University N Application Form
Name: Teru Mikami
DOB: 6/7/82
Religion (optional): Kira
Parental information:
Names: not worthy of remembrance.
Occupations: disillusioned vagrants, ignorant of the message of Kira.
Education: not enough, alas.
Extracurricular activities:
Sports:every Sunday and Thursday, 9-10:30 gym workout, without fail or regard for holiday
Clubs: frequent participant on Kira's Kingdom
Fine arts: I write poetry using people's names.
Please describe one of these activities in further detail: your motivation and what you have gained intellectually, spiritually, or otherwise from this activity. (1000 chars.)
Small, black rectangle
More equal than any square
Just geometry
.
Eyes, God's eyes, I see
Arithmetic, subtraction
Limit goes to nil
.
Golden fountain pen
Piercing sword, avenging flame
Inked blood on paper
.
Hate is for the weak.
Mother, bullies, sinners all
Not hated, but scorned
.
Ignorance breeds hate
Ignorance, born of fear, and
God is not afraid
.
Held up to the light
Perfection, though I did not
Know my God's true name
.
Kami: night god moon
Day is for the sinful world
Brazen, brash, and bright
.
Moon is for the one
Who guides us through the darkest
Night, of shadowed death
.
His voice, like spring rain
Nurturing the world's flowers
Earth's paradise reigned
.
Death god, laughed and said
I am not your god, neither
Is he; there is none
.
Tower of Babel
He tried to reach God, thought he
Was God, but was he?
.
Lucifer, fallen
Ideals, unreachable, so
We return to dust
.
Regrets, deafening
Waves of names now gone from life
What did they die for?
Describe your dream job and where this dream originates from. (1000 chars.)
I assume you mean before I became God's right hand, because that isn't my dream job; it IS my job.
Before, though, I dreamed of being an operator in an open air glass elevator in the Eiffel Tower. I don't know if such a thing exists, but I would definitely apply for the post.
Paris is everyone's dream, is it not? In a place like this, nothing is foul; young love and fresh hopes waft through the air like the fragrance of new blooms. Sin exists and death lives on, but the steel and brick of Paris's skylines keep them at bay, and I could almost forget justice in this Edenic farce three hundred meters above the ground.
And if the façade ever fell through, if I were to look one day and see storm clouds on the horizon, if the pretense ever got to be too much… well, that's why I specified an open elevator. I could fall.
So, so simple, really. Let me dream, let me pretend, and if you won't, let me go. Let me be another one who died for liberty, but not for justice, because I can't die for something that doesn't exist.
XXX
A/N: Not fanatic, sakujo-ing Mikami, but world-weary, disillusioned Teru. How do you like?