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Hello and welcome, Fairy Tail Guild, this month we have an interesting little event that is available for anyone, be they new or old, if you have four characters or none*. This event is essentially a writing activity for anybody who is interested, and it is from the point of view of one of your characters, even if they are a WIP. [*Though to be honest you actually need at least one, even if they are in WIP]
"Wait Tenken, what do you mean?"
Question: Ignored. The point is, it's a little writing event this month, if you wish to enter you will post in this topic with a little submission of your own from the point of view from one of your characters (though it may include more than one) and the writing submission itself has to be concerning your character and that delicious, evil, horrible, fabulous little emotion called love.
So, the rules for those of you who are slow on the update:
This is a first-person writing submission from the point of view of one of your characters.
Make sure it is in the FIRST PERSON PERSPECTIVE.
It must be a story.
The character can be a WIP if needed.
The writing submission must be about love in some way, shape or form.
The submission cannot be more than 1500 words total.
In order to enter a submission for this event you have to use the following template:
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I woke this morning with her hanging over my bed, as if she was there to greet me good morning, her smile was the best thing ever with the scent of what she had the night before, it was like the scent of roses. I loved her so much, and I couldn't bear to ever leave her side. This love was like Romeo and Juliet, we would be together until death do us part, there was no greater satisfaction of her lying on him, both on there death bed. I get up and move her on to the bed to spread her out and then move to the shower, she was the only one who has ever seen me naked like this, and loved it. It was Valentines Day, and to be with her was the best thing ever to be given to him, nothing could spoil today. We will go for a walk through the city, and eat lunch, a nice picnic would be nice by the lake side. From there to the movies, we both loved the movies, and lastly, a nice walk along the beach front to watch the sunset, and then home, where the fun then can begin.
I step out the shower and she's waiting for me, so I dry off and head over to her, I then put on my underwear. I pick her up and take her off the rack, first I slide my leg in, she feels so good, and then I slide the other leg in and pull up her bottom half. I zip her up, and put my belt around her waist area, and then tighten, she loved it for the fact that she gets to do the same thing soon. Next, is her white soft skin, she caresses my arms and then wraps herself around my body, it feels so good, this feeling, this is the only love I can have that fill’s my soul. I then help her complete this sensation by letting her close the gap on my chest and then she let’s tuck in my hands, helping her push it down. I then grabs her top half and wrap it around my neck, and tie it up, letting it choke me a bit and then I loosen it, that was always my favourite part. And now to finish up, I grab the finishing, pleasurable blow. I then wrap her black friend around me, they both had given me my pleasure together, and we three were never seen apart. She lets me move her closer to her friend and wrap her body over the other, they greet with a nice hug. We were now complete, we were now part as one body, one mind and one soul, me and my suit will be together forever. I put on my shoes and socks, and then followed by my sun glasses, in which she always complimented. Then the two of us shall go out on this planned date, just us together and no one else.
"Am I ... Evil, because I am in a dark guild? Evil, because I strayed on my Own path?" I asked myself, knowing that I had nothing else to do ... The old man didn't have any missions for me, thus I'm left clueless of what to do next ... Is there anything fun for me to do, other than fighting? I could always stick to my music... Ofcourse, I love music.
I walked back home to let my hands meet my piano once again. Leaving the door wide open as it was quite the warm weather, I sat down on his chair, and took a deep breath as I stared at the keys of the piano. Closing my eyes, I heard the music play in his head, with my fingers seeming to tingle, then moving against the keys, pressing them into a beautiful melody.
From calm, soft tones to deep, swift notes. 16th notes, 32nd notes, all streaming through my head. I needed no papers for this, I was Born for this instrument. Few small heads of kids running through the street were seen, looking at my piano-play, staring as if they never had heard something on this level before. I couldn't blame them, I was, not in a bragging manner, pretty good. Then, someone else walked into my house, a woman. She stood with her hands folded together staring at me with a smile.
Ending the song, I let out another good ol' breath, blinking my eyes and looking behind me to see the girl inside standing on my floor, and the couple of small heads together forming a miniature crowd, applauding. "Eh ..." I said shyly. The girl looked at me with a warm smile as she spoke: "That was beautiful... Do you want to play together with me some time, perhaps?"
I frowned at the question asked. But was this love I felt? Did this girl love music more, than I myself? "No thanks. I'm a busy guy..." I replied, but, this girl seemed to be persistent! She replied directly, leaving me surprised: "If you were busy you wouldn't be playing your piano!" I smirked, as this was actually true. "Fine ... Just not now. I have bussiness to attend to." I replied, in hope the girl would leave, or at least today.
Then she gave a nod and another smile, walking out of my house. I walked outside and locked my house, going back to check on the guild. Yet once again, the old man had nothing for me. Not even one mission! I even tried to ask if there was nobody he wanted me to beat up. Guess he only had one alternative to pass time: The girl. I started getting curious as I considered the idea ... How did she play? Was she more clean than I?
The next day, I woke up fairly early, and opened the door as a heat-wave brushed the town. Without realising it, I saw the girl standing on my floor again, already. "May I?" She motioned, as I simply let her. She sat down, starting to play a melody, but she played so roughly... I'd have to guide her at a point.
I stood behind her and put my hands on top of hers slowly, saying: "Gently. Play gently. It's not a wall to break, it's a tender piano." She seemed to blush slightly, making a more gentle approach. It did sound better, which made me happy. I did something ... Good. Kind of. She smiled, playing calmly, as I took a seat next to her and started following the melody with the deeper notes. We didn't need to know each other's names, to feel that we were in love with each other.
The melody ended, as the darkness fell in, the light dimming out slowly, as our lips moved closer to each other, kissing.
The end.
Not bothered to breach the text limit. Word count: 650
Account Name: Sinjin Character who will be Used:Xavion Al'Firenze Submission:
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I love her too.
The words echoed in my heart as I sat on the third step of the wide staircase that led to the front door of the mansion. It wasn’t really a mansion per se as it served as an orphanage, one that had taken me in along with my bestfriend. Worrick – blond, tall, a year older than me, talkative, annoying yet charming, a lady’s man. He was sitting right next to me, inhaling deeply from that deathstick of his, and I’ve forgotten how many times I had scolded him to stop smoking. Then again, wasn’t it part of his charm to be stubborn as mule? But the smell of the nicotine could only distract me for a few good seconds before my mind was back to listening to him. All the while, my chest hurt in what seemed to be a suffocating feeling mixed with anger, confusion and perhaps the rage that belonged to the chimera inside, but I never let it show.
I love her too.
The words cut down like a knife into my skin, making me shiver for a second before a frown appeared on my face. Despite how I would always seem to project an unsightly and annoying scowl, there was that obvious arch from both ends of the lips, slightly leaning towards the ground. But I quickly brought a hand to cover it and look away momentarily. “I hate it when you smoke,” I lied when I realized that Worrick had suddenly stopped in the middle of his monologue. Indeed, it was one as there was the absence of my voice other than that lie, but Worrick merely smiled and settled the stick on the steps, leaving it to burn through its remaining filter and continued to talk. Sometimes, I do wonder how this man, so insensitive and childish had ever ended up being my bestfriend.
“It’s really a surprise, Xav,” he said, placing both hands along the steps to support himself as he leaned against it and stared unto the empty night sky. No stars meant it would rain and I kept wishing for it to happen soon. “You know very well that I’ve been into a couple of relationships-““A dozen to be exact,” I interjected though I kept my eyes in front of me, grey orbs settling on the lone broken statue of a dog by the lawn. He laughed and agreed, correcting himself with the number. “Yes, a dozen but this is just different,” he continued, a smile on his face made him look younger than normal and more childish that it almost seemed like he was a little boy so excited to share a secret that he could not contain himself from bouncing about. But what he said next was far from an innocent child’s secret, “Alex is different.”
I know that. I love her too.
I slowly turned to look back at him, eyes slightly wider but the hand still covered my mouth and he failed to see when my lips turned into a line. It wasn’t apathy any longer. It was anger but well kept. After all, I have never shown any strong emotion to anyone I knew of. Those who saw me rage or laugh had all died. But Worrick merely looked back at me with a smile and continued, “I really believe that she’s the one for me.”
I knew I had to say something. I needed to say something. “Why?” Came out from my lips and Worrick was slightly surprised before he straightened up to sit and lift a hand to his chin and start pondering on the question. “Why, you ask?” he repeated before making a low hum, “I can’t really say. It’s a feeling, Xav. Day in, day out, all I think of is her.” And my heart bled, shouting: “What about me?! I can’t get her out of my thoughts as well!”“I keep pretending but I can’t lie to her. She knows her way around me and frankly, I admit that she knows more of who I am than I could ever know. And to think that she would go the length for my sake is just… and to think that I would do the same for her… this isn’t just a spur of the moment feeling, Xav. I know that this beating of my heart is real and I do love her.”
I remained silent as I realized that all these years we’ve been together, not once had I bothered to share my inner struggles and thoughts to Worrick. He was always the one talking to me. So my heart pleaded: “There’s a lot of women in the world you can woo at a snap of a finger, why her? We both saw her at the same time, why you? And she also spent so much time to get to know me, so why not me?” But I could never say it out loud. Worrick was too happy to even listen and he had every right to do so. Though I claim that he could woo any woman, the truth was that he was never given love by his parents and I had known that he had been lying to everyone even to himself just to keep himself happy and not to be a burden. To learn of love and be loved in return is one thing that he deserves. And as a friend… I knew I couldn’t dare deprive him of something that he had been longing for so long.
I remembered that it was a similar starless night when I saw them behind the mansion, Worrick and Alex sitting in the garden. Their voices were low but their smiles said a thousand words. It was not what I had hoped for. Even for a little bit, I had hoped that she would have picked me. They could just be good friends, supporting the other in times of need. But I knew that would never happen… not when Worrick kissed her and Alex held his face with an affectionate hand.
But I love you too.
And the memory was short as a familiar voice called from behind us, Worrick, quickly turning to the top of the stairs, smiling brightly at the sight. I, on the other hand, kept my back turned and returned to facing the lone statue of a dog. Again, the voice called out and I felt my heart wrenching as Worrick said something I dared not to hear and patted on my shoulder before coming to a stand and racing up the stairs. And still, I did not look back.
I can’t recall when the rain began to pour but I was drenched to the bone by the time I noticed it. But was it just the rain that caused my vision to blur?
I love you too – the voice said in my heart again. And then I felt a sudden touch on the shoulder, to which I turned to look up and found Alex with an umbrella to shelter me from the rain. “Are you planning to get sick again?” she teased as she pulled me up to a stand. At that point, I knew I had to tell her, but no words left my mouth. Instead, I looked up to find Worrick in apron and mittens, holding a steaming pot as he called out to us to come quickly for a festive dinner. He was the gifted cook, after all.
We followed shortly but Alex managed to slip in a word with me, “Worrick asked me to marry him, but I haven’t answered yet. He told me to think about it.” And this was when I hated myself the most. “Then, say yes. You mean the world to him. He’s a kind man and deserves no better.” She was surprised as I was with what I had said but she merely nodded as we climbed the rest of the stairs. “Xav…”“I don’t really mind. You’re both precious friends to me. I would not have it any other way.” And she fell silent as we reached the landing and lowered the umbrella to look at me with hurt eyes. “Is that it? Xav, I told you before that you don’t have to think like this because of the chimera-““It’s not that. I really believe in what I said, Alex. Believe me, I do.” And I placed a hand on her cheek, lifting her face gently so she would look at me. “I only love you as a dear friend, but Worrick, he sees more than that and I know you feel the same way for him. So, please… just let me go. I don’t want to hurt you both.”
Before I left everything behind, as I approached the gate that night, I turned to find her looking out her window. We locked eyes for the longest second I could remember, and we both understood…
Account Name:Zen Character who will be Used:Sion Ciladion Submission:
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Love. You dare ask me about love? Bah. It is not an emotion I enjoy. I did. Once. I’ll never do it again. I’ll tell you the story. It was a year ago. It was during my dark years, the ones I spent clouded in madness and blood. Love? Love never even came to my mind. Even these days, with my mind mostly under control, I find it hard to trust even my closest friends, let alone sharing my every thought and feeling with another. Back then, it was even worse. I wandered, scared and alone. I preferred that last part. Back then, I didn’t want to hurt others. Weeks could sometimes pass without a single black-out, then suddenly I would fall into the shadow again and wake up covered in blood, sometimes miles away from where I had been, and sometimes still standing amongst the remains of those I had slain.
One day, I lost consciousness near a village. Its name has long been erased from my memory, but before I blacked out I saw a group of people approaching. Next thing I know, I’m in a bed, this beauty of a girl about my own age leaning over me. I was… 16 back then, I believe. My memory of that time is fuzzy, I don’t remember a lot of detail, but I clearly remember her face. Piercing green eyes, soft, dark hair framing her face, and a smile that made me feel like I would melt. By looks, she was the total and complete opposite of myself. My hair was snowy white. Hers was such a dark brown, it was almost black. My eyes were a bloody crimson. Hers were calming green, with white-golden specks. They reminded me of a lemon tree in full bloom.
“Are you awake?” she asked in the sweetest voice I ever heard. I blinked, not knowing what to say. “Y-yeah…” I was surprised by how hard it was to speak the words. My every breath made my side sting. I had been wounded in the battle. The slash was deep, and should have been fatal, but my magic had kept me alive, I realized later. She confirmed my suspicions in that beautifully musical voice of hers. “Amazing… You should have been dead when we found you… You’re either a mage, or something not of this world, aren’t you?” It scared me when I realized I was both of those. “Mage…” I managed to bring out, but then my body convulsed badly, and I burst out in what was the longest, heaviest, most painful fit of coughing I ever had, and blacked out. The last thing I saw was those beautiful eyes.
When I awoke again, she introduced herself as Dahlia. I used the nickname my brother gave me; Sindu. To tell her my name, or worse, my full name, might make her aware of my identity as the noble boy who was lost not too long ago. Yet she took the introduction with a smile. She seemed completely free of suspicions towards me. She was the first one in over a year to look at me without some sort of contempt or distrust in her eyes. If you hadn’t noticed yet, I fell head over heels for her.
The following month or so, I spent most of my time with her, restoring from my wound. The physical shock had driven the animal-like presence down into the deeper depths of his subconsciousness, whimpering in pain. No, for now I had my mind back, and for some reason, every time I looked into Dahlia’s eyes, every time I saw her smile, it drove the memories of madness and the guilt clouding me away for a short while. In that month, I was all smiles. I felt like the young man I should have been, not the monster I was.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, we found ourselves a bit out of town, in a large clearing in the surrounding forests. A small creek flowed through, and the sun reflected off the water. We were sitting on a small hill in the middle of the clearing, resting against the tree. It was warm, but I noticed her constantly shifting a little closer to me, until eventually she leaned against me. It wasn’t cold, not at all, so why was she sitting so close to me? I had only ever learned that you should get within a person’s space for warmth when it was cold. Body warmth helped better than clothes.
But, for some reason, and I don’t even know why, I put my arm around her, pulling her close. I had no idea what I was doing. My other hand moved to grip hers. I felt warm. Not just from having her close to me, but also a warm feeling, rising from the pit of my stomach up to my heart until it engulfed my entire body in a glowy, comfortable warmth. I was still oblivious of what was happening. I had never felt love, not in a way like that. I had loved my friends, but they were like brothers, not like this girl. I… It took me a month. A month to realize that I wanted to be with her. I had become lenient. The pain had started to vanish. My wound was healing and still no trace of the darkness. I hoped and thought that I was rid of it.
Her face came closer to mine, and I moved closer to hers. She smelled like flowers. Her breath was warm on my lips. She moved even closer. Both our eyes were closed, but by some strange instinct, both of us knew exactly what to do. Our lips locked, hands gripping each other tightly. We sat there for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. A bright blush matching my crimson eyes had spread across my cheeks. Her face was flushed, perhaps even brighter than mine. “S-Sindu… Was that… your first kiss?” she asked, her voice soft. I silently nodded. She smiled. “Mine too…” she whispered, and I smiled as well.
We simply sat there, still holding hands, her head against my chest. My heart was pounding like a drum, my head was spinning. Every breath filled my nose with that flowery scent. This was love, this was true love! It felt good. It felt incredibly good, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her like that. Alas, the gods are cruel. She had put trust in me. She loved me like I loved her. She shouldn’t have. My head felt like it was spinning harder, and it was no longer the kiss, no longer the silent, unspoken declaration of love. It was the darkness. It was back.
The next thing I knew… I was still sitting on the hill. Night had fallen. I opened my eyes, but even before I did I could smell it. The penetrant, unique smell of blood. Dahlia… She… What was left of her was scattered everywhere. I could even taste blood on my lips. Had it… Had it eaten her… her… I got up, got a single look of my surroundings, wobbled, and leaned against the tree. I had seen more blood. Had seen bodies ripped into more parts. But never, ever had it touched me as deeply as this. The girl I loved taken from me, and by who? By myself! Had it been anyone else I would have chased them down and ripped them to a thousand pieces, and for a moment I indeed felt like taking the sword that was laying a few meters away, unstained –the darkness had ripped her apart with its… with my bare hands- and plunging it into my heart to join my sweet Dahlia in the afterlife.
Instead, I rose to my feet. My face was the opposite of the loving blush of some hours ago. I was pale. I looked down at my hands. Long, bony fingers, like the hands of Death himself. I realized they weren’t made to hold, not made to love. They were the hands of death, for death was all they could deal. They were made to take life, not give love. To break, not to caress. My heart froze deeper than it had before, her death driving out the warmth she had given me. I decided never to love anyone anymore. Not like that. I would just hurt them. Do you realize now? Do you realize why I love none but myself? Love leads to death with me. My heart lies with Dahlia, in the afterworld. If you would tear open my chest, you would find a solid lump of ice. Every second I spend without her, it feels like my blood getting colder, until eventually, it will freeze solid in my veins.
I will never forget you, Dahlia. And one day, I will join you, and you will again be held in death’s embrace.
Account Name: Drame Character who will be Used:Alastor Piscala Submission:
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That ceiling, it... Doesn't look the same anymore, the glowing runes running along the edge of my eyes doesn't quite have the same good morning glow, the morning seems to have dropped its good as well, heck I don't even remember the night ending, I couldn't get a single seconds sleep, or so it feels, everything around me feels like a blur these days, like suddenly the world forgot I was a part of it and now I'm just... There, my stomach hurts lightly but not enough for me to be called sick, my body generally feels hollow and cold, even though I feel too warm from my cover. I take a deep, deep breath trying to do a little morning meditation but it just will not work, my body is dead, living, nothing. Even as I barely get myself out of bed I cannot get her voice out of my head, right now a feeling I've never had before is boring through my skull, I want to remember her forever, I want her back... But she won't come back, ever, will she? No probably not, so my body wants to forget to just go back when times were good, before her.... But I don't want to forget her, ever, I can't either. Her last smile, that last horrible painful yet somehow bittersweet moment still boring in my mind, the memory rather seeming to be in white and black than as it was, the rain running down her face and covering up her tears as her eyes slowly closed in front of me. I shake my head, I gotta get these thoughts out of my mind, I've spent the last 7 days in bed and today I cannot allow myself to just lie anymore... I look over the egde of my now much more boring bed than I ever thought it was, Shadow greeting me in an almost equally life-tired way, he slowly sliding outside the door and a tired tiny creek in the refrigirator door opens, soon I even hear the sound of something being made on a pain. The smell of food being cooked spreads throughout the room, the smell is nothing, or maybe its just me thats nothing. For a short second the memory of black smoke filling the room from burnt food spreads inside my mind, the laughing girl smiling at me, I am just about to smile a bit from the good feeling before my mentality brings forth a stinging sensation of reality, my chest hurting again. Today... Today isn't good... I wish I could let out some pain but it won't let me.
Even as I see a smiley face on my plate, two eggs and a piece of bacon, I can't smile, "Thanks... But I don't think today will be a day I smile..." I speak as I eat my food and drink my juice, it tastes boring, it tastes grey like everything around me is. As I finish I look over at Shadow who seems equally hit, if taking it a bit more maturely than I am, I think, I never really thought I'd see the day he was sad without a hinge of anger, a hinge of jealousy or a hinge of any other similar emotions.We both scuttle slowly around the room trying to simulate a normal boring day, but its not, its a grey day, a day I'll never be happy on. I can barely get my clothes on without Shadows help, not an attire I ever wish to wear again, black, white... grey... Too nice and too formal for what today is, I wan't to sneak on something more but I really cannot... I can't make myself put on anything normal, it reminds me of her, her sweet giggles as we both got dressed... It hurts so much, but it wont come out.
Trasking through the street with an umbrella slowly scrabing the ground I can see everyone around me, most...99% going on with their day, nothing to them changed, today everything for me changes, is changed, is done... Again time goes blurry and reality forgets me as I can see time speed up, my chest freezing and suddenly.. There I am... The casket slowly being lowered into the ground as several of my 'guildies' are around me, I get pats on the shoulder and hugs from the better friends, but as much as I get that slight feeling of people care its all gone in a second it will never be like her hugs... Her comforting, for a short second the casket stops and is opened so everone can pay their goodbyes, as I walk over I freeze fully, in total pain in every imaginable way as I see her face, why does it hurt so much?! I fall onto my knees in the wet lightly muddy dirt and feel like crying but I can't I yell and I yell as I slam on the part of the closed coffin "GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! ANYTHING! I WANT HER BACK!" Only a single tear comming forth as I can feel I loose control, black slugde seeming to drip from my body as a whisper inside of me is heard, a dark, snakes whisper, "You can have her, for a time, if I can have from you.." The being inside my head forming into a black snake in my hand, people around me not sure what to do as I just yell my accept back before my eyes burn, I accepted a term I should never have, any of the gods would cheat you out of something for little, For a second I can see her in front of me, I can see her smile and her waving happily at me, her classic attire there and not like the one in the casket, I try run and embrace her but as soon as I do I only get a single hug, that seems to last forever in my arms as a tear run down my face, it last forever and then its like it didn't last. And then its black, everything black, I can't see... I run my hands to my eyes but nothing can be seen. I finally realise the agreement I had made, ironic... I got to see her one last time, and then nothing more... Ever... The only things I can see now is through my link with Shadow, my own sight, gone. Without wanting to show anyone it, I get up, I view with Shadows sight, its hard not to wobble when you see yourself in third person, luckily he at least know what has happened, unable to stop me even if he would have denied me my last request. I stand back and try watch through Shadows eyes her casket going into the ground, it hurts to watch through these eyes again, she died while i watched like this... As everything is over I slowly walk home. Again, reality blurs but this time i at least cannot see it, Shadow guides me without making me have to see his vision, he knows it hurts too much.
As we get inside, I clutch my chest, I lost my vision, I lost her, I lost so much and it hurts, it hurts and I don't know why, why does it hurt this much?! For a short second 5 minutes pass in pain until I know Shadow is holding something, wanting me to take it... Clenching it in my hands I can feel it, smooth, round, for a short second i use Shadows eyes, like taking a peak at it, its... A pearl, one must have rolled under the couch from way back when we made her necklace, when I made her my official apprentice.. Finally the pain can come out, I cry, and I cry loudly, louder than i thought a boy could. I fall to my knees and clench the pearl against my chest, crying her name out loud. For every moment I kissed her lips and spoke of my affection for her, I now let go of a thousand times the opposite, the pain.
Oh god it hurts!, Oh gods I loved her! So much!. Why did they take her?!
Account Name: Shadiic Character who will be Used:Yovel Sebedeus Submission:
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Going into the world outside my forest was a surreal experience. There were so many new things I had learnt by with other people. It was strange though, some places were exactly like my tribe, but others were not. Well the smaller communities seemed familiar, I felt lost in the large and busy cities. I spent my entire life training to become a Druid, but there was one thing I never learnt. While I was growing up I had these strange feelings for others. It was like the feelings I had for my parents, but it felt like it could grow even more? What did this mean? I did not know, but I wanted to find out. Sometimes I would look at people, most of them I just glanced over, but one or two made me feel funny. My chest twinged in pain, but it wasn't pain. I wasn't sick; I wasn't injured so why did my heart feel this way. I didn't have a fever so why was my did my face become flushed? Why did I feel so hot? What are these feelings I feel when I see certain people.
I tried to figure out why was this happening. Was it with certain people? I kept notes on who made me feel this way, made me feel sick when I wasn't sick. It scared me. I don't know what was wrong with me. Each person was different from the last. Girls, boys, men and women, they all made my heart hurt, but differently. It made me confused. I didn't know what was going on. It was like everyone and then no one. I ask myself what is going on? These feelings are so strange. Maybe I should leave and stay in the forest for a bit. I think it was better to get away from all of these people. I just walked and walked, until I was deep in a nearby forest. The trees, the birds and the animals kept me company. It just felt like home. It was calm and relaxing and I felt at peace. I decided to stay in the forest for a few days so that my head can get around this.
So for the next few days I practiced my potion making skills and conducted experiments on different plants I had found. It was always good to find new plants as I never knew what they might hold. Something that might cure a disease? Or allow me to create a potion that can heal any wounds? Such things were a possibility and it was something I wanted to achieve. I wanted everyone to be proud when I came back on my journey. I want to show them what I had found. For a few days I was like this. Creating all sorts of potions, but most of them turned into duds. Stuff that had no effect at all or had the same effects as the ones I already had. So that was disappointing. Maybe I should go to another forest? Oh well, I think I'll go to sleep and I went to the shelter that I had made that day. Laying down I was thinking why I was in the forest in the forest in the first place and then I remember the town I had left. I was pretty tired so I think I feel asleep some time later.
I screamed. I screamed and woke up. I found myself drenched in sweat and disorientated. I was confused. There was so much going on, but it was just too much now. I brought my knees up to my chest and huddled. The dream. Why did I have that dream? My heart is pounding and why do I feel strange. My entire body seems to be different. I was dreaming about a person's face. I just couldn't get their face out of my mind. Why did their face stay in my mind? I didn't know why. Could they be using some magic on me? I need help. My body its strange. Every time my mind remembers their face, my body aches. I need to find help. And I was scared. I didn't know what was going on. I was fine for the last few days. But why now? What was going on. I wish someone was with me. I'm so confused. I couldn't get any more sleep that night. I was too scared to sleep of what might happen. Instead I huddled in my shelter waiting for sunrise.
When the sun rose, I packed up my stuff and left the forest. I was tired and sleepy, but I was terrified. I just kept running to the nearest town in hopes of finding a practitioner that might help me figure out what was going on. The villages were too small to have a practitioner and he might need the help of a mage. He wasn't sure why he was thinking of that person, but he had to make sure that he wasn't under a spell. Hours went by. Then before he knew it, it was nightfall again. But I didn't want to sleep. I was too scared. What would happen if I went back to sleep and my body was different again. The pain and strange feelings were all too much. It was overwhelming and I didn't know what to do. It was a long night, but I did not waver. I continued to stay awake the entire night. Keeping an eye out for whatever was happening around me. Maybe I could catch the person who was doing this to me.
It ended up an exhausting night. I would jump at every shaking bush. I would peer at every shadow. I just felt horrible when morning came. But I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. I continued running that day. Eventually I reached a town. It was big. Once I reached the entrance to the town. I felt so happy. I felt that maybe I was able to find help and answers to what was happening. The relief washed all over me and then I was falling. Why was I falling? I couldn't stop myself and I hit the ground. I must have hit my head because I vision was getting blurry. I couldn't stay awake. I could see people rushing over to me, but it seems I failed. I was so close. I just reached a town where I could get help, but it seems like I lost. They can do whatever they want to me in the dream. I'm too tired to fight back.
I don't know where I was. But as I opened my eyes, everything was fuzzy. All I could see was white. I tried to get up, but as I put my hand down, I realised I was on something soft. It felt comfortable, like a mattress from an inn. Then I heard a noise to my side and I looked over. It seemed to be a person who was writing something down. They noticed me and they walked over. I realised that I was in a bed as they approached my bedside and with a smile he asked how I was feeling. I replied that I was really hungry and thirsty and a bit dizzy and he laughed saying that I should be. I was asleep for three days already in a mini coma. I was alarmed to hear what he just said, but he told me to stay in bed while the nurse came with food. After that he would answer my questions. Once I was finishing eating tray after tray of food, I asked the practitioner what happened to me. It seemed that I collapsed at the entrance of town and was carried over to this clinic by some townsfolk. He then asked me why I was in such a state. It seemed like I hadn't slept for days and my body was malnourished. I then spent a good half hour explaining to the practitioner what had happened to me. The thoughts, the dreams and what had happened to my body.
After hearing my story, he sat back and chuckled to himself. I was confused to why he did that and he asked me how old I was. I told him I was fifteen and he sat forwards. He then went to tell me that the pain and the thoughts that I was having wasn't to do with the body being sick. It was something to do with the mind. I was scared as I was thinking there was something wrong with my brain? I grabbed my head in panic, but he said that it wasn't serious. He then went on to explain that it was natural. Everyone goes through this in this stage of their life. It's called LOVE. You may not understand it now, but accept it. It's natural.
What do I love? I never actually understood up until now. I’ve always just drifted by in life, dragging along a massive sword, a metal arm, guns, grenades, you name it. Yet, I’ve never found one thing that I have ever actually loved, in fact, have I ever loved? I wondered this as I stepped off of my boat, back in Hargeon at last. Over a year ago, this is where I came, and this is where my long stay in Fiore began. I came back from Caelum, finally, god did I hate that place; they bound and tried to use me like a damn slave. I shook my head, walking down the port, looking left and right, I was hoping that the universe would grace me with some kind of miracle; I hoped they would actually be here. No, they weren’t at the place I met them. Damn it Musa, and screw you Kojirou. I wanted to eat cake again, just like the old times.
Ah, back to the topic of love. It was only today, when I just stepped right off of that boat that I realised. I do actually love something, every time I thought of it, a smile spread across my lips, my heart started to race, I got excited, butterflies would rise up my stomach, and the lump in my throat wouldn’t go away no matter how much I had willed it to. The sweet aroma it gave off, the taste of it alone was enough to drive me crazy, and scooping up the juices with my tongue, there was nothing more pleasurable. There is one thing I love.
Cake. If there was one thing I could truly say that I loved, it would have to be cake, no, in fact anything sweet. I smiled, walking into the streets of Hargeon, it was winter, so the one thing I desired the most was a nice warm cake, the whole thing, not some paltry slice. I had waited too long. In fact, as I made my way towards the cake shop on the north side of town, I continued with my inner musings. Was it just cake I loved? No, it couldn’t be. I liked all sweet things, my tongue would literally vibrate when I sucked on a lollipop, when I bit into a chocolate bar, my whole body reverberated in nothing but pure pleasure, it was ecstasy, I have no other way to describe the feeling I get when I eat sweet foods.
I turned into the cake shop, the door opened with a loud ring, but I didn’t notice, there was a long queue to the counter, but instead of being polite like usual, I let my instinct drive me, pushing right through the line, the crowd gasping as I tore through, like a nice knife slicing through a rough steak. I’m huge, so I generally don’t meet much resistance. I slammed my hands on the counter hard, letting out a vicious, deafening roar like no other.
“Chocolate Cake, and I don’t mean a damn slice, I mean the whole damn thing, you got it?!” The nerdy clerk looked at me, nodding twice quickly and pressing a few buttons on the till. I slammed out my whole wallet, emptying all of the money I had in there. I generally carried a lot. Money was never an issue, since the mercenary agency I used to work for provided everything I needed, cash was just a bonus, I guess all the tough jobs paid off in the end because I’m stinking rich. Before I knew it, a box was presented in front of me, a whole chocolate cake, just for me. Snatching the box away like a selfish wolf, I dashed to the corner of the room and sat at a table.
I opened the box slowly. It was beautiful, it was warm, a sweet aroma shot forth up into my nostrils and again the pure state of bliss, much like a meditative trance enticed me. No knives and forks, this was a face to cake job. I slammed my face into the cake, biting rapidly, chewing, and chunks of cake falling back into the box from where I had been chewing so vigorously that half eaten chunks had slipped out of my mouth. My nose and forehead were literally splatted in white frosting, but god, was it good. All I thought about was more, and when I had finished, I just stared at the box, full of half eaten chunks, though the majority of the cake was in my stomach.
I leaned back in the chair and lit a cigarette, damn, I really did love cake. Putting it into my mouth I took a long drag, closing my eyes. This felt nice too, I loved cigarettes, in all their death-sticky goodness, perfect with cake, but not as good as alcohol. I suppose I love these things too, love is when you don’t want to let something go, right? Well I love cake then, I could never let that go, and I must love alcohol because I’m practically an alcoholic, and I’m also addicted to cigarettes, I just can’t let those go so easily, so by definition, that’s love, right? I took a napkin and wiped my face, god, it was covered in its entirety, I must have looked a fool, I didn’t care though, I always do anyway.
I stood up and just left, letting the sloppy remains of the cake stand on the table as I left, having probably given the clerk far too many jewels, maybe in the few thousand range for a crappy 500 Jewel cake. It wasn’t even that good. I let out a sigh as I walked back out into the frosty town, my feet crunching against the snow. So, by definition, if this lack of willingness to let go was love, why did I feel so unsatisfied? It’s not like I can just hide from my feelings. Perhaps this isn’t really love then? Love is confusing, I know that for sure. I let out another sigh, the air shooting out as white smoke, not my cigarette; I forget the name of it. It’s not like I had time to take science class when my dad was kicking my ass every other night.
I flicked the cigarette away so easily, like kicking the bucket on it. So it wasn’t love? I just dropped it so easily like before? Argh, god damn it! Why am I thinking about this bull crap today of all days? This was the worst day of the year! All I want to do is relax, and just clear my mind, but how can I be expected to do that when I’m reminded almost near constantly? The posters, the signs, god damn valentines you cruel commercial son of a bitch! I looked at a shop window, a poster said ‘Buy a gift for your love today’. Reality was a taunting bitch, I slammed my automail hard into the glass, piercing both the window and the poster, the alarm of the store went off, and I bolted again.
I sat there, in the corner of an alley for a good two hours, almost expressionless. What the hell was I thinking A? Am I really this jealous? Of course I know what it is, a man of my age surely knows what it is, I’m just creating multiple veneers so I can just make myself seem like a heartless cruel son of a bitch but we all know that isn’t true! You understood that A, and although you’re gone now, I have a feeling you’re the one that set this all up today, even from the grave you still affect my puny little life, witch. I stood up, it should have been safe now, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t seen at all, if I was then oh well, I had enough to cover the damages anyway, of course I did. I wandered through the streets, my eyes a raw red, a lump in my throat. I want more cake.
Account Name: Hasaki Ryo Character who will be Used:Ryo Hasaki Submission:
Submission
Love, the strongest emotion of all. The emotion that can over power every other emotion and even logic it self. I can only say I felt love once, and perhaps thats the only time I will ever experince it. Let me tell you about the girl who I love so much that I quite literally live for her now.
Ya see back when I was a young'n I was apprenticing blacksmithing under my father in my home town. It was a small village that didn't get alot of traffic thru it, but when it did it was all merchants and mercenaries. We would see some of them knights once in'a while but they never paid much attention to us. It was a cloudly day, rain was coming down in buckets and I remember it was hard to see a few feet from your face, but when i saw her it was like the sun broke thru the clouds and everything just glowed and shined.
She was the daughter of a merchant that was coming to make a deal with one of our vendors. The usual guy got laid in a ditch by some bandits a month prior so this was their first time to my village. Their wagon broke down not far outside the village some mug slipped the wheel off and they couldn't get back on. My father and I were asked to head on out there and help them out, I remember dreading the idea of having to work in the rain and mud but went along for the experince.
When we got there it was still down pouring and they were hunkered down under a blanket they laid atop the wagon. The merchant was a exciteable sort and wouldn't stop talking much longer to take a breath. However when we started to lift the wagon up so we could put the wheel back in place out she came. Her dark black hair and concerned look stunned me in place. I must have stoof there a good bit because my father yelled at me to get'a moving while he was holding the wagon up.
I didn't listen much thou as instead I wave to the girl real shy like before telling her my name. She would giggle a bit and that laugh, that laugh felt like it lifted my to the clouds, she would point out the wagon was heavy. It was around that time i realized i should probably toss the wheel on before my pop decied to use my like a work house to keep the wagon up.
We got the wagon a moving not to long after that, better yet they ended up staying with us! The next morning she found me doing my usual practice work out in the back yard, I was swinging my sword away while doing my leg exercises. I've never known how long she sat there and watched me practice before starting to giggle, but I'd like to think she wasn't there too long. She asked me exactly what I was doing and i just couldn't help but blab and run my mouth to her about how I wanted to become the greatest swordsman in Fiore, how I'd beat anyone who tried to stop me from getting to the top, and how I'd either make or find the strongest swords in Fiore!
She was the first not to laugh at that bit. I remember she just smiled the whole time her eyes sparkling with intrigue as i explained and told her everything. When I was done blabbing partly because she hadn't said a word the whole time she would put her hands on my shoulders and kiss me on the cheek with a playful smile and tell me something I will never forget "With that kind of determination I'm sure your dream will take flight to the stars." It was those words that made my heart take flight higher then ever before.
She would tell me about her dream to join a mage's guild and become a top mage in that guild, along with showing me a few summons she had already gotten thru trade with her fathers friends. It was interesting to see one was some dog thing with a carrot looking nose and the other was some kind of talking book, but I certainly hadn't seen nothing like it before!
The next few months she would visit every few weeks watching me train and work in the smithty. When i wasn't working or training she would show off her latest spell and try to show me some tricks, those always ended up being more like jokes. I'd always end up using to much power on something and it would blow up or fizzle out, but every time she would just giggle and sarcasticly tell me I was going to be a master mage at the rate i was going.
We spent every few weeks together for the longest time, we would go on picnics and I'd make her jewery she would always say was prettier then anything she had ever seen. Things wouldn't last thou, bandits and dark mages raided my village when she was gone one day. Rounded up the townfolk like cattle, took everything from us, killed any that fought back, and those they didn't kill they sold off to some bunch.
I wouldn't see Akio for many years after that, her smile was the only thing that kept me alive I think when I was working in the mines for them Dragon Fang folk. That didn't matter much thou, she never stopped loving me for a minute, she found me in them mines, broke me free along with some others, no sooner was I free thou, her live ended. I watched her try to defend me against one of them Dragon Fang mages only to see her body burnt to a crisp, that smile, that light that kept me going snuffed out and turned to nothing but burnt flesh and ash...I didn't let that mage or anyone else stop me after that, I made it out of that place half dead with nothing but revenge fueling me. I swore to her as we both laid on the ground that I'd become a great mage in her place, that I'd get revenge on the people that stole our life from us, and that I'd make her proud with my skills as a swordsman.
Since Akio not a soul has made me feel the same as she has, I distanced myself from woman and such, seeing lust and the like not worth its while, If Im'a ever feel love again, I'd best be something real and true, not some one night of surface love.
What's even the meaning life anyway? I figured it was about stepping, being a man and handling your own - what's love got to do with that? There's an etiquette, there's standards; bare minimums. That L-word... it's just a gate way to a horde of crazy and chaos. *Sigh* I don't know... I guess, on the way to being number one there might be a few girls out there who get hot for me, and who knows I might slow down my destiny enough to chill with one or two. But this is no easy job; keeping relevant, to keep idolised - and I'm not just doing it for my own sake. It's for my people. For those who were bullied and stepped on, I want people to see how I took my lineage of being an Ainu "Forerunner" to being a Fiore Transporter and say to themselves - "I want to reinvent myself to be cool just like Hiryu did!".
Yeah.
All for the people.
If you wanna talk about love, I guess that's what I see in my family, you know, love my pops, love my ma, it's all good. Erm... the guild - you know, I'll admit at first I didn't see it in the same family ideal that a lot of the other cats did but... I'm still here so it is growing on me. It's corny, but then my biological folks or corny so at least there's consistency. But apart from that, when I think of love, the apex of positive emotion, I can only think of myself; not as I am now though. I 'love' the ideal me I'm striving toward. I love the image, the goal of self improvement I'm utilising every moment of my life to create.
I don't like the present me too much. I'm not that big a fan. I feel I'm lacking in a lot of areas; in my magic, in my transporting ability, in the state of my rep. I can talk it up; talk it up real easy too, but it's been really had to back it up. So, no, present Hiryu does not get a vote of confidence. But that's okay, that's good even, since that means I'm not complacent, I'm not satiated with where I'm at.
And even if I did think I was pretty legit, the flak I get from the other Fairy Tail members would spare me no feelings. Don't get me wrong. I'm not worried about the fact the don't like me - that's natural haterade you perspire when in the presence of awesome. It's only going to get worse as I get more awesome. But they don't respect me. That's the issue.
I got to speak with Guild Master Silver about all this and he said 'The guild ready to accept you as soon as you can accept yourself. When you can love and be proud of who you are, the guild will love and be proud of you too.'
I don't know what kind of oriental fortune cookie bullsh-
...It's pretty lame though. He's constantly trying to warn me about how much other guild guys do not like me - it's not important. What's important, is that I don't care. I know why they hate me, why they spite me, curse me and judge me; they think I'm weak. They sense it in every slip up, every fall I make. That's why I know to love myself - not in a weird way - I mean emotionally. I don't like who I currently am. I'm not comfortable or complacent. But I love myself enough to push myself, to try and be better, stronger, cooler. Not for anyone else's sake - for my sake.