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| heiner777 | Jun 13 2016, 03:42 PM Post #41 | ||||
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"Sapientia Sola Libertas Est"
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Although Vento appreciated the lengths Tsuna went to just so she could relieve him of his pain and clean his wound, the scholar could not help but feel utter remorse for him allowing the red-head her chance to go first. The expression of utter despair and contempt was etched on his face, blatant evidence of the scholar’s inability to comprehend the reason for Tsuna’s unnecessary selflessness that bordered on martyrdom. She could have wished for anything at all, and she should have done so if Vento was asked; however, beyond his expectations, she instead went ahead and made a wish for his sake. It was the height of stupidity in his eyes. “What in the world did you do, you imbecile,” he grunted, rubbing his head in total chagrin. “That was your best chance to fix your life up, wish for anything you wanted, but you wasted it for the sake of someone you just met only yesterday. Why go so far for me; I never asked you to do such a thing. Is it really that hard for you to act selfishly for once in your miserable life, you dolt?!” he chastised. He wanted Tsuna to have the opportunity to change her life for the better, but instead, she chose to live out her current one as if throwing away the chance to begin again. Once the anger subsided and Vento’s cool-headedness returned, the raven-haired scholar turned to the hooded figure with a sigh, yet one accompanied with a smile. “Well, as she said, you have no choice but to grant this wish,” he said, mentioning Tsuna’s earlier emphasis. “With that, I wish that you would be able to be reunited with the one you love, wherever she may be.” As soon as those words left his lips, the hooded man could not help but shed tears from behind the secrecy of his veil. After lifetimes of waiting for a miracle, his deliverance came not from his own work, but from the charity of two strangers who had no other reason to help him out apart from the act of goodwill, even if their reasons were different. Vento simply wanted to give a fellow scholar a simple gift to show that he enjoyed talking with him; Tsuna, on the other hand, wanted to be appreciated for her action and gave Vento’s own wish an air of authority that even the Genie’s Lamp could not defy. It was a paradox in and of itself – it terminated a contract to preserve a contract; if anything, it was the first wish of its kind. In light of the command from the worthy, the powers of the Genie’s Lamp conspired to grant both Tsuna and Vento’s combined wish as a brilliant light engulfed the hooded man’s body before it scattered his form to the wind like thousands of cherry blossoms. Before he disappeared, however, he thanked the two and thereafter mouthed his own ‘wish’ to the two, it becoming a legacy to both the two youngsters whom he left behind. His service, after all, still held value; and in giving his ‘wish’ – whatever it was – to the both of them, it had inadvertently completed the circle of goodwill. Good deeds, after all, should never go unrewarded. Beyond the notice of anyone, a solitary grain of light flew out from Tsuna’s own bracelet and joined the flurry of petals into the wide open sky. It seemed that it, too, had somehow completed its own function and now joined the spirit in its freedom. This is not a story heard from someone, but rather, it is the answer to a small prayer directed at the stars and the miracle that happened beyond all expectations; against all hope; against all fate. As the warrior that guarded the Genie’s Lamp for a hundred lifetimes and more dissipated into flickers of light like a thousand windswept cherry blossoms, his last moments in the world of the living after hundreds of years were of the two youngsters who had unwittingly become the spider’s thread of loneliness and solitude. Words could not express his gratitude to the two who, with their combined efforts, managed to do what even he thought was impossible – a ‘wish’ that even he, in all his accumulated strength, could not grant to himself. “Thank you,” he said in a distorted voice, yet despite it, the words of thanks reverberated inside Vento’s soul and even he could feel a small glimmer of contentment from what he had done. There was nothing holding him back now – the spirit was finally free. In the vast ocean of ‘eternity’, the warrior’s body floated as if carried by invisible waves; as they did, he pondered on his life as they gently guided him to the place where he belonged. It was certainly a long journey; the time spent, the ideals pursued, and the dreams that became realities, he all took them head-on. Whatever the path, whatever the obstacle, he never retreated nor surrendered – the numberless scars on his body proved that. Struggles, confusion, and despair were etched into those moon-silver eyes, and yet despite them, the solitary warrior continued on his long and lonely road that stretched on into the future, seemingly without end. It is impossible for something eternal to exist in the material world, for even a sword of peerless quality gets dull and rusted with constant use. Machines, bodies, and even spirits are all alike in this manner – everything in the world will get damaged over time; that is the reality in which all things are born to until the day they return to the World of Forms beyond what their eyes can see. Even that warrior’s heart – that had once been iron with resolve – turned to glass when he realized this after the passing of years; yet even so, he steeled his resolve despite everything that has happened in preparation for the things that will happen. It was the only way to stay sane. As time inevitably passed on, the flicker of hope that once burned in his chest gave way to crushing disappointment; his once noble ideals becoming a tiring duty. The reality he saw reflected in the sun-kissed smile from the woman he loved can no longer be seen, gone along with her form, all snatched away by the ceaseless march of the clock and merciless tides of fate that had condemned him to an existence that was no better than a hell of solitude that asked nothing in return. He had no one and nothing now, just a duty that he could not escape from – a contract-bound duty that he had grown to hate; that is, after all, the normal mentality for anyone who was human. In the darkest pits of his own despair, he heard a familiar voice call out to him after countless generations of silence. ‘I want to see you,’ she said, ‘it does not matter how long I have to wait; I want to see you again, no matter what’. ‘That was impossible,’ he replied, ‘the distance makes it impossible. The realization of that dream is impossible. For it to become possible, it would entail that one would need to wait endlessly while the other would pursue endlessly – you cannot ask that of me nor can I ask that of you.’ The voice adamantly rebuked his statement. ‘I do not care; I will continue to wait for you, so please, do not give up. I will always be waiting.’ Then silence. Old thoughts and feelings slowly bubbled up after the discourse as a realization of the impossibility of their dream bore down on him like a boulder. Nevertheless, despite this, the small joy of being able to hear her voice again gave the old warrior enough of a reason to go on, for if she was willing to patiently endure, he could not allow himself to lag behind. He scoffed at his own weakness and thought of when the woman managed to surpass him in terms of mental fortitude. Even if there was no hope of making it come true, that it was the same as wishing upon it to the stars in the hopes of having a wish granted, he would continue. For her sake, he would continue existing in this hell. And then, to both him and to her, a long time passed, until finally, the long awaited reunion had finally come thanks wholly from two ‘miracles’ that came to pass in the warrior’s very own words from long ago – one brought by one who eternally pursued and one brought by one who eternally waited. Softly, when the sensation of floating finally stopped, the black-haired warrior’s moon-silver eyes opened to a canopy of green leaves that danced with the wind as fingers of sunlight cascaded over the trees to create a picturesque scene of a forest bathed in morning light. His eyes had already been accustomed to lavender trees and odd-colored flowers, so in returning to the verdant green of the woods, he felt centuries of nostalgia spill forth which made him feel young again. He was not certain of the place, the length of time he had traveled through the endless sea of nothingness, yet he felt at peace as he finally let down the heavy burden he had carried on his shoulders, finally letting his body rest amidst the heavenly surroundings. Exploring the dense woodland, the warrior finally came across a great meadow that stretched as far as the eye could see. The field of view was clear and as broad as the vast blue sky that soared above, and scenery that removed the heavy shackles of his past suffering in the rolling hills and the wavering grassland blowing in the wind. Steadily the warrior’s mood returned to how it was back then, thinking about the unstated agreement that occurred in his dark reverie. That fantasy brought about by despair, of hope, and of a fierce wish that had at once time seemed to have been impossible. He looked up at the azure sky, feeling the same wind – soon, he knew, he would see her, finally. The warrior wandered further into the greenery until he came upon a familiar shadow that made his heart skip a beat as the tears which were forced back fell at last from his glossy eyes. The woman, too, turned around in all her elegant beauty – her blonde hair held back with a kanzashi which framed her smiling face and blue eyes that reflected his form in the grassland, wet with tears yet still tried to retain some air of dignity if only to compliment her flowing hikizuri. Even the scar that ran across her forehead and down her left eye did not mar the angelic beauty that stood before him to greet him at his journey’s end; yet even if it did, it was that imperfection which made her perfect in his eyes. Once the tears stopped and the woman calmed herself down, she started her speech, still unable to remember the last time her breath was disrupted this hard as if she returned to being a young girl as she was back then. “You took your sweet time getting here; how many times did you think I was wishing up to the stars ‘I want to see him’, ‘I want to see him’ over and over again?” she accosted in feigned annoyance. Eventually, her ‘strong’ façade gave way to her true feelings as the woman slowly tilted her head down. “I know it had been a long time since I left you alone, but I never once left your side. I continued to watch you from afar even after I died, disguising myself as an old peddler and selling good luck charms filled with my love that nobody bought until now, hoping against all hope that my sentiments would call out to you. I did not want to reveal myself since I did not want to ruin your mission, but I wanted to you to know that I love you and will wait for you. I… wanted to…,” she stopped, at a loss for words as the tears rolled down once more. The warrior allowed himself a smile at his beloved’s words, realizing that it was her ‘feelings’ that led him to appear to Vento as an old man and allowed him to guide the raven-haired scholar onto the right path to complete the Genie’s Lamp and, in effect, lead him to his own salvation. At that point, that which had once stopped once more began to beat and pump, the cracks in his glass heart disappearing and reforming into a new shape. This time, however, it was no longer made of glass that could easily be shattered; rather, it was now of iron once more – a sword – and now it had finally found the sheath where it belonged to. Feelings long thought lost gushed out from his chest; he wanted to tell her thousands of words and more to express his sentiments, but in the end, only one line choked out of his throat. How much he had made her wait, how long and arduous his journey was – none of that mattered, no longer important. Things that happened in their lives, dying, and waiting eternally for the other, and the precious thing that was left after everything had been said and done; the hope that lay at the end of despair and the morning sun that rose after the long, cold night. The blonde woman’s smile was that – ‘Happiness’; that youthful simplicity he had yearned for so long was finally his again. “I am back, Hisoka,” he said; the name rolling off his lips like honey, as if the centuries of waiting had never happened and what was beginning at that point in time was only a continuation of those precious days they had enjoyed long in the past. Hisoka’s footsteps on the ground were light as the young woman with the quivering smile and shaking body walked closer to the silver-eyed figure she had been waiting so long for. All previous thoughts and plans lost in a sea of sentiments, all replaced by a one simple desire she had harbored since the day she wished for the impossible. “Yes – welcome back, Shura.” A wish, centuries in the making, finally announced its end here. Shura, finally, was home. Back in the real world, the morning sun finally rose upon the deep woodland of Lavender Forest, the night’s events feeling like a distant, but pleasant memory. Things were lost, but more important things were gained as a result; and in that paradox, Vento, to his own admission, allowed himself to cede to the fact that, although not to his exact intentions, Tsuna lived up to his expectations where it counted the most, just as he had said of her. It still annoyed him that she wasted her wish for his sake, but in the end, it ensured that his own wish was granted in return. Before he risked any kind of sentiment from flowing out as a result of the events that had come to pass, Vento turned away from the scene and walked back to what was left of their campsite. It was tattered and messy, yet with it were memories both terrifying and unforgettable which made the young scholar thank the heavens for allowing him an opportunity to learn more about himself, of others, and of the world. He expressed his gratitude in silence as he heaved his backpack over his good left arm and slung it over his shoulder. “Come on, Tsuna; we are wasting daylight – again,” he said in usual arctic tone as if nothing had ever changed between them. “I expect you to do your part this time around; no more running away, or I will kill you myself. We came here to conquer the Genie’s Lamp, not the Cave of Wonders. Hurry up or those guys from Fairy Tail would beat us to the lacrima inside the cave!” Just as he began to walk back to civilization, he paused mid-stride and partially turned his head back to Tsuna’s direction. “By the way… you did well. Good job, Tsuna; keep it up.” And with that – with those rare words of praise – the night ends and a new day under the morning sun begins. High above the clouds, behind the veil of blue sky and sunlight, the silent witnesses to the small miracle that had happened on one unforgettable night deep in the Lavender Woods expressed their praise to the two humans who did what only they thought only they could do; and thus, while it may be beyond the sight and knowledge of man, the stars of Custodes shone just a bit brighter than they ever did before. [Exit to ‘The Man From Neo Cortex’] Edited by heiner777, Jun 13 2016, 04:19 PM.
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| Mariko | Jun 13 2016, 06:33 PM Post #42 | ||||
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Phck.
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The vermillion-haired heiress did not bow her head when the raven-haired scholar expressed his displeasure with the wish she made. She also, for the first time, did not apologize for the supposed stupidity she had committed. To her mind, it was the best wish she could ask for. If Vento could not understand why she did not have the heart to be selfish, Tsuna on the other hand could not comprehend why it was hard for him to understand that his happiness mattered. Sure, the wish could bring back the wealth she had before, and finally she would be out of the streets and back to the comforts of a well-built mansion, but if Vento's wish would fail and lose his own entitlement would that make both of them happy? No. The girl would be plagued with guilt seeing that he was upset and could never bring back a wish that was lost. Besides, to her mind there were still other ways to attain riches. All a person needed was hardwork and the right opportunity. That would still come to her lifetime, she was still young. Moreover, the riches of the Kushinada household was still in existent in Crocus --- she could not just access it as it would put her life in danger, and she had no means to retrieve it yet. Further, her months of stay in the streets made her realize something: there were things money could not buy. Such as this moment. When his head was finally cooled, Vento wished that the hooded guardian of the Cave of Wonders be reunited with his lover. The granter of wishes could not decline to this because of Tsuna's emphasis on bringing to life whatever the man's wish was. This only made Tsuna smile wide in glee and felt that she made the right decision. Vento's and Tsuna's wishes worked in harmony; together they would set free a once human entity, and give him the life he deserved with his beloved after an eternity of suffering. Finally, he who pursued for generations in a seemingly unending loop of misery and hopelessness would hold the hand of the one who waited for life and beyond --- she who every night begged to the stars to bring back the man who was her world. Money could not buy this kind of love. All the riches in the world could not grant the desire to be given a second chance with the person you love. To Tsuna, her wish was not in vain. Soon light had engulfed the man who endured the hardship of his duty for centuries. With teary eyes and a smile on her face the heiress watched as he was set free to the clouds as beautiful delicate petals of the cherry blossoms. She raced her hand up to the sky and waved, her voice crackling as she bade the man farewell. "Goodbye good sir! Goodbye! I hope you two stay by each other's side from now and beyond! Please be happy! Goodbye sir! Thank you!" Tsuna raised with the wind and the petals, still waving her hands until the last of it was beyond her sight. Then a question emerged from the nothingness inside her head: when will a love as great as theirs come to her life, a love that was willing to pursue, willing to wait, willing to sacrifice? It sounded impossible considering her circumstances. In this reality a love that transcends life and death could only be witnessed in plays and books as people had changed drastically and viewed love as something fickle, but if these two ill-fated lovers from centuries ago were given a miracle to defy the inconceivable, how much more someone in the present world who was much alive? Once she could not see a single petal, Tsuna decided to collect the pieces of Vento's right arm, placing them carefully on the damp shirt. She would not let the symbol of his sacrifice be just eaten by hungry wolves once they leave their spot. When she was to get the last of his fingers, Vento's usual arctic tone resonated the area, telling her to hurry. “I expect you to do your part this time around; no more running away, or I will kill you myself. We came here to conquer the Genie’s Lamp, not the Cave of Wonders. Hurry up or those guys from Fairy Tail would beat us to the lacrima inside the cave!” "Wow you're so harsh!" Tsuna exclaimed as she tried to catch up with him, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her right shoulder. "Conquer what?! Are you really this heartless? You won't even give us a time to rest? Aaaaaah!" Tsuna walked beside Vento, and finally heard from him the words she had been wanting to hear since the start of the day yesterday. His words renewed her energy, and fortified the loyalty she had for him. Seemed that everything was back to normal. This is not just a simple story told to someone. This is a story of a love that defied all odds... love that remained true despite the hardships... A love that never gave up and was realized because of believing in miracles... There was not a single day or night that she did not stand on the same spot beseeching the stars to grant her only desire: 'I want to see him. I want to see him.' There was never a single day or night that she did not stand there waiting, hoping, that one day the familiar clanking of boots would overcome her hearing, that when she turned the familiar cowled image would finally be standing in front of her. True, for how many times she had gone waried as humans were prone to such feelings, but she guarded her heart to the best she could, to not give in to such negativity for his sake... because if she faltered, he -- who was heavily laden by the contract --- would falter as well. It had been known to the two of them even before that she was his strength, hence she could not be weak. She had promised to be his guiding light in the ocean of misery and solitude, thus she could not let her light to dim. For his sake, all for that chance to hold him close, she needed to be resilient. And that she remained. For centuries only the breeze in this verdant meadow which once they shared was the one to embrace her, forcing her mind to a make-believe reality that the cold touch of the wind was her lover's arms. The same wind would be sent down to where he was, hoping that he would feel her presence wherever he was. For centuries, the bright rays of the sun were the ones that twined with her own, and then she would send them down to where he was hoping that his hands would feel her warmth, hoping that he would never forget how her hands would fit his perfectly. For centuries, her cerulean orbs would gaze at the moon, and would send the same down to earth hoping he would take some time to look at it so that even indirectly their eyes could meet. For centuries.... And finally... the long wait was over. As her eyes were set to the horizon, petals of cherry blossom graced her delicate hand. A soft smile etched on her face, her eyes watery while her heart raced. The air filled with the musk that could only be identified to him. She turned, her hikizuri flowing seamlessly in her movements. Her cerulean eyes pierced through the thickness of his hood to meet the moon-silver eyes, those pair that was uniquely his, those pair that made her fall for him. Tears flooded down her cheeks. 'Finally...' She had never felt this much alive. “You took your sweet time getting here; how many times did you think I was wishing up to the stars ‘I want to see him’, ‘I want to see him’ over and over again?” she feigned annoyance once her tears finally stopped. She pulled her head down, trying to fight the emotions as he did not need to see the tears. “I know it had been a long time since I left you alone, but I never once left your side. I continued to watch you from afar even after I died, disguising myself as an old peddler and selling good luck charms filled with my love that nobody bought until now, hoping against all hope that my sentiments would call out to you. I did not want to reveal myself since I did not want to ruin your mission, but I wanted to you to know that I love you and will wait for you. I… wanted to…,” she stopped, at a loss for words as the tears rolled down once more. She was still like before, unable to hide her emotions. Soon, she pulled her hand and with the sleeve of her hikizuri she wiped away the beads that kept on dropping down her eyes, just like how she used a hundred and more years prior. Afterwards, she smiled as bright as she did in her youth. All the harships did not matter anymore, as finally ---- “I am back, Hisoka." Body trembling in both happiness and longing, Hisoka neared the man whom she waited for forever. All previous thoughts and plans lost in a sea of sentiments, all replaced by a one simple desire she had harbored since the day she wished for the impossible. “Yes – welcome back, Shura.” Her trembling hands held his cowl and slowly took it off his head, shadows leaving, an angelic visage cast on her eyes. His raven hair gently danced to the breeze. His moon-silver eyes... once more she got lost in those moon-silver eyes... This was not a dream anymore. Then, she wrapped her arms around him like it was the first time ---- an embrace a hundred years in the making. The ship has reached the shore. Shura, finally, was home. [Exit to Man From Neo Cortex. End of Thread.] Edited by Mariko, Jun 13 2016, 11:59 PM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Jun 14 2016, 12:35 AM Post #43 | ||||
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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6 SP 1,300,000 Jewels each Color me impressed with both getting a 60% bonus here. If either of you want to thread, look me up. Well done. This topic has been completed and graded by our staff, now been resolved, it is therefore closed and move to our library. This is an automatic message. Edited by Inara Serra, Jun 14 2016, 12:38 AM.
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