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Jan. 30th, 2006 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandA couple days ago, I posted some some journal-age from my Creative Writing class with the promise that it would soon become full-fledged ficcage. And yay for me on the alliteration front!
I actually started the story about four months ago, but it took that bit of journaling to get my Muses to come back from their coffee break and actually do some goddamn work. I don't usually do this, but I'm really proud of this story, so I'm going to toot my own horn a bit *honk honk* For your reading pleasure, it's up on ff.net under the title Sorrowful Soul. Thus far, it stands as the longest single one-shot I've penned. I also send out copious amounts of my love toladyerisnos for beta-ing, and msbbt for being my sounding board. I luuuuuuuuuurv you both!!
And because I am evil and so damn proud of this, I give you snippet...
Why was everything still so gray?
The sun hadn’t been out in days. The clouds were charcoal-colored, yet it did not rain. Aoko wished it would. Then she could pretend that maybe the world did notice how she felt. But no, it was just gray and awful. This was the kind of weather that sapped her energy.
She had been sitting in her room, alone with her thoughts, for the better part of the afternoon before finally deciding that if she didn’t do something she was going to go absolutely bonkers. So she’d opted instead to go for a walk…and be alone with her thoughts outside in the fresh air and the gray. Her thoughts were still on her missing friend, of course.
Two months. He’d been gone that long, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out the how or the why. People didn’t just vanish like that. But it had been long enough that she actually found some part of her nursing that painful notion that everyone else was right, and Kaito Kuroba wasn’t a real person.
But she couldn’t bring herself to fully believe it.
She refused to believe that the last decade spent with that stupid boy who fancied himself a magician were nothing more than a dream. Not a chance. For starters, she didn’t believe herself creative enough to imagine up anyone like Kaito—he was a law unto himself. One of a kind.
And it was his “one of a kind” nature that was the underlying cause of the other reason she couldn’t write it off as a product of her imagination. Kaito was Kaito. Unique. Special, and special to her. Try as she might, Aoko just couldn’t set aside the feelings that hovered deep in her chest and clenched so painfully when she tried to figure out the puzzle of her missing best friend.
Sighing and shaking her head, she berated herself for her stupidity and rounded the corner a little too quickly—only to collide with something solid and warm: another person. She heard a loud Oomph from the other person—a male voice.
She would have gone straight to the ground if the person she had run into hadn’t grabbed her arm. Aoko gave herself a mental shake to pay better attention and stop daydreaming as she quickly steadied herself on her feet.
“Are you all right, miss?” the person asked.
She froze. That voice…
She knew that voice as well as she knew her own name.
Slowly, nervously, Aoko dragged her eyes from the pavement upwards—over the jeans, past the black shirt and the dark gray jacket, up the neck, to blue eyes peering at her with real concern from beneath brown bangs that seemed to pay no heed at all to the laws of gravity.
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart stopped.
“Miss?” he asked again, giving her arm a gentle shake to try and rouse a response from her.
Aoko stared blankly for a moment before she managed one word. “K-Kaito…?”
I actually started the story about four months ago, but it took that bit of journaling to get my Muses to come back from their coffee break and actually do some goddamn work. I don't usually do this, but I'm really proud of this story, so I'm going to toot my own horn a bit *honk honk* For your reading pleasure, it's up on ff.net under the title Sorrowful Soul. Thus far, it stands as the longest single one-shot I've penned. I also send out copious amounts of my love to
ladyerisnos for beta-ing, and msbbt for being my sounding board. I luuuuuuuuuurv you both!!And because I am evil and so damn proud of this, I give you snippet...
Why was everything still so gray?
The sun hadn’t been out in days. The clouds were charcoal-colored, yet it did not rain. Aoko wished it would. Then she could pretend that maybe the world did notice how she felt. But no, it was just gray and awful. This was the kind of weather that sapped her energy.
She had been sitting in her room, alone with her thoughts, for the better part of the afternoon before finally deciding that if she didn’t do something she was going to go absolutely bonkers. So she’d opted instead to go for a walk…and be alone with her thoughts outside in the fresh air and the gray. Her thoughts were still on her missing friend, of course.
Two months. He’d been gone that long, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out the how or the why. People didn’t just vanish like that. But it had been long enough that she actually found some part of her nursing that painful notion that everyone else was right, and Kaito Kuroba wasn’t a real person.
But she couldn’t bring herself to fully believe it.
She refused to believe that the last decade spent with that stupid boy who fancied himself a magician were nothing more than a dream. Not a chance. For starters, she didn’t believe herself creative enough to imagine up anyone like Kaito—he was a law unto himself. One of a kind.
And it was his “one of a kind” nature that was the underlying cause of the other reason she couldn’t write it off as a product of her imagination. Kaito was Kaito. Unique. Special, and special to her. Try as she might, Aoko just couldn’t set aside the feelings that hovered deep in her chest and clenched so painfully when she tried to figure out the puzzle of her missing best friend.
Sighing and shaking her head, she berated herself for her stupidity and rounded the corner a little too quickly—only to collide with something solid and warm: another person. She heard a loud Oomph from the other person—a male voice.
She would have gone straight to the ground if the person she had run into hadn’t grabbed her arm. Aoko gave herself a mental shake to pay better attention and stop daydreaming as she quickly steadied herself on her feet.
“Are you all right, miss?” the person asked.
She froze. That voice…
She knew that voice as well as she knew her own name.
Slowly, nervously, Aoko dragged her eyes from the pavement upwards—over the jeans, past the black shirt and the dark gray jacket, up the neck, to blue eyes peering at her with real concern from beneath brown bangs that seemed to pay no heed at all to the laws of gravity.
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart stopped.
“Miss?” he asked again, giving her arm a gentle shake to try and rouse a response from her.
Aoko stared blankly for a moment before she managed one word. “K-Kaito…?”