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  3. A sampling of my writting

    in Inspiration

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    It's a fanfic. I didn't post the whole thing for 1) I'm not fully done and 2) It's getting long.

     

     

    Edit: I promise I'll get the more interesting parts up when I get to them. I just can't spare worthless detail! I love writting emotion!

     

    Who Would Have Guessed?

     

    Shigure Sohma absently tapped at his keyboard, silently praising the fact the kids were at school. Their senior year now, was it? Well, he'd be alone all the time then soon enough. The family curse lifted, Akito suddenly went to dorment for God knows how long. She was interested in everything but the familiar trappings of her life. Not that he could blame her, but he felt extremly hurt at the fact she didn't return his affections. After all, he'd done all he could for her, and even succeeded in some ways. Ah well, it was just as well. She could use the experiance, as could he.

    Unfortunatly, Miichan wanted the novel he'd been promising. And he was't feeling particularlly inspired.

    That was when she showed up.

    Saki Hanajima, a friend of Torhu-kun's. She was supposed to be at school, but instead, she was at his house, which was admittedly, out of the way. He liked Saki enough, for a girl that gave most people the creeps. A psychic who was goth intentionally to keep people away. The whole thing about her seeing "electromagnetic waves" come off of people telling her their feelings, intentions, emotions, and their mood. It bugged him, and she knew it, as he always hid his true thoughts. What bugged most people was that she could use those "waves" to hurt or even potentially kill people, Shigure, on the other hand, didn't worry too much about being killed. He'd expected another dark woman in his life to have done that more times than he could count.

    Although, nothing explained why Hana-chan decided to show up at his house on a school day during the day, especially if Torhu wasn't home. He scuttled down when he saw her coming to open the door for her, but found her comfortable already on his couch.

    "Hello," she said in her cool, dark, monotone voice that sent shivers up everyone's back. There was something deadly in her voice, something that Shigure admired.

    "Why, hi there Hana-chan!" he piped happily, he was actually glad someone had come to see him, albeit he was confused on his savior's motives.

    "Sit down." It was an order. At the moment, however, he was too surprised and too happy to be bothered by it. She was eleven years younger than him, skipping school, a goth/psychic, and visiting him alone, what was regular about her anyway.

    "So Hana-chan, why are you here?" the words sort of fell out, unrefined, much unlike himself. Ayame was right when he'd said he'd been losing his touch. But then Hatori said everything about him checked out normally. Best friends tell each other painful truths, and they were right. He was out of it.

    She just looked at him, those dark, almost black eyes, piercing and tinged with violet, looked at him almost quizzically, and he could have sworn she'd just smiled at him for a half-a-moment. "I felt distress."

    He laughed a little, "Oh my, are my waves that bad? I knew I was a little depressed, but distress!" he threw up his hands in mock worry. She didn't smile at his dumb antics. She never did. In fact she looked a little regretful. But she looked more than that.

    It was late summer, school had started a week ago. She was wearing her hair down, something she did rarely. In addition to that, her dark clothes were in a considerable less amount, probably due to the heat. He never had a chance to asses her figure as he was doing now. She was beautiful. In a forbidding sort of way, and that made her almost irresistablly sexy. The way her wavy, black, long hair contrasting the violets and the whites of her skin and clothes, the flat, expressionless look on her face and that secretive look in her eyes, added to her almost-to-good-to-be-true figure, all the way from her thin waist and slender legs, to her flawless neck and her darkly lovely face, he didn't hazard to look below them long enough to get a fair idea of them, but he knew, all this made her look, oddly as it occured to him, like she was trying to seduce him. That single thought opened a whole can of worms for him.

    "I didn't mean your distress," she interrupted his chain of less-than-honorable thought.

    He masked his face, although it was pointless to do so with her, by begining to balance his pen on his upper lip. "Really?" he asked in genuine interest, "I'm the only one home though, so who's distress are we here to discuss?"

    "Mine," she still kept the monotone in her voice, as if it made no difference. She didn't even look when the pen fell off his lip.

     

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    This is going to be the least of his surprises, she thought glumly. How out of character this all felt. She knew what he was doing when he was looking over her, she'd planned on him to do it. Everyone knew he was a bit of a pervert. She didn't know how she managed to tell her brother, let alone her parents, that she had developed a crush on this man. He would be thrity before she was twenty! Not that he'd ever look his age.

    He wore that childlike expression everywhere. He was thin, but not painfully so. Thin and muscular. She could tell even past his kimono. His hair and eyes on anyone else would have been unexciting, but on him they were to die for. There was a painful simplicity in his looks, but it was a perfect simplicity. His skin was unblemished, his eyes perfectly positioned in accordance to his nose and mouth, and his ears fit his hair no matter how he had it. He usually just let it have its way too, and that worked for her. He looked closer to twenty-two then twenty-eight. Closer to twenty then thirty. But that wasn't why she fell for him.

    She fell for him because she loved how he kept everyone dancing to his tune. Even she found herself going where he needed her to go when they were all over. Once she'd seen him throw his editor through enough fits to drive anyone mad, and he did it all off whim. No planning. No driving. It was natural to him. And he kept his secrets in a nearly flawless act. His waves are what let her see through it. Waves and a sense of empathy. All the Sohmas she'd met hid something dark, and Shigure hide more than most. And he did so by implying he had nothing to hide. He still backed away from society like she did, but he didn't make it obvious he was doing so. She loved how dark and cunning his mind really was. Not that simple happy-go-lucky perverted man he showed off. She knew hardly anything about his history, but just by watching a little every time she was here before, he'd composed a lot of who he was now. Besides, she liked his work. His novels touched her. That was probably the only thing that made her parents not kill her after her confession. He got through to her, but he didn't know it.

    Still, none of that made it easier telling him she had feelings for him. He was attracted to her, but she'd worn next to nothing to get him to notice that. Besides, she wasn't after sex. Although the teenage curiousity bugged her more and more, after reviewing herself in all possibly areas, she might scare Shigure off if she came on to him like that. She probably already was.

    "Yours?" he looked shocked, she'd never seen that before. She liked that she'd done that to him.

    "Yes. I was hoping you'd be able to help me."

    "Oh! How could a humble man like me ever help you?"

    She fought the urge to laugh at the word 'humble.' He was everything but. Her composure remained calm, she thought so at least, but glint in his eye said he'd spied amusement. "Because you can associate with me."

    "What?" he no longer was surprised, he only kept the act up. He was a bright man, and he was figuring the general idea of what she was doing. Of course, there was something he'd never see coming.

    "I feel repressed."

    He only nodded. Steady and silent. And sexy while he was at it. Goddamn her urges.

    "Like I'm hiding from the rest of the world," she hoped her voice was steady.

    "Isn't that the whole point of the goth look?"

    He was right, it was an easy statement to break.

    "Yes, but Shigure-san-"

    "Just Shigure."

    "Shigure, it's like I'm not human."

    "You have no idea what it means to be not human," he was now completely absorbed in listening and thinking. There would be no more nonsense from him as long as he was like this.

    "I am neglecting me."

    ***

     

    Shigure was more than confused and taken-back by the fact she'd come to him for counsel. And he had no clue as to what she was getting at. Furthermore, it was getting hot in his living room and he was sweating.

    "Hana-chan?"

    "Please call me Saki," she continued. She never lost that monotone, even through this. Impressive.

    "A first name basis now," his eyes just stared off, lost in thought, "Let's go into the kitchen. I'm sure Torhu-kun left something for me to eat."

    There wasn't anything there. "I'll make tea," she stated. It was not an offer. Shigure could only watch as she went about his kitchen that he didn't even know as if she'd organized it herself. Something about her manner unsettled him right now. She was deliberate, she always was, but there was a hint of anxiety, something that wasn't her. He snapped back to their conversation.

    "You said you were neglecting yourself?"

    She didn't look up at him, "I am."

    "How so?"

    She did not reply, and he would not press her.

  19. Random VII

    in Chatterbox

    Posted

    It's something about the ratio of a circumferance of a circle to it's radius. I think. It's been a long time. 3.14 is only the first three digits of pi. It keeps going. In fact, it never stops.

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