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Name: Rose
Gender: Female
Interests: Utena, Haibane-Renmei, Noir, various other anime and manga, drawing in class, drawing when not in class, skating, no longer fencing, writing, reading, poking people, being poked, attacking people with a ladle, Japan, studying kanji, forgetting kanji, studying the same kanji over again, playing clarinet, being snobby about my hair.
Expertise: I think I need a higher base attack bonus first
Occupation: keeping myself occupied
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/19/2005
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| The kind where your parents write stuff when you're a baby for you to look at when you're older and see how cute you were.
Apparently...
My dad wanted to name me "Completely Antisymmetric Tenser Density". Guess who was finishing his physics PhD? I guess I should be glad "Rosemary" won out.
I liked to suck on The Story About Ping before I liked to read it.
I was already trying to go on the computer at eleven months. (I was prevented from doing so.)
At my birth, I was given a jade lock to keep my soul in my body. So far so good.
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In other news, last APUSH chapter of the YEAR tonight~!!! Woo~~~ *goes back to doing it* | | |
| “You’re walking a thin line, Mr. Chiemura.”
The words made Kaian stop and turn his head; Michiko leaned against the wall, her fingers curling around her belt. He wondered what his friend knew, and why her voice was so accusatory; there was nothing he could have revealed to one such as her. It was impossible. His heart beat too quickly, but he allowed no change in expression, and replied: “I don’t understand your meaning.”
“Working through the beginning of your wife’s tournament. Isn’t she going to be angry?”
So that was all. He did not display the relief which slid through his body. “She knows I’m busy. Her brother will accompany her.”
“Time was,” said Michiko, crossing her legs and tapping a boot against the wall, “you dropped everything to accompany her.”
“We were young and foolish. You will understand when your love has matured. In any case, such matters should not concern you.”
She shrugged. “Tsuki breaks my heart, the way she fawns over you. I’d be sad to be in her place.”
“Then count it as a blessing that you did not marry me. My wife is quite content, and we do not appreciate those who pry into our affairs, Ms. Izawa.”
She laughed. “You’re so prickly. Just don’t take things for granted.”
“I never have.” He turned and began to walk away.
“Just because you hit on a girl when she’s twelve doesn’t mean you’ve got a slave for life, Mr. Chiemura.”
His face showed shock for a moment, he was sure of it, but mercifully he faced away. There was no way this woman could understand that which no one knew -- but there was no way this could be a coincidence! In any case, he could confess nothing to her, nor allow her to infer a confession from his actions. When he turned his head, he kept his features serene as his heart beat his breastbone. “Once again, I do not understand you.”
“Isn’t that how you met your wife?” That sentence exonerated him; he barely cared that she continued. “Saved her from some bullies in middle school?”
“Yes, of course it was. And I have cared for her since, Ms. Izawa. Let us rejoin the others.” The words came easily and without thought.
“Sure.” There was a coldness to the word; she had not gained what she was looking for. He smiled as they walked back, and shut his eyes so they could not betray him. The path beneath his feet was indeed growing thinner. | | |
| “Amaiko.”
She hurt. She was not sure if she dreamed or woke. He was not there. She would have felt him. The man had weight. His footsteps made noise. If he was elsewhere, no one was in the room.
“Amaiko, wake up, you’re going to be late.”
Her lips were sore. They had been in the past. It was nothing. She was nothing. She was not even there. The pain was, but it was not she who felt it.
“Look, I know it’s not a school day, but I’m taking you out, remember? Don’t pull this shit, I don’t feel like waiting.”
There was no strength in her hands, her arms, her legs. Struggling did nothing, so there was no point to movement. If she could open her eyelids . . .
“Amaiko. Up. Now.”
She could not. She knew it was that woman. That woman still existed?
“Are you sick?”
She wondered as well. Something might be in her. She could feel it wriggle in her gut. Perhaps the useless fingers could rip it out. It shot into her bones, up, down, between her legs, through her. Nothing could wrest it free.
“You want me to get Kai?”
Revulsion. Her hands twitched unbidden; her head rolled to the side. Pain danced through her shoulder.
“I’ll be just a sec.”
The faint presence was gone. Sounds of movement. She was alone.
“Kai?” Why shorten the name? So foolish. “Kai!” Kai, Kai like the sea, the Sea of Japan, Kai of repetitions, how many times? No one knew what that meant. Not if you made it short.
“Kai, come get the girl up.”
He could not respond, he must not, or she would hear the voice. That voice. Her sore lips remade it: “This is just your place will hurt yes will don’t struggle so little girl -- girl -- girl -- woman would you be? You’re nearly of age, of age, silent, silent, Mother would be --
“Mother--” her own word.
She felt him before he stepped in. White; she did not need to open her eyes. So much white. She did not need to see it. It was there. Purity, shining. Reflection. Father had told her that. It reflected. All it gave was what was given.
“The pain is only you just love me just no more pain if you do just --”
“What is this?” Each word clear. A bell? No. No, a flute. She whined in the back of her throat. There was the discord. “You were never one to laze in bed, little girl.”
Words of rejection. Pain. Noise. It was all off-key. Her mouth remained shut. He had commanded it so. Silent, silent!
She heard him kneel. She felt it through the floor. His hand on her shoulder. She hurt.
“Come on, girl. Wake up, it’s a new day. If you just lie there, you’ll never know what happens.”
Her eyes opened. | | |
| Heheh, I saw the new year three hours before most of you. xD And after the celebratory glass-clinkin' (I took one sip of champagne for tradition's sake, then switched to ginger ale) it amused me that my cousin and I went to go call our girlfriend/best friends. (The latter in my case . . . though my mom was like, "She's Rosemary's girlfriend" and I had to correct her. >.>;;) I waited a bit, actually . . . . . . . . . . whatever.
I have no idea if my dreams were auspicious or not. xD One was just a nightmare that the RV started rolling (it was parked on my Gram's driveway, which is a bit slanted), which is probably bad luck, and the other was a dream about bringing this very weird looking deathly ill/old cat back to life by petting and hugging it. I guess resurrection dreams are good . . . though at the end I was diving through water and rescuing the silly cat again . . . ah, well. I'm not really all that superstitious, I just like to think about it if it'll make me cheerful.
So . . . happy 2008~!
Resolutions . . . ?
Learn back the kanji I forgot D:
One more year without murdering any froshes
Work hard(er?)
Cherish all the time with Elysee ( . . . and the other seniors, I guess) that I have left
Learn to block when certain people *coughC-Sandmysiscough* attack me.
So boring. D:
I'd draw a celebration picture -- I may still -- but I'll have to wait until I get to a scanner I know how to use, the one here is connected to my gram's computer. I'm leaving tomorrow and coming back home, so I'll be around by then . . . :D
Enjoy the new year~ | | |
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