Post by Wulfi on Jul 17, 2008 5:01:34 GMT -5
Finally, I'm back, and procrastinating. *does not want to write chapter 4 of Innocent Revival on ff.net because it feels too filler-y* So basically, I'm planning on this story to have about six or seven chapters explaining what's been happening with my characters since I left. I hope you'll like this, because this will basically tie a lot of loose ends and shock you at some points. So please, do enjoy. *bows*
NOTE: I had to write this. I was feeling teh angst. =P
CLAIMER: I CLAIM THEM ALL!!! RAWR!!! D:<
Title: Where We Are Now
Rating: T+
Chapter: 1 of 7 (subject to change)
Words: 1,529
Chapter One: Nowadays
All it ever did was rain, nowadays. The sun was veiled by a shield of storm gray, a wool blanket over the warmth being denied to the earth. The plains were soaked, absent of the smiling light behind pale walls of endless, never-changing gray. A lone home stood alone on these plains which were becoming quite marsh-like. It was quaint, a small cottage in a sea of green, rolling hills appearing every so often and providing waves for this ever-stretching landscape. The home remained unaffected by such waves, however, and stood as it always had.
Inside the once-lively house was darkness. The only light was from the windows, the gray dimness that was the afternoon. There were much less people occupying the home than before, and the atmosphere around the remaining residents was dull. The air was dead around them, oh so fitting. It seemed as if the life had left them along with the house.
In front of the window in the parlor was a young man, possibly seventeen years of age. He seemed weak, frail, and the serene smile on his lips could not be undone. The pallor of this man was shocking, appearing as though he hadn't seen sunlight it years. His eyes, light green and shadowed by motionless lids, were dull. His breaths were shallow, barely giving his chest a rise at all. A dust-covered table for guests sat to his right, along with unused chairs. Nothing occupied the space at his left. Only a wall stand no more than two yards from him. He sat nearly motionless in his wheelchair, back facing the three-thirty sun that hid behind a constant sky-bound obstruction.
Across from him, another male sat on the cold floor with his back on the slightly-peeling wall. His slouch made him appear to be either fatigued or in a drunken half-sleep, but it was unclear as to why he sat this way. His eyes, identical to the ill male's own, were a dead lime green, the slits widened from the darkness his heavy lids gave. One knee was up, the other down, leg stretched out lazily. His arms lay limp at his sides.
He heard everything his brother did. Each breath, each blink, each unconscious twitch or flick of an ear was heard by his heightened senses. It looked as if he didn't care for anything in this world, but that, in fact, was all he did with his life.
He cared. He didn't show it half the time, but he cared.
And if he had cared more, consequences could have been avoided.
The hiss of the rain was nothing in his two sets of ears. All he heard was silence in the background, nothing but the actions of his dear, fragile brother.
"...Excuse me," came a hoarse, light voice, a voice which used to be velvet. It cracked from lack of use.
The floor-bound male's left cat ear twitched in a flick-like motion, not excepting to hear a noise so different from the volume of the little things he kept his attention on. The rest of him didn't move, though his eyelids lifted only a fraction, eyes still kept to the hardwood floor, powdered with dust.
"...Who are you...?"
The male in question bit his lip, eyes shutting as he begged the tears not to come. He took a deep breath, and answered after calming himself. "I'm Kaitai. Neo Kaitai." His own voice sounded foreign to him, being left unused for so long. The bottoms of his eyes burned, the soft watery glaze of tears starting to die down, returning his eyes to their normal neutral status.
And I'm your brother, he longed to say, but he couldn't bring the words to his throat; they were caught on the emotion that swelled within it. Instead, he waited for a reply, and soon it came.
He had paused, as if the name rang some sort of ancient, timely bell, but alas, no such bell went off. "Oh..." he trailed off, nearly-lifeless eyes on the half-shadowed young man, the same age as himself. It was as if he was looking in a mirror, an old, cracked, fingerprint-coated mirror. The image was familiar, but he didn't know why. As far as he knew, he'd never even looked in a mirror before. He knew nothing of the dark, navy blue hair or of how mused it was, how short it might be, or how it was combed back or possibly styled straight downwards. He knew not if that jawline, ever so stressed yet oh so indifferent to the happenings of the world, was in fact a reflection of his own.
He said nothing for a brief period of time, yet the other man couldn't measure it at all. All forms of time felt the same to him, nowadays.
And then the tranquility was broken once more by a voice glazed with innocence, yet a certain tone that set him apart from beings attached to this world. It was as if he wasn't mentally there anymore. Overall, he was quite remote, quite distant from the world of today and even further from the world of yesterday and all of its would have beens and should have beens.
"What are we doing?" His voice was so light, yet it seemed to fill even the lonely crevices of the void room.
A pause, and then a reply from the man on the floor.
"We're waiting to die."
Surprisingly, the brother in the wheelchair didn't respond how he thought he would. How would someone respond to that, anyway?
The eccentric male's eyes slowly became wider, yet not quite as alive as they used to be. "Huh," he mused, voice slightly impressed. "Is that so?"
For the first time in what may have been ages, Kaitai lifted his head to look at his younger twin brother, his own eyes just as wide as the other's. What lay in his eyes was awe, yet the teenager in the wheelchair had eyes filled with a certain emotion that he couldn't place his finger on. It seemed as if he took the information in, was slightly startled by it, then came to a realization.
However, the realization stuck in his slitted eyes and refused to fade away.
This lit a small flame of hope within the older brother as they stared at one another, eyes completely alike. Irises wavered gently, and Kaitai felt as if his heart would give out from the intensity of its beating.
Kaitai awaited more from the younger, and his next words left him feeling more like he'd been shot than if he'd been blessed.
"So I'm dying?"
Kaitai stuttered, blinking his wide eyes in confusion, eyebrows up and unmoving as he sat up more and put all his weight against the wall behind him. His eyelids drooped again once he realized that his brother, still, had no idea of their relation.
He lifted his arm, a task he had left be for so long, and ran his fingers through his hair. It was coarse from lack of proper washing. He scratched his scalp, massaging it briefly as he answered him. "We're all dying, you know? Sooner or later, everyone dies," he said, then his gaze fell to the floor as he finished his statement. "Even angels die..."
The odd male's line of sight never left him, and he couldn't understand why this man before him had shown such pain in his eyes with the last three words. In his innocent curiosity, he questioned his behavior. "Did you know an angel?"
Kaitai bit his lip again, drew breath to stop the tears from arising, then nodded as he caught his gaze. "Mm," he said, his tone a bit uplifted as he gave a half-hearted smile.
It hurt him, smiling. The action had been ignored for so long that he had to stop before he could remember how to go about with the muscle movements.
The younger's face remained the same, wide-eyed expression as before, though he seemed uninterested. "Oh," he replied with a blink. "That's nice." The politeness in his voice made it seem like he wasn't brushing him off, and Kaitai knew full well he wasn't. Even though he was so much different now, he was still his brother, and he still got the feeling when he wanted to know more.
Kaitai couldn't stop his light green irises from quivering as he leaned his head a tad to the side, eyes kind and a tender, sad smile on his lips. "Would you like to hear a story?"
For the first time in what seemed like forever, the younger twin gave a small smile. "Sure," he answered. The tone in his voice actually sounded interested, similar to a child when eager to listen to a tale from their parents.
Despite not knowing the basics of time anymore, Kaitai knew what forever was. Forever was how long it would take until everything was over.
Things would never be over. Forever, he would stay by his ill brother's side. It didn't matter if there was no exchange of words or if they fought at all. Kaitai was just happy to be with him, to care for him, and would do so until the end of his days.
Kaitai knew how to care. He didn't show it half the time, but nowadays, it was all he could do.
Ohmygod, I never cry when I read stories (or write them, for that matter), and I couldn't stop the tears from forming, especially at line 25, where it says "came a hoarse, light voice, a voice which used to be velvet". Insert a ton of flashbacks concerning these two characters, and you get one emotional Wulfi...
These boys are like family to me, and look what I've done. ...I think it was because Allen's piano piece from D.Gray-Man was stuck in my head, and that song ALWAYS makes me feel like crying. *sigh* Well, I needed to do this.
Please review. It means a lot to me.
...P.S.: I didn't cry, I just got teary. (Pssh, I can't even remember the last time I cried over a story...)
P.P.S.: If it gets enough chappies, will you move it to a sub-board of its own for fear of clutter? Just wondering...
NOTE: I had to write this. I was feeling teh angst. =P
CLAIMER: I CLAIM THEM ALL!!! RAWR!!! D:<
Title: Where We Are Now
Rating: T+
Chapter: 1 of 7 (subject to change)
Words: 1,529
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Chapter One: Nowadays
All it ever did was rain, nowadays. The sun was veiled by a shield of storm gray, a wool blanket over the warmth being denied to the earth. The plains were soaked, absent of the smiling light behind pale walls of endless, never-changing gray. A lone home stood alone on these plains which were becoming quite marsh-like. It was quaint, a small cottage in a sea of green, rolling hills appearing every so often and providing waves for this ever-stretching landscape. The home remained unaffected by such waves, however, and stood as it always had.
Inside the once-lively house was darkness. The only light was from the windows, the gray dimness that was the afternoon. There were much less people occupying the home than before, and the atmosphere around the remaining residents was dull. The air was dead around them, oh so fitting. It seemed as if the life had left them along with the house.
In front of the window in the parlor was a young man, possibly seventeen years of age. He seemed weak, frail, and the serene smile on his lips could not be undone. The pallor of this man was shocking, appearing as though he hadn't seen sunlight it years. His eyes, light green and shadowed by motionless lids, were dull. His breaths were shallow, barely giving his chest a rise at all. A dust-covered table for guests sat to his right, along with unused chairs. Nothing occupied the space at his left. Only a wall stand no more than two yards from him. He sat nearly motionless in his wheelchair, back facing the three-thirty sun that hid behind a constant sky-bound obstruction.
Across from him, another male sat on the cold floor with his back on the slightly-peeling wall. His slouch made him appear to be either fatigued or in a drunken half-sleep, but it was unclear as to why he sat this way. His eyes, identical to the ill male's own, were a dead lime green, the slits widened from the darkness his heavy lids gave. One knee was up, the other down, leg stretched out lazily. His arms lay limp at his sides.
He heard everything his brother did. Each breath, each blink, each unconscious twitch or flick of an ear was heard by his heightened senses. It looked as if he didn't care for anything in this world, but that, in fact, was all he did with his life.
He cared. He didn't show it half the time, but he cared.
And if he had cared more, consequences could have been avoided.
The hiss of the rain was nothing in his two sets of ears. All he heard was silence in the background, nothing but the actions of his dear, fragile brother.
"...Excuse me," came a hoarse, light voice, a voice which used to be velvet. It cracked from lack of use.
The floor-bound male's left cat ear twitched in a flick-like motion, not excepting to hear a noise so different from the volume of the little things he kept his attention on. The rest of him didn't move, though his eyelids lifted only a fraction, eyes still kept to the hardwood floor, powdered with dust.
"...Who are you...?"
The male in question bit his lip, eyes shutting as he begged the tears not to come. He took a deep breath, and answered after calming himself. "I'm Kaitai. Neo Kaitai." His own voice sounded foreign to him, being left unused for so long. The bottoms of his eyes burned, the soft watery glaze of tears starting to die down, returning his eyes to their normal neutral status.
And I'm your brother, he longed to say, but he couldn't bring the words to his throat; they were caught on the emotion that swelled within it. Instead, he waited for a reply, and soon it came.
He had paused, as if the name rang some sort of ancient, timely bell, but alas, no such bell went off. "Oh..." he trailed off, nearly-lifeless eyes on the half-shadowed young man, the same age as himself. It was as if he was looking in a mirror, an old, cracked, fingerprint-coated mirror. The image was familiar, but he didn't know why. As far as he knew, he'd never even looked in a mirror before. He knew nothing of the dark, navy blue hair or of how mused it was, how short it might be, or how it was combed back or possibly styled straight downwards. He knew not if that jawline, ever so stressed yet oh so indifferent to the happenings of the world, was in fact a reflection of his own.
He said nothing for a brief period of time, yet the other man couldn't measure it at all. All forms of time felt the same to him, nowadays.
And then the tranquility was broken once more by a voice glazed with innocence, yet a certain tone that set him apart from beings attached to this world. It was as if he wasn't mentally there anymore. Overall, he was quite remote, quite distant from the world of today and even further from the world of yesterday and all of its would have beens and should have beens.
"What are we doing?" His voice was so light, yet it seemed to fill even the lonely crevices of the void room.
A pause, and then a reply from the man on the floor.
"We're waiting to die."
Surprisingly, the brother in the wheelchair didn't respond how he thought he would. How would someone respond to that, anyway?
The eccentric male's eyes slowly became wider, yet not quite as alive as they used to be. "Huh," he mused, voice slightly impressed. "Is that so?"
For the first time in what may have been ages, Kaitai lifted his head to look at his younger twin brother, his own eyes just as wide as the other's. What lay in his eyes was awe, yet the teenager in the wheelchair had eyes filled with a certain emotion that he couldn't place his finger on. It seemed as if he took the information in, was slightly startled by it, then came to a realization.
However, the realization stuck in his slitted eyes and refused to fade away.
This lit a small flame of hope within the older brother as they stared at one another, eyes completely alike. Irises wavered gently, and Kaitai felt as if his heart would give out from the intensity of its beating.
Kaitai awaited more from the younger, and his next words left him feeling more like he'd been shot than if he'd been blessed.
"So I'm dying?"
Kaitai stuttered, blinking his wide eyes in confusion, eyebrows up and unmoving as he sat up more and put all his weight against the wall behind him. His eyelids drooped again once he realized that his brother, still, had no idea of their relation.
He lifted his arm, a task he had left be for so long, and ran his fingers through his hair. It was coarse from lack of proper washing. He scratched his scalp, massaging it briefly as he answered him. "We're all dying, you know? Sooner or later, everyone dies," he said, then his gaze fell to the floor as he finished his statement. "Even angels die..."
The odd male's line of sight never left him, and he couldn't understand why this man before him had shown such pain in his eyes with the last three words. In his innocent curiosity, he questioned his behavior. "Did you know an angel?"
Kaitai bit his lip again, drew breath to stop the tears from arising, then nodded as he caught his gaze. "Mm," he said, his tone a bit uplifted as he gave a half-hearted smile.
It hurt him, smiling. The action had been ignored for so long that he had to stop before he could remember how to go about with the muscle movements.
The younger's face remained the same, wide-eyed expression as before, though he seemed uninterested. "Oh," he replied with a blink. "That's nice." The politeness in his voice made it seem like he wasn't brushing him off, and Kaitai knew full well he wasn't. Even though he was so much different now, he was still his brother, and he still got the feeling when he wanted to know more.
Kaitai couldn't stop his light green irises from quivering as he leaned his head a tad to the side, eyes kind and a tender, sad smile on his lips. "Would you like to hear a story?"
For the first time in what seemed like forever, the younger twin gave a small smile. "Sure," he answered. The tone in his voice actually sounded interested, similar to a child when eager to listen to a tale from their parents.
Despite not knowing the basics of time anymore, Kaitai knew what forever was. Forever was how long it would take until everything was over.
Things would never be over. Forever, he would stay by his ill brother's side. It didn't matter if there was no exchange of words or if they fought at all. Kaitai was just happy to be with him, to care for him, and would do so until the end of his days.
Kaitai knew how to care. He didn't show it half the time, but nowadays, it was all he could do.
~~~~~~*****~~~~~~
Ohmygod, I never cry when I read stories (or write them, for that matter), and I couldn't stop the tears from forming, especially at line 25, where it says "came a hoarse, light voice, a voice which used to be velvet". Insert a ton of flashbacks concerning these two characters, and you get one emotional Wulfi...
These boys are like family to me, and look what I've done. ...I think it was because Allen's piano piece from D.Gray-Man was stuck in my head, and that song ALWAYS makes me feel like crying. *sigh* Well, I needed to do this.
Please review. It means a lot to me.
...P.S.: I didn't cry, I just got teary. (Pssh, I can't even remember the last time I cried over a story...)
P.P.S.: If it gets enough chappies, will you move it to a sub-board of its own for fear of clutter? Just wondering...
