04-11-2004, 04:48 AM
Please, Urban, try not to catch the thread on fire. ^_^;;; *puts out flames with fire extinguisher*
Funny, how the reader interest is dropping. I blame...the WRITER!
...shit, that's *me*.
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...*fuck*.
Anyway--Aniron, yes, swords are allowed. But only rubber swords. Or possibly aluminum. Take your pick. ^_^;;;
Here's Crappy Scene #19. At least try to pretend to enjoy. Thank you. ^_^
***
Tai was wrong. The next day wasn't simply very, very strange, it was also very, very frustrating.
Things were going wrong even before he woke up. He was only just peeling his eyes apart and batting away sleep from his brain when he noticed Kari sneaking out of their room on tiptoe. He couldn't see her face from where he lay--and probably wouldn't have been able to see her expression through his blurred eyes--but he didn't need to see it to know there was no smile there. Yesterday had been the single most socially disruptive day of either of their lives; recovery was not going to be quick in the coming.
With one eye half-open, he watched Kari carefully close the door. He waited until it had shut with the barest of *click*s before kicking away his comforter and sitting up on his bed.
Sitting there, staring blearily at the closed door, he realized he was already irritated, even though he'd only been awake for a minute and a half.
***
Breakfast held no improvements for the situation.
Kari sat opposite Tai at the table, carefully nibbling her food and staring stalwartly at her plate. She did this for the entirety of the meal. She only responded to their mother, who remained oblivious to what was going on (or so she let herself appear; in truth, Mrs. Kamiya was very concerned about Kari's uncharacteristic silence. She just didn't want to make a scene of it at the table, of all places).
Mr. Kamiya just sat and read the paper while he ate (he actually *was* completely oblivious). He barely glanced at either of his children. There was no noisy fuss, so he sensed no problems between them.
Tai did his best to ignore the fact that Kari was ignoring him, but found himself unable to resist glancing at her occasionally. He had to wonder--was she just embarrassed, or was she planning on avoiding him like this forever? He knew Kari could be stubborn when she wanted to be; and who could say just how stubborn she'd be about *this*?
He mentally shook himself. Surely she wouldn't make things *too* difficult. It wasn't as if she'd never talk to him again if he didn't love her like she wanted to be loved. She'd get over it, they'd forget the events of yesterday, all would be well, and life would go on.
Right?
He glanced up at Kari again, and found what little surety he'd mustered seep out of his pores. Her eyes were still locked unshakingly on her plate. She continued to eat her food like a robot, her hands going up and down in stilted, mechanical jerks. And whenever she spoke, she did so in mumbled whispers that only Mrs. Kamiya seemed to catch.
*She could keep this up for a long time,* said a nice, quiet voice in his head. He smirked bitterly; it was the good voice, back again to help him out. *She could hate you for the rest of her life, or at least until she grows up, and even then she might still be bitter. You're going to have to take care of this with some sort of grace, or you two will be at odds for a long while.*
Tai pushed his food around on his plate, suddenly unable to finish his breakfast. *So...what do I do? What* can *I do?* he thought to himself. His eyes jumped up to catch a quick glimpse of Kari before dropping back down again. *I'm in a real bind here, little voice. I could use some advice right about now...*
*I can't tell you what to do,* the voice said. *You're going to have to figure it out yourself. All I can tell you is that you don't have much time to make a decision--five days, at the most, counting today. Any more than that and the chance of her slipping away from you increases. You're going to have to make it quick; otherwise...shit may fly.*
Tai nodded, then glanced around nervously to see if anyone had seen him do it. His mother was in the kitchen, and had her back to him, his father was hidden behind the paper, and Kari was busy pretending to not know he was there. No one had seen him nodding to himself. His shoulders slumped with relief.
The relief was temporary; a couple minutes later, Kari pushed away from the table, her eyes still aimed downwards, and made her way over to her mother's side. She tugged on Mrs. Kamiya's shirt to get her attention, then muttered something to her. Mrs. Kamiya listened intently, her face set in a decidedly motherly look of concern, then nodded.
Tai watched Kari leave the apartment. He winced when the door shut. He knew there was no way he was going to get to talk to her today--and maybe that was best, for now. It would probably only aggravate the situation if he tried to push Kari too hard.
He nodded to himself again, his eyes immediately dancing around to make sure there'd been no witnesses to the action, and excused himself from the table.
***
Tai retreated to his room. He climbed up into his bunk, folded his arms behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling.
His mind just barely approached the subject at hand--
--Tai's eyes glazed over as his brain went into sudden shutdown. If his head had been a clock, the sound of grinding gears coming to an ugly, screaming halt would have been heard.
*Can't comprehend it, can you?* taunted that nasty little voice. *Can't wrap your head around it, huh? It's still completely impossible, isn't it? Denial has set in, and it isn't letting go. You'll never be able to make a decision about this.
*You're a failure, Tai. A screw-up. You're going to fail both yourself and your sister. You're going to mess it all up. You're a disgrace.*
Tai could think of no reply. His eyes still glazed, he rolled onto his side so he was facing the wall, and stared blankly into space.
He spent the whole day like that, just staring and staring.
***
Crappiness, undiluted and fortified with vitamins. -.-;;;;;;;;;; Must...edit...
agz
Funny, how the reader interest is dropping. I blame...the WRITER!
...shit, that's *me*.
...
...
...
...*fuck*.
Anyway--Aniron, yes, swords are allowed. But only rubber swords. Or possibly aluminum. Take your pick. ^_^;;;
Here's Crappy Scene #19. At least try to pretend to enjoy. Thank you. ^_^
***
Tai was wrong. The next day wasn't simply very, very strange, it was also very, very frustrating.
Things were going wrong even before he woke up. He was only just peeling his eyes apart and batting away sleep from his brain when he noticed Kari sneaking out of their room on tiptoe. He couldn't see her face from where he lay--and probably wouldn't have been able to see her expression through his blurred eyes--but he didn't need to see it to know there was no smile there. Yesterday had been the single most socially disruptive day of either of their lives; recovery was not going to be quick in the coming.
With one eye half-open, he watched Kari carefully close the door. He waited until it had shut with the barest of *click*s before kicking away his comforter and sitting up on his bed.
Sitting there, staring blearily at the closed door, he realized he was already irritated, even though he'd only been awake for a minute and a half.
***
Breakfast held no improvements for the situation.
Kari sat opposite Tai at the table, carefully nibbling her food and staring stalwartly at her plate. She did this for the entirety of the meal. She only responded to their mother, who remained oblivious to what was going on (or so she let herself appear; in truth, Mrs. Kamiya was very concerned about Kari's uncharacteristic silence. She just didn't want to make a scene of it at the table, of all places).
Mr. Kamiya just sat and read the paper while he ate (he actually *was* completely oblivious). He barely glanced at either of his children. There was no noisy fuss, so he sensed no problems between them.
Tai did his best to ignore the fact that Kari was ignoring him, but found himself unable to resist glancing at her occasionally. He had to wonder--was she just embarrassed, or was she planning on avoiding him like this forever? He knew Kari could be stubborn when she wanted to be; and who could say just how stubborn she'd be about *this*?
He mentally shook himself. Surely she wouldn't make things *too* difficult. It wasn't as if she'd never talk to him again if he didn't love her like she wanted to be loved. She'd get over it, they'd forget the events of yesterday, all would be well, and life would go on.
Right?
He glanced up at Kari again, and found what little surety he'd mustered seep out of his pores. Her eyes were still locked unshakingly on her plate. She continued to eat her food like a robot, her hands going up and down in stilted, mechanical jerks. And whenever she spoke, she did so in mumbled whispers that only Mrs. Kamiya seemed to catch.
*She could keep this up for a long time,* said a nice, quiet voice in his head. He smirked bitterly; it was the good voice, back again to help him out. *She could hate you for the rest of her life, or at least until she grows up, and even then she might still be bitter. You're going to have to take care of this with some sort of grace, or you two will be at odds for a long while.*
Tai pushed his food around on his plate, suddenly unable to finish his breakfast. *So...what do I do? What* can *I do?* he thought to himself. His eyes jumped up to catch a quick glimpse of Kari before dropping back down again. *I'm in a real bind here, little voice. I could use some advice right about now...*
*I can't tell you what to do,* the voice said. *You're going to have to figure it out yourself. All I can tell you is that you don't have much time to make a decision--five days, at the most, counting today. Any more than that and the chance of her slipping away from you increases. You're going to have to make it quick; otherwise...shit may fly.*
Tai nodded, then glanced around nervously to see if anyone had seen him do it. His mother was in the kitchen, and had her back to him, his father was hidden behind the paper, and Kari was busy pretending to not know he was there. No one had seen him nodding to himself. His shoulders slumped with relief.
The relief was temporary; a couple minutes later, Kari pushed away from the table, her eyes still aimed downwards, and made her way over to her mother's side. She tugged on Mrs. Kamiya's shirt to get her attention, then muttered something to her. Mrs. Kamiya listened intently, her face set in a decidedly motherly look of concern, then nodded.
Tai watched Kari leave the apartment. He winced when the door shut. He knew there was no way he was going to get to talk to her today--and maybe that was best, for now. It would probably only aggravate the situation if he tried to push Kari too hard.
He nodded to himself again, his eyes immediately dancing around to make sure there'd been no witnesses to the action, and excused himself from the table.
***
Tai retreated to his room. He climbed up into his bunk, folded his arms behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling.
His mind just barely approached the subject at hand--
--Tai's eyes glazed over as his brain went into sudden shutdown. If his head had been a clock, the sound of grinding gears coming to an ugly, screaming halt would have been heard.
*Can't comprehend it, can you?* taunted that nasty little voice. *Can't wrap your head around it, huh? It's still completely impossible, isn't it? Denial has set in, and it isn't letting go. You'll never be able to make a decision about this.
*You're a failure, Tai. A screw-up. You're going to fail both yourself and your sister. You're going to mess it all up. You're a disgrace.*
Tai could think of no reply. His eyes still glazed, he rolled onto his side so he was facing the wall, and stared blankly into space.
He spent the whole day like that, just staring and staring.
***
Crappiness, undiluted and fortified with vitamins. -.-;;;;;;;;;; Must...edit...
agz