteen and I'm having a midlife crisis already…to live to be twenty eight…seems to be a bit short.
Perhaps a quarter life crisis?
-Ken
August 21, 1996
Dear Diary,
I officially am the laughing stock of the whole dorm.
I excused myself from one of the lectures and retreated to the bathroom two days ago where I shed a few tears; that's healthy, right? Well it just so happens that the guy right across from my dorm room, Todd or something, walked in at that moment.
What did he do? You can just guess.
He spread it like wild fire.
Absurd, right?
I mean, not even 15 of the college's population knows I exist!
Who cares if a little teenaged boy is crying in the men's bathroom, right? I mean, teenaged years are supposed to be the highest for suicidal rates and known for their hormonal fluctuate stages!
So who cares if one little boy is crying in the men's bathroom?
Everyone, apparently.
I couldn't get to each class without a whisper or two and odd looks. At that point I'd just cuddle my books closer and heighten my walking pace. How immature.
College was supposed to be a schooling time which was enjoyable or close to it compared to high school. But from the looks at high school life from where I stood and experiencing college life now, I couldn't say I saw much of a difference.
The student's gossiping habits were terrible. Did it really matter that I was crying in the bathroom? What importance was it to them? Don't I have precedence to cry? For all they know, my whole life could be falling apart.
Apparently, that's exactly what's happening now.
Stupid college.
Stupid high school.
Stupid men's bathroom.
Stupid Todd.
Stupid parents…
I miss you…
-Ken
September 2, 1996
Dear Diary,
I met someone.
And no, I'm not talking about a girl or a blossoming relationship or any of that romantic-comedy movie theater situations. Sorry to disappoint.
He's a younger boy than most (like me) located in the neighboring dorm; just a floor down from mine. He's…seemingly friendly; to meanyway.
I don't know if I can deem him a friend yet. He talks to me a little bit and he's kind of…off. But I like him. He has these teal colored eyes. They're the oddest things.
I mean, I'm not one to point fingers as of course I'm the black sheep of the bunch with MY eyes, but they seem to pierce right through you. He has this shaggy dark hair that he appears to gel in all directions. One can't keep that kind of buoyancy naturally.
I only have two classes with him, but he acts as though we've known each other for a while…
Though slightly unnerving, it's better than the silence.
Another boy follows him around…sort of. Whenever we talk, he always seems to catch my eye somewhere off in the corner. He has blue eyes as well, though his hair is stark black and completely straight. He's stoically peculiar…
But regardless, I'm finding college more tolerable I suppose.
With him talking to me, the stares have lessened a bit.
It's funny…
I don't even know his name…
-Ken
September 14, 1996
Dear Diary,
Fall has always been my favorite season…
Summer has its merits…and is always hot on the heels of autumn in my book. The warm night breezes and fireflies always bring back fond memories of that little apartment in the slums of the city…
Winter has always been bitter on the outside, but within, that season was like cozy moments by a cold fire I like to nickname my family.
Spring…almost seems separate from the other seasons. It's one giant world in itself. It's almost like it was stuck in because the change from winter to summer was too drastic for most.
But fall…
Fall has always been my favorite season…
-Ken
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Frayed ends of tattered old paper jutted out from the dilapidated binding of the old leather diary. Lavender eyes scanned the absence of such pages as though they had never left; still attached at such frayed ends.
A moment later, his lips quirked into a nostalgic grin as he shook his head and turned the pages. He remembered those frosty September days. If his memory was serving him correctly, those were the days when his college days as freshmen took a dive for the worst.
Ripping them out of the book of his life felt better than it should have.
He gave a short yawn and shook his head; shaking the small blanket of sleep that clouded around him in his time of reflection.
He would leave the bitter discoveries of November for another day.
He took a deep breath, closed the diary slowly and placed it gently on the side table of his bed. He exited his room quietly and clumsily stumbled into the kitchen; the gloominess of the day weighing down on him silently.
At first he was only able to pick out the tickling of the water against the window as the past week had presented nothing but rain.
But as he walked further into the kitchen, he could hear the sounds of the TV over the rain. In curiosity, he peeked around the corner to the living room and spotted his roommate indeed, watching the TV.
Kaoru was dressed in her flannel ducky pajamas with a bowl of popcorn nestled in the space between her knees and abdomen (for she was curled up on the couch with her legs contently pulled up from the floor.); her sapphire eyes glued to the screen as she rhythmically vexed her mouth with popcorn.
Kenshin gave a sincere smile at her as he sighed knowingly. Pushing away from the wall, he padded into the living room and glanced at the screen in attempt to distinguish the movie she was watching. Not recognizing the character with a long snout and floppy ears, he turned back to Kaoru and walked over to her.
"What are you watching?"
Kaoru never took her eyes from the screen and placed another helping of popcorn in her mouth before she replied.
"Treasure Planet…"
His eyebrows furrowed at the name.
"Treasure Planet…?"
That was the first time Kaoru glanced up at him; a look of shock on her face.
"You've never heard of Treasure Planet…?"
Kenshin was almost afraid to say no, shaking his head shyly. Kaoru gaped at him in astonishment and hinted to the screen as if a reference would somehow spark a memory he never made.
"The main character's Jim Hawkins who--…you never have heard of Treasure Planet?"
When it came to Kaoru's surprise, ashamed was an understatement. By her utter disbelief, Kenshin felt as though he should throw a paper bag over his head and not allow himself the privilege to see even through poorly cut holes.
He justified his answer with another shake of his head.
It wasn't a second later before Kaoru reached up and took hold of his ponytail and yanked him to the couch; being as gentle as possible with his precious red locks. He gave a yelp of surprise as he plummeted to the cushions and haphazardly caught the popcorn bowl that was tossed at him.
"Hold that." Kaoru stated bluntly as she fished around fervently, trying to find the remote that most likely slipped into the bowls of the cushion cracks. Kenshin blinked at his roommate, knowingly staying quiet as she searched.
"Ah-hah!" She exclaimed as she whipped the remote up into the air once she located it and gave an excited grin as she restarted the movie.
"It's based on the novel Treasure Island. It's my favorite Disney movie." Her eyes were once again, glued to the screen.
Kenshin glanced at her and made a face of vague hurt.
"And how come I never knew this up until now…?"
She glanced at him and gave him a pout-like glare before turning back to the monitor and beaming once again.
"Because I thought I had lost it years ago! Now shush! It's starting!"
He watched her a moment longer before a smile broke out onto his face as well; unable to even fake his upset character with her childlike nature. Finally, he turned to the monitor as well and decided that there was no harm in enduring a little Disney charm every now and then.
Yes…
The chill of November could wait.
Lendra-chan – OH MY GOD IT HAS BEEN TOO LONG. I started this in September or something it's January. That says something, doesn't it.
Now I'm sure you all were thinking I had died, or I was never going to continue my fanfictions, but you're wrong! It's simply I haven't any time to truly let myself think about nothing but writing. I've been so overwhelmed.
Marching Band is over and Swim Team is almost over too. I've been so damn sore from running the mile and swimming that I've been hobbling around like a crippled gremlin.
Anyhow, I hope you all liked this chapter. It's really short, I know .. I'm sorry that I didn't make it longer. But I couldn't delay anymore.
Oh and by the way.
Treasure Planet is my favorite Disney movie.
For those who have not seen it YOU HAVE TO SEE IT. RENT IT. DO SOMETHING. It's one of the best Disney movies I've seen and although you might not be touched by it, I surely have been.
It was made in 2002 so it's not recent, but it's so imaginative and unique, OH I love it so!
For trailers and stuffs, you can go here http://www(dot)rottentomatoes(dot)com/m/treasureplanet/trailers(dot)php
And of course. REMOVE THE (Dot) WITH ACTUAL PERIODS. XD
It's absolutely amazing. The music is inspiring, the characters are amusing, it' just great. XD
OH! I have music samplers too! They're so pretty!
http://www(dot)amazon(dot)com/Treasure-Planet-Chris-Chaney/dp/B00006XPT4
Remember to remove the dots for that one too.
You have to scroll down. They're only about 30 seconds long. There are beautiful flutes and violins and everything.
It's like a Celtic feel to it.
ANYWAY! That's all I gotta say.
PLEASE REVIEW! AND WATCH TREASURE PLANET! –shakes fist-