Natsumi turned, her waist long hair turning with her. She was in the library, where she was used to be alone. A book was in her hands, one about leprechauns and pots of gold. It was her little sister tapping her shoulder, looking up at her. "Can we go home now?" Natsumi smiled, "Sure," she ruffled the little girl's hair, before checking out the book and walking out of the library, hand holding her sisters.
Natsumi was 11, her little sister 9. They have an extreme connection, love and friendliness far beyond most average siblings.
Once home, the two settled on the couch. Natsumi opened her book, beginning to read aloud. "...One day, a rainbow appeared in the sky, the pretty colors lightening the sky," Though neither sister noticed, a rainbow appeared. "It's 7 colors glimmered in the sunshine. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet. The rainbow's name was Roy G. Biv. He was friends with a leprechaun, who was located at the end. Along with the leprechaun, there was a pot of gold."
Of course, Natsumi figured this was not real. After all, she was a logical person; during the day anyway. But there really was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
After the story, Natsumi's little sister beamed, pointing out the window. "Look sis! There's a rainbow!! Can we follow it to go see the leprechaun?"
Natsumi looked curiously out the window, seeing a rainbow. It was odd. The humidity was low today, and there had been no rain in the past few days. But Natsumi shrugged. "Why not? Let's go."
The 10-year old turned her head to the stairs, "Mom! We're going out to find leprechauns!!"
A smile crossed her face as her mother laughed. "Alright! Be back by dinner!" Her mom called.
It was only one, the sun high in the sky. They would have plenty of time. Her little sister ran ahead, Natsumi jogging behind her.
Almost an hour, they were still following the rainbow. Neither of them were tired, so they kept going. Though, unlike most kids that went to their school, Natsumi and her little sister came from a poor family. They had two or three sets of clothes, hand washing them so they could wear them again. But they were happy. And to those two, that was all they needed.
Natsumi let her little sister run ahead,but not far enough so that the older sister couldn't see her sibling.
"I found the leprechaun! And the gold!" Her sister cried.
She gave a crooked little grin, "I'll be right there!" Of course, she didn't expect anything to be there. However, as she approached, she was shocked. The rainbow was indeed at its end, the leprechaun standing next to the pot of gold.
They all stood there in silence, staring at one other.
"Hello," Natsumi's little sister said. Natsumi just gave a slight nod. The older was never much of a socialite, saying only what was needed and nothing more. At least in the daytime.
"..Hi?" The leprechaun said, "Why aren't you asking for gold? That's why most people seek to find us leprechauns."
The eight year old giggled, "No! We want to be your friend!"
Both Natsumi and the leprechaun smiled. The leprechaun apologetically said, "I'm sorry dear, but I'm a very busy leprechaun. However, I see that both of your hearts are pure. I will give you some gold."
Natsumi's eyes widened, "Really? Thank you!" It was hard for her to express her happiness, since she only usually expressed it around her sister.
The leprechaun chuckled, "My pleasure- Believe me. Do me a favor," He handed Natsumi a paper. "Read this for me." His eyes had a knowing glint in them.
Natsumi took the paper, reading it aloud. "And with that, the leprechaun left, leaving the pot of gold with two girls who he had deemed worthy."
And with that, the leprechaun was gone. The two girls dragged back the pot of gold, not realizing that it was past dinner time.
Their mother was worried sick, but seeing them come over the hill, she ran to greet them.
They were exhausted for carrying the huge pot, but they grinned wildly. "Ma! The leprechaun gave us the gold!" Natsumi's little sister said.
Their mother just chuckled, "Thank you, Mr.Leprechaun!"
They both thanked everything they knew of that night, carrying the gold into the house. The moment they did that, a surge of power ran through Natsumi. She shook it off.
But from that day, every 'mythical' creature knew that Natsumi was a Silvertongue. Someone that could bring words to life.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Nothing Like Betrayal- A FrUk Fanfic
[ I actually didn't like this fanfic as much as the PruCan. This one was supposed to be sad, but I don't think I did that. I tried, though. ]
Setting: Just before the end of the Revolutionary War.
Rated: T for language.
Pairings: FrUk.
Warning: Be prepared for some sadness. [ This one didn't make me cry at all.. Which is weird. ] Also, the characters are quite a bit OC. At least Arthur is.
Time Taken: 35 minutes.
England let out a small sigh. He had been so stressed with Alfred. The colonists were getting out of hand! Arthur had been winning many battles, but as of recently, he had been losing more.
But it didn't worry him. After all, he had a huge navy. The most famous boat was probably the Serapis~ his favorite. The Colonists were just a whole bunch of angry farmers with pitchforks. They could never possibly win.
As of recently, him and Francis have been.. Dating for a bit. Though England would never actually admit it. And so, when the doorbell to his house rang, he wasn't surprised to be pulled into a kiss by none other than the frog. I mean- Frenchman.
After a heated kiss the two parted. "Arthur! Comment allez-vous?"
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Speak English."
Francis chuckled, "How are you?"
Arthur sighed, "Good. The colonists are acting up again.. How stupid does Alfred think he is. There is no way he can be his own country."
France gave an awkward laugh. "Mon ami, [ My friend, ] I think you should be a little bit more easy on him. He'll find out eventually, don't you think?
The British man nodded slowly. "I suppose you're right."
France smiled at the British man, earning him a roll of the eyes. France placed his two hands over his heart, leaning forward dramatically. "That hurt me!" He exclaimed. Arthur chuckled himself. "Good, I s'pose."
France grinned, "Well then, how about you sit down, and I'll cook something that will take your mind off of it."
Arthur smiled, "Sure, but my mind is already off of the colonists. Now that you're here.." He reached up, kissing the Frenchman's cheek gently.
Francis laughed, moving slightly so they could kiss properly. "Really~?" He murmured, winning dominance quickly in the kiss.
But it wasn't a few weeks after that, that something important happened.
The Battle of Saratoga.
The turning point of the American Revolution.
Arthur was enraged. His fists were clenched, leaving fingernail marks in his hand. The Serapis had surrendered, and the colonists used his boat to attack his own ships. He cursed. Stupid, cheeky bastard!
Francis desperately tried to calm Arthur down. "Arthur, it's okay. It's nothing serious, you can handle this, I know you can. You're such a strong man!"
There was a sound of pounding hooves. "Francis Bonnefoy! Your boss needs to see you!" The man on the horse stopped, waiting for France. "S'il vous plaît.." [Sorry] Francis murmured. "But I'll be back soon, I promise.
England sighed, earning a kiss on the cheek from Francis. "Bye, my love."
The Frenchie entered his boss's office, where he was instructed to sit down. He quickly obliged, hands in his lap.
"As you know, the colonists have been fighting against England. They have been trying to get our alliance for a long time, and they have finally shown the strength for it. I'm absolutely sure that you will round up our men, and be on a boat over there as soon as possible." His boss said, boldly and determined.
"But," Francis started.
"No but's." His boss replied. "I talked to Spain's boss as well, he will be sending men along."
Francis gave a meak nod. "Yes boss," he said as he trudged away. "Whatever you say."
But it was the final battle now, and Britain was in ruins. The rain was pouring, France, Spain, and the colonists had their muskets aimed at Britain. The poor blonde was on the ground, kneeling in the muddy terrain. France could hardly hear what Arthur was saying.
Then Arthur looked up, his eyes meeting with Francis's. Arthur's tears came faster, Francis's feeling his eyes water as well. He started to lower his musket and run towards Arthur, but one of the colonists blocked the way. He was trapped. There was no way he could save his Arthur.
As Arthur surrendered, his eyes searched for Francis's and when they met, all that could be seen was sadness and betrayal. But who was crying more..? No one will ever know. The rain was too hard that day.
Maybe even the clouds were sad by the terrible scene.
Setting: Just before the end of the Revolutionary War.
Rated: T for language.
Pairings: FrUk.
Warning: Be prepared for some sadness. [ This one didn't make me cry at all.. Which is weird. ] Also, the characters are quite a bit OC. At least Arthur is.
Time Taken: 35 minutes.
England let out a small sigh. He had been so stressed with Alfred. The colonists were getting out of hand! Arthur had been winning many battles, but as of recently, he had been losing more.
But it didn't worry him. After all, he had a huge navy. The most famous boat was probably the Serapis~ his favorite. The Colonists were just a whole bunch of angry farmers with pitchforks. They could never possibly win.
As of recently, him and Francis have been.. Dating for a bit. Though England would never actually admit it. And so, when the doorbell to his house rang, he wasn't surprised to be pulled into a kiss by none other than the frog. I mean- Frenchman.
After a heated kiss the two parted. "Arthur! Comment allez-vous?"
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Speak English."
Francis chuckled, "How are you?"
Arthur sighed, "Good. The colonists are acting up again.. How stupid does Alfred think he is. There is no way he can be his own country."
France gave an awkward laugh. "Mon ami, [ My friend, ] I think you should be a little bit more easy on him. He'll find out eventually, don't you think?
The British man nodded slowly. "I suppose you're right."
France smiled at the British man, earning him a roll of the eyes. France placed his two hands over his heart, leaning forward dramatically. "That hurt me!" He exclaimed. Arthur chuckled himself. "Good, I s'pose."
France grinned, "Well then, how about you sit down, and I'll cook something that will take your mind off of it."
Arthur smiled, "Sure, but my mind is already off of the colonists. Now that you're here.." He reached up, kissing the Frenchman's cheek gently.
Francis laughed, moving slightly so they could kiss properly. "Really~?" He murmured, winning dominance quickly in the kiss.
But it wasn't a few weeks after that, that something important happened.
The Battle of Saratoga.
The turning point of the American Revolution.
Arthur was enraged. His fists were clenched, leaving fingernail marks in his hand. The Serapis had surrendered, and the colonists used his boat to attack his own ships. He cursed. Stupid, cheeky bastard!
Francis desperately tried to calm Arthur down. "Arthur, it's okay. It's nothing serious, you can handle this, I know you can. You're such a strong man!"
There was a sound of pounding hooves. "Francis Bonnefoy! Your boss needs to see you!" The man on the horse stopped, waiting for France. "S'il vous plaît.." [Sorry] Francis murmured. "But I'll be back soon, I promise.
England sighed, earning a kiss on the cheek from Francis. "Bye, my love."
The Frenchie entered his boss's office, where he was instructed to sit down. He quickly obliged, hands in his lap.
"As you know, the colonists have been fighting against England. They have been trying to get our alliance for a long time, and they have finally shown the strength for it. I'm absolutely sure that you will round up our men, and be on a boat over there as soon as possible." His boss said, boldly and determined.
"But," Francis started.
"No but's." His boss replied. "I talked to Spain's boss as well, he will be sending men along."
Francis gave a meak nod. "Yes boss," he said as he trudged away. "Whatever you say."
But it was the final battle now, and Britain was in ruins. The rain was pouring, France, Spain, and the colonists had their muskets aimed at Britain. The poor blonde was on the ground, kneeling in the muddy terrain. France could hardly hear what Arthur was saying.
Then Arthur looked up, his eyes meeting with Francis's. Arthur's tears came faster, Francis's feeling his eyes water as well. He started to lower his musket and run towards Arthur, but one of the colonists blocked the way. He was trapped. There was no way he could save his Arthur.
As Arthur surrendered, his eyes searched for Francis's and when they met, all that could be seen was sadness and betrayal. But who was crying more..? No one will ever know. The rain was too hard that day.
Maybe even the clouds were sad by the terrible scene.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Carry On - PruCan Drabble Oneshot
[[ This had to be done. Your argument is invalid. ]]
RATED: T for Teen; Due to self-violence.
Summary: It was just another awful day, at the conference; until something is brought up that Canada would rather not talk about it. The man finally reaches his breaking point, but only one person notices.
Shippings: PruCan, with the slightest mentioning of GerIta.
Warning: FLUFFITY FLUFF. Maybe a bit of saddy-sad? Idk- I teared up at one part, so probably no one else will cry. Use of human names; and for Canada, the slight use of 'Matthieu'. Self harm.. THE CUTEST VERSION OF PRUSSIA.
POV: Basically, it switches between Limited 3rd person between Canada and Prussia; until the end, where it's basically 3rd person in general.
~
It was another one of those world conferences; typical. America was loudly talking about something, England disagreeing; France disagreeing with both of them.. Spain was hugging Romano, Romano yelling curse words and Germany trying to calm everyone and get everything in place..
Canada cringed at Germany's loud words, he was quite scared of the big man; no matter what Feliciano said. He felt him shrink into his chair, Kuma looking up. Canada looked at the small polar bear. "Hey, Kumoshira.." He murmured quietly. Kuma blinked. "Who are you?" Matthew sighed, "I'm Canada."
Suddenly Alfred appeared over him, firmly gripping his shoulder. "So bro! I've heard about your whole invisibility trick!! Lets see it!!"
Canada winced. He hated the so called 'invisibility trick'. Matthew just wanted to be seen. Even his parents, Francis and Arthur never payed attention to him. They were always so focused on Alfred. And Matthew was the good child too! Hardly getting in any wars. But the man held back the tears as he slowly faded away.
"WHOA! Cool dude!" America exclaimed. "So how many pranks have you pulled? I mean, you can't just let this go to waste! Seriously dude!"
Canada didn't say anything, closing his eyes and praying for this to be over soon. That was when France stood up.
"Alfred! Leave my poor Matthieu alone!"
Arthur scowled, standing up, "There you go again, ruining his perfectly good English name."
Alfred blinked in surprise, "Whoa guys! I have always been there for my bro!"
They just continued arguing, everyone going back to what they were doing before. Canada got up, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. They all said they cared; but they never did. His 'family' didn't even notice him; much less actually think his opinion mattered.
He walked out of the room, the first tear escaping his eye. He ran, running back to his house. But little did he know, a man was watching.
~ P.O.V Switch!! ~
Gilbert was watching everyone at the world meeting, occasionally striking up a conversation with his younger brother, or North Italy- For Spain and Romano were talking, and he wouldn't ruin that for his friend.
He gave a quick glance in Canada's direction once in a while. Gil had been crushing on Matthew for a while; but oddly enough he hadn't had the courage to speak up. 'Come /ON/! The awesome me should find this easy..' He sighed. 'But I'm not good enough for him. Matthew is so smart, always doing the right thing; and he is as pure as snow. While I'm stupid, lazy and useless..' He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he heard America shouting again.
"So bro! I heard about your invisibility trick!" What in the world was Alfred talking about..?
But then he saw Canada cringe. Prussia wanted to hurt Alfred so badly. He made his little birdie upset. He zoned out, thinking of how to plan his death.
It wasn't short after that in the corner of his eye; he saw Canada get up and leave. The ex-nation watched for a bit before getting up and following Canada.
All the way back to his house.
~ P.O.V back ~
Canada reached his house, throwing the front door open, and finally letting the tears slip as he sobbed. He ran upstairs, to his bathroom. He closed the door, but at that moment; he didn't remember he left the door open. "Oh well, maybe I'll get a moose or two as company." He thought bitterly.
He picked up a razor, staring at its shiny material before dragging the blade across his wrist, watching his blood pool out. He stopped for a second, so many tears mixing with the blood, making it even more salty. Matthew has never felt this driven to cut, and he had never done so before. He let out another sob before cutting himself again, eventually making three close together, and one far away from the others. "My family," he coughed out. His throat was dry, and his eyes were swarming with tears. He didn't hear the door open; or the slight gasp. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
~ P.O.V Switch!! ~
Gil saw Matthew run in, and he sprinted after, closing the front door behind him before bolting up the stairs. He found the room Canada was in, considering it was the only one with lights, and opened it slowly. He was welcomed with the sight of blood, and Canada. So much blood.. He hasn't seen so much since.. Since his own incident where his country dissolved. He then saw Matthew collapse, Gilbert gasping as he quickly rushed forward to catch him. "Matthew.. What are you thinking.." He murmured. Canada's blonde hair seemed so prefect, his face so innocent, yet his wrist bleeding. The blood was everywhere on the floor and on Canada. It made Gil want to puke. How deep were his cuts!? He picked Canada up bridal style, moving him to a different room with a bed. He set him on it gently; moving his wrist so that the bed sheets wouldn't get bloody.
He dashed back to the bathroom, wetting a wash cloth, wringing the water out before going back to Canada. He placed it on gently, cleaning the wounds. Prussia winced at how deep the marks were. He ran back to the bathroom, getting a first-aid kit. [ After digging around EVERYWHERE. ] He shakily grabbed a bottle of.. Something. He didn't know. All it said was: "Put on cuts; Prevents infection." He quickly poured it on Canada's arm.-
- P.O.V. Switch!! -
Canada snapped out of his unconscious state when Prussia poured the liquid on his flesh. He screamed out in pain, only to be silenced by Prussia as he gently placed his hand in front of Canada's mouth. His red eyes were gentle. "Canada, it's me.. I'm going to help you.."
Matthew nodded slowly, tears flowing from his eyes. "I'm sorry Gilbert, for dragging you into this.." At this, Gilbert rolled his eyes. "It's not your fault."
There was silence as Gilbert wrapped Matthew's arm up in a bandage. "Just.. Sleep." Stubbornly Matthew shook his head. "No.. Not when I have visitors. I hardly have visitors, and I'm not going to sleep instead of talking to them!"
Gilbert sighed, "I'll be here when you wake up. Promise." Matthew nodded slowly. "Sit with me, that way I'll know it you leave." The blonde looked hopeful, and the albino quickly nodded. He tried to hide the blush fighting its way onto his cheek. He sat next to Matthew, eventually laying down next to him, wrapping one arm around his waist, and the other around his chest. Gilbert pulled him closer, both of them blushing. They both fell asleep, not waking until the next day.
Ironically, Gilbert was first to wake up. 'Who..?' He thought, then realizing it was Canada. 'Mein Gott.. Ich liebe dich birdie..' [ Translations: My God, I love you Birdie ]. Gil snuck a kiss on the base of Matthew's neck. He didn't want to move, one because he couldn't, two because he would probably wake up Canada, and three, he didn't want too.
- POV switch -
Canada smiled. Prussia thought he was still asleep. He felt the light kiss on his neck, and moved his head slightly, exposing his neck. Canada shivered as the cold morning air hit it.
Gilbert blinked at Canada, who moved. Gilbert slowly lowered himself to the skin, kissing the side of Matthew's neck, nipping every once in a while.
Matthew tried to stifle his moan, but one sipped out. "Merde.." [ Translation: Shit ]
Gilbert blinked, a blush appearing. "Uh.. Birdie have you been awake this whole time?"
Matthew turned to Gilbert, their faces only a few inches apart. "Birdie?"
Gilbert looked away, "Uh.. Yeah. That's my nickname for you.."
Matthew smiled, cuddling into Gilbert's chest. "I like it,"
Gilbert beamed, kissing the top of Mattie's head. "Good, because.. I.. I.. I liebe dich, Birdie!!"
Matthew moved, looking sweetly up at him. "Je t'aime, Gilly."
Gilbert moved, lining up so he could kiss Matthew, arms around his waist. As they kissed, his eyes fluttered closed.
Matthew raised his arms, wrapping them around Gilbert's neck.
Feeling the bandage on his neck, Gilbert couldn't help but to remember the events of the night before. He sang quietly,
"You swore and said that we are not- we are not shining stars; yes I know! I never said we are.. Though I've never been through Hell like that, I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back.."
Canada watched, his violet-blue eyes gleaming with love and affection.
"If you're lost and alone, or your sinking like a stone; carry on~ May the path be the sound, of your feet across the ground; carry on~ Carry on, Carry on!"
Before Gilbert could continue, Canada leaned up and kissed him, smiling as Gilbert quickly gained dominance.
[[ AWW. First Hetalia fanfic that I've ever made by myself! Yay C: ]]
RATED: T for Teen; Due to self-violence.
Summary: It was just another awful day, at the conference; until something is brought up that Canada would rather not talk about it. The man finally reaches his breaking point, but only one person notices.
Shippings: PruCan, with the slightest mentioning of GerIta.
Warning: FLUFFITY FLUFF. Maybe a bit of saddy-sad? Idk- I teared up at one part, so probably no one else will cry. Use of human names; and for Canada, the slight use of 'Matthieu'. Self harm.. THE CUTEST VERSION OF PRUSSIA.
POV: Basically, it switches between Limited 3rd person between Canada and Prussia; until the end, where it's basically 3rd person in general.
~
It was another one of those world conferences; typical. America was loudly talking about something, England disagreeing; France disagreeing with both of them.. Spain was hugging Romano, Romano yelling curse words and Germany trying to calm everyone and get everything in place..
Canada cringed at Germany's loud words, he was quite scared of the big man; no matter what Feliciano said. He felt him shrink into his chair, Kuma looking up. Canada looked at the small polar bear. "Hey, Kumoshira.." He murmured quietly. Kuma blinked. "Who are you?" Matthew sighed, "I'm Canada."
Suddenly Alfred appeared over him, firmly gripping his shoulder. "So bro! I've heard about your whole invisibility trick!! Lets see it!!"
Canada winced. He hated the so called 'invisibility trick'. Matthew just wanted to be seen. Even his parents, Francis and Arthur never payed attention to him. They were always so focused on Alfred. And Matthew was the good child too! Hardly getting in any wars. But the man held back the tears as he slowly faded away.
"WHOA! Cool dude!" America exclaimed. "So how many pranks have you pulled? I mean, you can't just let this go to waste! Seriously dude!"
Canada didn't say anything, closing his eyes and praying for this to be over soon. That was when France stood up.
"Alfred! Leave my poor Matthieu alone!"
Arthur scowled, standing up, "There you go again, ruining his perfectly good English name."
Alfred blinked in surprise, "Whoa guys! I have always been there for my bro!"
They just continued arguing, everyone going back to what they were doing before. Canada got up, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. They all said they cared; but they never did. His 'family' didn't even notice him; much less actually think his opinion mattered.
He walked out of the room, the first tear escaping his eye. He ran, running back to his house. But little did he know, a man was watching.
~ P.O.V Switch!! ~
Gilbert was watching everyone at the world meeting, occasionally striking up a conversation with his younger brother, or North Italy- For Spain and Romano were talking, and he wouldn't ruin that for his friend.
He gave a quick glance in Canada's direction once in a while. Gil had been crushing on Matthew for a while; but oddly enough he hadn't had the courage to speak up. 'Come /ON/! The awesome me should find this easy..' He sighed. 'But I'm not good enough for him. Matthew is so smart, always doing the right thing; and he is as pure as snow. While I'm stupid, lazy and useless..' He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he heard America shouting again.
"So bro! I heard about your invisibility trick!" What in the world was Alfred talking about..?
But then he saw Canada cringe. Prussia wanted to hurt Alfred so badly. He made his little birdie upset. He zoned out, thinking of how to plan his death.
It wasn't short after that in the corner of his eye; he saw Canada get up and leave. The ex-nation watched for a bit before getting up and following Canada.
All the way back to his house.
~ P.O.V back ~
Canada reached his house, throwing the front door open, and finally letting the tears slip as he sobbed. He ran upstairs, to his bathroom. He closed the door, but at that moment; he didn't remember he left the door open. "Oh well, maybe I'll get a moose or two as company." He thought bitterly.
He picked up a razor, staring at its shiny material before dragging the blade across his wrist, watching his blood pool out. He stopped for a second, so many tears mixing with the blood, making it even more salty. Matthew has never felt this driven to cut, and he had never done so before. He let out another sob before cutting himself again, eventually making three close together, and one far away from the others. "My family," he coughed out. His throat was dry, and his eyes were swarming with tears. He didn't hear the door open; or the slight gasp. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
~ P.O.V Switch!! ~
Gil saw Matthew run in, and he sprinted after, closing the front door behind him before bolting up the stairs. He found the room Canada was in, considering it was the only one with lights, and opened it slowly. He was welcomed with the sight of blood, and Canada. So much blood.. He hasn't seen so much since.. Since his own incident where his country dissolved. He then saw Matthew collapse, Gilbert gasping as he quickly rushed forward to catch him. "Matthew.. What are you thinking.." He murmured. Canada's blonde hair seemed so prefect, his face so innocent, yet his wrist bleeding. The blood was everywhere on the floor and on Canada. It made Gil want to puke. How deep were his cuts!? He picked Canada up bridal style, moving him to a different room with a bed. He set him on it gently; moving his wrist so that the bed sheets wouldn't get bloody.
He dashed back to the bathroom, wetting a wash cloth, wringing the water out before going back to Canada. He placed it on gently, cleaning the wounds. Prussia winced at how deep the marks were. He ran back to the bathroom, getting a first-aid kit. [ After digging around EVERYWHERE. ] He shakily grabbed a bottle of.. Something. He didn't know. All it said was: "Put on cuts; Prevents infection." He quickly poured it on Canada's arm.-
- P.O.V. Switch!! -
Canada snapped out of his unconscious state when Prussia poured the liquid on his flesh. He screamed out in pain, only to be silenced by Prussia as he gently placed his hand in front of Canada's mouth. His red eyes were gentle. "Canada, it's me.. I'm going to help you.."
Matthew nodded slowly, tears flowing from his eyes. "I'm sorry Gilbert, for dragging you into this.." At this, Gilbert rolled his eyes. "It's not your fault."
There was silence as Gilbert wrapped Matthew's arm up in a bandage. "Just.. Sleep." Stubbornly Matthew shook his head. "No.. Not when I have visitors. I hardly have visitors, and I'm not going to sleep instead of talking to them!"
Gilbert sighed, "I'll be here when you wake up. Promise." Matthew nodded slowly. "Sit with me, that way I'll know it you leave." The blonde looked hopeful, and the albino quickly nodded. He tried to hide the blush fighting its way onto his cheek. He sat next to Matthew, eventually laying down next to him, wrapping one arm around his waist, and the other around his chest. Gilbert pulled him closer, both of them blushing. They both fell asleep, not waking until the next day.
Ironically, Gilbert was first to wake up. 'Who..?' He thought, then realizing it was Canada. 'Mein Gott.. Ich liebe dich birdie..' [ Translations: My God, I love you Birdie ]. Gil snuck a kiss on the base of Matthew's neck. He didn't want to move, one because he couldn't, two because he would probably wake up Canada, and three, he didn't want too.
- POV switch -
Canada smiled. Prussia thought he was still asleep. He felt the light kiss on his neck, and moved his head slightly, exposing his neck. Canada shivered as the cold morning air hit it.
Gilbert blinked at Canada, who moved. Gilbert slowly lowered himself to the skin, kissing the side of Matthew's neck, nipping every once in a while.
Matthew tried to stifle his moan, but one sipped out. "Merde.." [ Translation: Shit ]
Gilbert blinked, a blush appearing. "Uh.. Birdie have you been awake this whole time?"
Matthew turned to Gilbert, their faces only a few inches apart. "Birdie?"
Gilbert looked away, "Uh.. Yeah. That's my nickname for you.."
Matthew smiled, cuddling into Gilbert's chest. "I like it,"
Gilbert beamed, kissing the top of Mattie's head. "Good, because.. I.. I.. I liebe dich, Birdie!!"
Matthew moved, looking sweetly up at him. "Je t'aime, Gilly."
Gilbert moved, lining up so he could kiss Matthew, arms around his waist. As they kissed, his eyes fluttered closed.
Matthew raised his arms, wrapping them around Gilbert's neck.
Feeling the bandage on his neck, Gilbert couldn't help but to remember the events of the night before. He sang quietly,
"You swore and said that we are not- we are not shining stars; yes I know! I never said we are.. Though I've never been through Hell like that, I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back.."
Canada watched, his violet-blue eyes gleaming with love and affection.
"If you're lost and alone, or your sinking like a stone; carry on~ May the path be the sound, of your feet across the ground; carry on~ Carry on, Carry on!"
Before Gilbert could continue, Canada leaned up and kissed him, smiling as Gilbert quickly gained dominance.
[[ AWW. First Hetalia fanfic that I've ever made by myself! Yay C: ]]
Friday, March 22, 2013
OC Drabbles / Song Smashin'- 97.9
[[ Alright. Here is how the song smashing goes down. You either put your iPod on shuffle, or go to your fav radio station. I'm doing the one shot version, so for every song, you have to make a one shot. However, once the song is over, you can't add anymore. You are only allowed to finish the sentence. If you get the same song, you can choose to edit the first oneshot, or make a new one. It can be as long as you want, though they are usually by intervals of 5. I'll be doing a 5, since I'm tired. I may add more later. You can use each character as much as you want.]]
Brief Character Descrip that I will PROB use:
-Holli: Nice, but protective. Casual. Hopeless romantic.
-Lacy: Sweet, innocent and oblivious. Dating Adlands.
-Lantis: Lacy's older brother. Overprotective as FUCK. Protective.
-Glacies: Lantis's best friend, crushes for Lacy. Nice. Protective as well.
-Evie: A sweetheart inside, she doesn't know how to show emotion and often appears as a cold-hearted punk ass. in love.
-Trevor: An ex-boyfriend of Holli, who made the mistake of cheating. He is trying desperately to get her heart back. Sweet and caring, intelligent.
-Siok: A betrayer-lover-ex of Evie. Rude, mean, but incredibly handsome. *Is a syren*
~
• Catching My Breath by Kelly Clarkson•
-Evie sang quietly. "Catching by breath, Letting it go, turning my cheek for the sake of the show. Now that you know this is my life, I won't be told whats supposed to be right." The girl was still getting over the break up between her and Siok. Sure, he betrayed her..but she missed feeling love. "You helped me see, the beauty, in everything~!" She breathed out, clenching her fists. "CATCHING MY BREATH!" She repeated, finishing the phrase. "No one can hold me back,I ain't got time for that.. Won't let them get me down, it's all so simple now!" She smirked, singing songs helped her, it was as if Kelly Clarkson understood her exactly.-
•I knew you were trouble- Taylor Swift•
-Holli rolled her eyes. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in.. shame on me, now, blew me to places I've never been..NOW IM LAYING ON THE CFOLD HARD GROUND, TROUBLE, TROUBLE TROUBLE; No apologies, he'll never see you cry, pretend he doesn't know that he is the reason why your drowning!" She exclaimed. "The joke is on me.." She murmured a few seconds after, before zoning back in on the song. "That you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything YEAAAH!"
• Just give me a reason by Pink •
-Evie sang slowly. "Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.. And I, your willing victim." She closed her eyes, a small tear escaping her eye, but her voice didn't waver. "Just give me a reason.." She said, continuing to sing.
-Siok joined in his voice sweet with unnatural power. "I'm sorry I don't understand where this is all coming from, I thought we had everything.."
-Together they continued to sing, Evie's voice cold and hard.-
-Evie felt herself being pulled towards him, but she resisted and walked away.-
• Thrift Shopping - Macklemore •
-Lantis looked around, sighing. "IMMA PUMP SOME TAGS, IM HUNTIN, LOOKIN FOR A DOLLAR. THIS IS AWESOME." He seemed to be hating this. "Who has 99 cents..?" He did a little best boxing. "No for real, ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs?" He did a one-handed handstand, flipping back around. "I wear your grandpa's clothes, I look in-cred-i-ble. Im in this big coat from the thriftshop down the road.-
-His friend, who was nearby, was dying of laughter. Lantis flipped him off, which quickly made Glacies shut the fuck up.-
• Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin •
-Siok laughed, talking with a few of his friends. Then, his song came on. He air-guitared to the beginning. "Here, I stand, helpless and left for dead~" He said the last word with a crooked smirk. "Close your eyes, so many days go by, easy to find what's right, harder to find what's right I believe in you, I can show you that I can see through all your empty lies..~" His eyes flashed, "Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.. Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil to-ni-i-ight!"-
• 21 Guns by Green Day •
-Lacy started off slowly. "Do you know what's worth fighting for; when it's not worth dying for, does it take your breath away.. And you feel yourself suffocating.. Does the pain weigh out the pride.." She murmured, her eyes closed.
-"One, twenty-one guns, lay down your arms, give up the fight.. One, twenty-one guns, throw up your arms, into the sky.. You and I.." Her brother joined in, wrapping an arm around her.-
-They sung together, "When you're at the end of a road, and you've lost all sense of control.. And your thoughts have taken a toll, when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul... Your date walks on broken glass; and the hangover doesn't pass; nothing's ever built to last.." They sighed, singing the chorus together. "One, twenty-one guns.." After they finished the chorus, they continued quietly. "Did you try to live on your own? When you burned down your house and home? Did you stand to close to the fire, like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone..?" Smoke fell from the ceiling, and by the time it cleared, they were gone.-
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-Holli frowned at a knock on her door. She walked towards it, and seeing Trevor, rolled her eyes. She let him in, taking his hand, a sort of wild smirk on her face. "Guess this means your sorry, your standing at my door, guess this means you take back; all you said before. Like how much you wanted- anyone but me. Said you'd never come back, but here you are again.."-
-Trevor joined in, tone and eyes hopeful. "'Cause we belong to get [[??]] here, Forever united here, it's alright yeah, you got a piece of mind, and honestly, my life, sucks, without you.. Maybe I was stupid, for telling you goodbye." Holli rolled her eyes, crossing her arms; but she replied quietly. "Maybe I was wrong for, trying to pick a fight..I know that I got issues, but your pretty messed up too! Either way, I found out.. I'm nothing without you.."-
-Trevor's eyes gleamed, leaning in for a hug, but Holli backed away, her smirk coming back. "Being with you, is so dysfunctional.."-
-Trevor growled. "I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go."-
SNAPPED LACY: Funhouse by P!nk:
-She grinned, her eyes wild. "This used to be a funhouse, but now it's full of evil clowns.. It's time to start the countdown. IM GONNA BURN IT DOWN." She counted down. "Fun.." Lacy skipped around her stunned brother; her eyes evil. Her hair was dark grey, her eyes red-violet. "I'm crawling through the doggy door, my keys don't fit my lock no more, I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates; I'll find a new place; burn this fucker down." She tapped her foot to the beat. "This used to be a funhouse~ but now it's full of evil clowns~" One final smirk, and she was gone.
[[ And there we have it. I'm debating on what I should write next.
-A UsUk fanfic with my OC Lacy
-Another page of 'Evie's Diary'
-The Adventures of Holli
-Holli and Trevor: Unstoppable
-Holli and Trevor: Undeniable
-Holli and Trevor: Unregretable
[Yes, the last one is a trilogy.]
-More Alita/Evie
-The Beginnings of Lacy, Lantis, Aria and Glacies.
-The story of the Hikari family.
IDK IF ANYONE WILL COMMENT, BUT PLEASE DO. I need suggestions! ]]
Brief Character Descrip that I will PROB use:
-Holli: Nice, but protective. Casual. Hopeless romantic.
-Lacy: Sweet, innocent and oblivious. Dating Adlands.
-Lantis: Lacy's older brother. Overprotective as FUCK. Protective.
-Glacies: Lantis's best friend, crushes for Lacy. Nice. Protective as well.
-Evie: A sweetheart inside, she doesn't know how to show emotion and often appears as a cold-hearted punk ass. in love.
-Trevor: An ex-boyfriend of Holli, who made the mistake of cheating. He is trying desperately to get her heart back. Sweet and caring, intelligent.
-Siok: A betrayer-lover-ex of Evie. Rude, mean, but incredibly handsome. *Is a syren*
~
• Catching My Breath by Kelly Clarkson•
-Evie sang quietly. "Catching by breath, Letting it go, turning my cheek for the sake of the show. Now that you know this is my life, I won't be told whats supposed to be right." The girl was still getting over the break up between her and Siok. Sure, he betrayed her..but she missed feeling love. "You helped me see, the beauty, in everything~!" She breathed out, clenching her fists. "CATCHING MY BREATH!" She repeated, finishing the phrase. "No one can hold me back,I ain't got time for that.. Won't let them get me down, it's all so simple now!" She smirked, singing songs helped her, it was as if Kelly Clarkson understood her exactly.-
•I knew you were trouble- Taylor Swift•
-Holli rolled her eyes. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in.. shame on me, now, blew me to places I've never been..NOW IM LAYING ON THE CFOLD HARD GROUND, TROUBLE, TROUBLE TROUBLE; No apologies, he'll never see you cry, pretend he doesn't know that he is the reason why your drowning!" She exclaimed. "The joke is on me.." She murmured a few seconds after, before zoning back in on the song. "That you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything YEAAAH!"
• Just give me a reason by Pink •
-Evie sang slowly. "Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart.. And I, your willing victim." She closed her eyes, a small tear escaping her eye, but her voice didn't waver. "Just give me a reason.." She said, continuing to sing.
-Siok joined in his voice sweet with unnatural power. "I'm sorry I don't understand where this is all coming from, I thought we had everything.."
-Together they continued to sing, Evie's voice cold and hard.-
-Evie felt herself being pulled towards him, but she resisted and walked away.-
• Thrift Shopping - Macklemore •
-Lantis looked around, sighing. "IMMA PUMP SOME TAGS, IM HUNTIN, LOOKIN FOR A DOLLAR. THIS IS AWESOME." He seemed to be hating this. "Who has 99 cents..?" He did a little best boxing. "No for real, ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs?" He did a one-handed handstand, flipping back around. "I wear your grandpa's clothes, I look in-cred-i-ble. Im in this big coat from the thriftshop down the road.-
-His friend, who was nearby, was dying of laughter. Lantis flipped him off, which quickly made Glacies shut the fuck up.-
• Dance with the Devil by Breaking Benjamin •
-Siok laughed, talking with a few of his friends. Then, his song came on. He air-guitared to the beginning. "Here, I stand, helpless and left for dead~" He said the last word with a crooked smirk. "Close your eyes, so many days go by, easy to find what's right, harder to find what's right I believe in you, I can show you that I can see through all your empty lies..~" His eyes flashed, "Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.. Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil to-ni-i-ight!"-
• 21 Guns by Green Day •
-Lacy started off slowly. "Do you know what's worth fighting for; when it's not worth dying for, does it take your breath away.. And you feel yourself suffocating.. Does the pain weigh out the pride.." She murmured, her eyes closed.
-"One, twenty-one guns, lay down your arms, give up the fight.. One, twenty-one guns, throw up your arms, into the sky.. You and I.." Her brother joined in, wrapping an arm around her.-
-They sung together, "When you're at the end of a road, and you've lost all sense of control.. And your thoughts have taken a toll, when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul... Your date walks on broken glass; and the hangover doesn't pass; nothing's ever built to last.." They sighed, singing the chorus together. "One, twenty-one guns.." After they finished the chorus, they continued quietly. "Did you try to live on your own? When you burned down your house and home? Did you stand to close to the fire, like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone..?" Smoke fell from the ceiling, and by the time it cleared, they were gone.-
-
-Holli frowned at a knock on her door. She walked towards it, and seeing Trevor, rolled her eyes. She let him in, taking his hand, a sort of wild smirk on her face. "Guess this means your sorry, your standing at my door, guess this means you take back; all you said before. Like how much you wanted- anyone but me. Said you'd never come back, but here you are again.."-
-Trevor joined in, tone and eyes hopeful. "'Cause we belong to get [[??]] here, Forever united here, it's alright yeah, you got a piece of mind, and honestly, my life, sucks, without you.. Maybe I was stupid, for telling you goodbye." Holli rolled her eyes, crossing her arms; but she replied quietly. "Maybe I was wrong for, trying to pick a fight..I know that I got issues, but your pretty messed up too! Either way, I found out.. I'm nothing without you.."-
-Trevor's eyes gleamed, leaning in for a hug, but Holli backed away, her smirk coming back. "Being with you, is so dysfunctional.."-
-Trevor growled. "I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go."-
SNAPPED LACY: Funhouse by P!nk:
-She grinned, her eyes wild. "This used to be a funhouse, but now it's full of evil clowns.. It's time to start the countdown. IM GONNA BURN IT DOWN." She counted down. "Fun.." Lacy skipped around her stunned brother; her eyes evil. Her hair was dark grey, her eyes red-violet. "I'm crawling through the doggy door, my keys don't fit my lock no more, I'll change the drapes, I'll break the plates; I'll find a new place; burn this fucker down." She tapped her foot to the beat. "This used to be a funhouse~ but now it's full of evil clowns~" One final smirk, and she was gone.
[[ And there we have it. I'm debating on what I should write next.
-A UsUk fanfic with my OC Lacy
-Another page of 'Evie's Diary'
-The Adventures of Holli
-Holli and Trevor: Unstoppable
-Holli and Trevor: Undeniable
-Holli and Trevor: Unregretable
[Yes, the last one is a trilogy.]
-More Alita/Evie
-The Beginnings of Lacy, Lantis, Aria and Glacies.
-The story of the Hikari family.
IDK IF ANYONE WILL COMMENT, BUT PLEASE DO. I need suggestions! ]]
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Evie's Journal: 3/18/13
Summary: It's in present day, on a deserted land. Evie is a princess now, in a kingdom. She is still a 'successful' experiment; but now her hair is died black, and she has a tattoo on her left side with two black ravens.
Characters: Evie, with flashbacks of Siok, and a whole bunch of mentioning of Ryo.
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ENTRY: 'I hate to say it, but I'm falling for him.'
/His name is Ryo, and well. He's a prince too. He has brown hair that sticks up, [ God knows what kind of hair gel he uses ] and perfect grey eyes.
He is quite cute, and, though I haven't known him that long, he seems nice enough.
Though no one knows, I picked up a 'liking' to chivalrous guys. I must've picked it up from Holli.
I would really like to ask him on a date, but I'm not really sure if I could trust him so fast..
I just don't want to go through that again.
If Holli was here.. She would say something along the lines of, "Love like you've never been hurt."
Well. EASIER SAID THEN DONE.
But honestly...
He has a band-aid on his face, because apparently he gets 'beaten up' a lot.
Maybe I should deal with those bastards.
It seems like he's tough too, maybe not as much physically, (Don't tell him I said anything..) as much as emotionally. One day, when we were walking through town, people were talking about me, again.
And.. Though he tried to hide it, I sort of felt him out a shield up, as if blocking those people out. Also, when my dad appeared, and I hid in his chest, (I REGRET NOTHING. My pride stings, but whatever.) I felt safe.
Plus, whatever cologne he uses, it's amazing.
Like..
Okay, Okay! Sorry!
Geez. Even my journal pressures me.
I.. Just don't know if I should tell him. Maybe one day we can go.. Eat dinner somewhere. Get drunk. Maybe that'll get one of us to say something.
Fuck. What if he doesn't like me.
FUUUUUCK.
Well.. He did buy me chocolate..
..
But I'm also a princess. Maybe it was just for that reason.
AGHH! I wish I could know..
Well..
Until next time,
3\/|3 DAR5Y
P.S: Did I mention he is super cute?
P.P.S: He made me SMILE. In PUBLIC. ..I can't really be that much in love, can I?
P.P.P.S: It's like.. Late. I should stop writing./
-Evie closed her journal, locking it with a key. She quickly put the key into a drawer, locking that drawer with a key before putting that key into a safe. Feeling satisfied, she went to go change into a tanktop and sweats. Once in those, she washed her face, braided her hair, putting it into a ponytail before going to bed.-
Characters: Evie, with flashbacks of Siok, and a whole bunch of mentioning of Ryo.
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ENTRY: 'I hate to say it, but I'm falling for him.'
/His name is Ryo, and well. He's a prince too. He has brown hair that sticks up, [ God knows what kind of hair gel he uses ] and perfect grey eyes.
He is quite cute, and, though I haven't known him that long, he seems nice enough.
Though no one knows, I picked up a 'liking' to chivalrous guys. I must've picked it up from Holli.
I would really like to ask him on a date, but I'm not really sure if I could trust him so fast..
I just don't want to go through that again.
If Holli was here.. She would say something along the lines of, "Love like you've never been hurt."
Well. EASIER SAID THEN DONE.
But honestly...
He has a band-aid on his face, because apparently he gets 'beaten up' a lot.
Maybe I should deal with those bastards.
It seems like he's tough too, maybe not as much physically, (Don't tell him I said anything..) as much as emotionally. One day, when we were walking through town, people were talking about me, again.
And.. Though he tried to hide it, I sort of felt him out a shield up, as if blocking those people out. Also, when my dad appeared, and I hid in his chest, (I REGRET NOTHING. My pride stings, but whatever.) I felt safe.
Plus, whatever cologne he uses, it's amazing.
Like..
Okay, Okay! Sorry!
Geez. Even my journal pressures me.
I.. Just don't know if I should tell him. Maybe one day we can go.. Eat dinner somewhere. Get drunk. Maybe that'll get one of us to say something.
Fuck. What if he doesn't like me.
FUUUUUCK.
Well.. He did buy me chocolate..
..
But I'm also a princess. Maybe it was just for that reason.
AGHH! I wish I could know..
Well..
Until next time,
3\/|3 DAR5Y
P.S: Did I mention he is super cute?
P.P.S: He made me SMILE. In PUBLIC. ..I can't really be that much in love, can I?
P.P.P.S: It's like.. Late. I should stop writing./
-Evie closed her journal, locking it with a key. She quickly put the key into a drawer, locking that drawer with a key before putting that key into a safe. Feeling satisfied, she went to go change into a tanktop and sweats. Once in those, she washed her face, braided her hair, putting it into a ponytail before going to bed.-
The Rebel Girl
[ Seperate Series; Following "Unnatural." ]
'I guess, a lot has happened.' She murmured. The stares and murmuring was buzzing in her mind and ears as she walked down the dirt and dust street of a small town. Her head was down, knowing exactly what they were talking about. Something about how her dad had sold her, or how she killed her mom. And even about her abusive boyfriend.
-Flashback-
She walked into a pub, looking around. At this time, her blond hair was down a bit past her shoulders. Her green eyes were vibrant. A man approached her, his auburn color hair, the color of the most vibrant Autumn leaves, covering his face. He said nothing as he sat next to her.
"Give me a rum, and get the lady, one of whateva she wants."
At first, Evie had no idea that the 'lady' was her. But as she saw the bartender, she blinked. "Oh.. Uh.. I'll just have.. some rum."
The bartender nodded, slamming the cups next to the two. Evie took one, chugging about half of it. Her eyes were blank.
"Wow. That bad?" The male joked, but received a glare from Evie.
"Don't fuck with me, hobo." She murmured under her breath.
"Oooh~ Feisty." The male laughed, taking a quick swig from his glass.
Evie remained silent, finishing her glass.
"Another round, for my lady!" He called, the bartender sending him a glare.
"You better pay your tab, Siok." [ Pronounced, Suh-yok; only slurred. ]
So called Siok rolled his eyes. "You know I will."
Evie blinked as another cup of run was placed in front of her. "Thanks, dude." She murmured to Siok.
The male grinned, flipping his hair, for it was in his eyes. "No problem, Hun."
Evie rolled her eyes, but she felt her heart flutter.
"So?" Siok pressed, looking at her.
"So what?" Evie snapped back.
The male gave a laugh, so charming that it caused Evie's stomach to tumble. "I asked you a question."
Evie was slightly embarrassed, "Repeat it."
Siok laughed, "Nah."
He got up, walking away to a different table, one with a few guys, who seemed to be her friend.
Evie sat for a long time, finishing her rum before walking over to the table. Her frogged shorts barely reached the halfway point from her hips to her knees. The male she had talked to before was sitting by himself on a booth, for his other friend left. Evie took his place quickly.
"Oh hey, rum girl," Siok laughed.
Evie shot him a glare, giving him no response.
"What's your name?" He asked, a slight Southern accent tainting his voice, and Evie felt herself blush slightly.
"A-" She started. 'No. My name is Evie now.' The teen thought. "Evie." She didn't even mean to tell him her name, and she was quite shocked she did.
"Nice to meet you, Evie. My name is Siok.
Evie just shrugged, her black jacket a bit dusty from the outside.
Siok just laughed. "Do you want to go somewhere? I'll buy you something."
Evie was a bit skeptical. "Why?"
Siok smiled, "It looks like you will need every friend you could have, don't you think."
And Evie admitted it. She had no one, and that was the way it seemed like it would be. Until Siok talked to her. "Fine."
The male grinned, taking her hand and leaving the restaurant, "forgetting" to pay his tip. He walked her down the streets, arm linked with her. Evie smiled, stopping as she saw an animal shelter. [A/N: She showed a lot more emotion back during this time- Which is after she had the experiments done to her.] Without waiting for Siok, she entered, heading instantly to the bird section. She stared at the birds happily, putting her finger in a cage of a pretty, purple and blue one. It hopped onto her finger, and chirped.
"If you want it, you can have it." Siok said.
"Well duh," Evie murmured. "I think I will keep you. I'll call you..." She stopped, trying to decide. "Dawn."
Siok got the volunteer to give him the paper work and stuff, handing it all to Evie.
Evie filled it out, and the moment they got outside, she let it out of its cage, and it flew away. Evie set the cage on the ground, walking away.
The auburn-haired male was confused. "Wait, you're not going to keep it?"
The blond grinned to herself. "If I love something, and it loves me back, it will always find me."
He rolled his eyes. "No one actually believes that."
Evie didn't even turn back. "Guess I'm nobody."
Siok sped-walked after her. "Do you have a place to stay?"
The teen shook her head, "Nope."
"How about you stay at mine?"
It was asked like a question, but there was some force telling her to accept. And Evie couldn't fight it.
"Sure.." She mumbled, following him to his house.
It wasn't long after that, that Evie practically moved into Siok's house. She trusted him to the highest capacity.
One day, they were laying on the couch, Evie in his lap, and Siok gently lacing his fingers into Evie's hair.
They had been dating for almost 6 months.
"How about we get married..?" Evie asked, green eyes watching him.
"We.. Could." Siok murmured back. "But isn't it too early?"
Again, the force on the words. Evie nodded slowly. "Yeah, your right."
It wasn't a few weeks later that there was a huge fight. They were fighting over who knows what, daggers and knives involved. Evie, who wasn't the best at the time, was nearly automatically conquered by him.
And was he angry. He yelled at her, spitting. "Stupid little bitch." He dug the knife along her spine, causing it to bleed out.
Evie flailed, eventually passing out from the blood loss.
She woke up, tied to a bed. Except. The bed was metal. A jolt caused her to come to her senses.
"Glad your awake, dearie.." Came a dark voice. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Siok.." She murmured breathlessly.
"That'd be my name." He flipped a switch, a huge electric current sweeping through Evie's body.
She screamed, writhing in pain. Hot tears fell from her eyes. "How could you betray me?! I loved you, didn't you love me?"
Siok just laughed, an obnoxious one. "Everything was fake, dearie. You see, I'm a syren. I lure people in. It's kind of my.. Thing." A crooked smile.
-End of flashback-
I guess that was the start of my trust issues. I put up so many walls now, and try to hide my emotions. During that period of time, I was abused physically often by Siok, but thankfully he never went as far as to rape me.
Maybe there really is a god.
I still have the scar on my spine. It used to make me cry, but now I'm over it. I wish I could say that I have had my revenge, but Siok has disappeared.
At least he's gone. I guess it could be worse. But, there's this other guy now.
And I hate to say it, but I'm falling for him.
'I guess, a lot has happened.' She murmured. The stares and murmuring was buzzing in her mind and ears as she walked down the dirt and dust street of a small town. Her head was down, knowing exactly what they were talking about. Something about how her dad had sold her, or how she killed her mom. And even about her abusive boyfriend.
-Flashback-
She walked into a pub, looking around. At this time, her blond hair was down a bit past her shoulders. Her green eyes were vibrant. A man approached her, his auburn color hair, the color of the most vibrant Autumn leaves, covering his face. He said nothing as he sat next to her.
"Give me a rum, and get the lady, one of whateva she wants."
At first, Evie had no idea that the 'lady' was her. But as she saw the bartender, she blinked. "Oh.. Uh.. I'll just have.. some rum."
The bartender nodded, slamming the cups next to the two. Evie took one, chugging about half of it. Her eyes were blank.
"Wow. That bad?" The male joked, but received a glare from Evie.
"Don't fuck with me, hobo." She murmured under her breath.
"Oooh~ Feisty." The male laughed, taking a quick swig from his glass.
Evie remained silent, finishing her glass.
"Another round, for my lady!" He called, the bartender sending him a glare.
"You better pay your tab, Siok." [ Pronounced, Suh-yok; only slurred. ]
So called Siok rolled his eyes. "You know I will."
Evie blinked as another cup of run was placed in front of her. "Thanks, dude." She murmured to Siok.
The male grinned, flipping his hair, for it was in his eyes. "No problem, Hun."
Evie rolled her eyes, but she felt her heart flutter.
"So?" Siok pressed, looking at her.
"So what?" Evie snapped back.
The male gave a laugh, so charming that it caused Evie's stomach to tumble. "I asked you a question."
Evie was slightly embarrassed, "Repeat it."
Siok laughed, "Nah."
He got up, walking away to a different table, one with a few guys, who seemed to be her friend.
Evie sat for a long time, finishing her rum before walking over to the table. Her frogged shorts barely reached the halfway point from her hips to her knees. The male she had talked to before was sitting by himself on a booth, for his other friend left. Evie took his place quickly.
"Oh hey, rum girl," Siok laughed.
Evie shot him a glare, giving him no response.
"What's your name?" He asked, a slight Southern accent tainting his voice, and Evie felt herself blush slightly.
"A-" She started. 'No. My name is Evie now.' The teen thought. "Evie." She didn't even mean to tell him her name, and she was quite shocked she did.
"Nice to meet you, Evie. My name is Siok.
Evie just shrugged, her black jacket a bit dusty from the outside.
Siok just laughed. "Do you want to go somewhere? I'll buy you something."
Evie was a bit skeptical. "Why?"
Siok smiled, "It looks like you will need every friend you could have, don't you think."
And Evie admitted it. She had no one, and that was the way it seemed like it would be. Until Siok talked to her. "Fine."
The male grinned, taking her hand and leaving the restaurant, "forgetting" to pay his tip. He walked her down the streets, arm linked with her. Evie smiled, stopping as she saw an animal shelter. [A/N: She showed a lot more emotion back during this time- Which is after she had the experiments done to her.] Without waiting for Siok, she entered, heading instantly to the bird section. She stared at the birds happily, putting her finger in a cage of a pretty, purple and blue one. It hopped onto her finger, and chirped.
"If you want it, you can have it." Siok said.
"Well duh," Evie murmured. "I think I will keep you. I'll call you..." She stopped, trying to decide. "Dawn."
Siok got the volunteer to give him the paper work and stuff, handing it all to Evie.
Evie filled it out, and the moment they got outside, she let it out of its cage, and it flew away. Evie set the cage on the ground, walking away.
The auburn-haired male was confused. "Wait, you're not going to keep it?"
The blond grinned to herself. "If I love something, and it loves me back, it will always find me."
He rolled his eyes. "No one actually believes that."
Evie didn't even turn back. "Guess I'm nobody."
Siok sped-walked after her. "Do you have a place to stay?"
The teen shook her head, "Nope."
"How about you stay at mine?"
It was asked like a question, but there was some force telling her to accept. And Evie couldn't fight it.
"Sure.." She mumbled, following him to his house.
It wasn't long after that, that Evie practically moved into Siok's house. She trusted him to the highest capacity.
One day, they were laying on the couch, Evie in his lap, and Siok gently lacing his fingers into Evie's hair.
They had been dating for almost 6 months.
"How about we get married..?" Evie asked, green eyes watching him.
"We.. Could." Siok murmured back. "But isn't it too early?"
Again, the force on the words. Evie nodded slowly. "Yeah, your right."
It wasn't a few weeks later that there was a huge fight. They were fighting over who knows what, daggers and knives involved. Evie, who wasn't the best at the time, was nearly automatically conquered by him.
And was he angry. He yelled at her, spitting. "Stupid little bitch." He dug the knife along her spine, causing it to bleed out.
Evie flailed, eventually passing out from the blood loss.
She woke up, tied to a bed. Except. The bed was metal. A jolt caused her to come to her senses.
"Glad your awake, dearie.." Came a dark voice. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"Siok.." She murmured breathlessly.
"That'd be my name." He flipped a switch, a huge electric current sweeping through Evie's body.
She screamed, writhing in pain. Hot tears fell from her eyes. "How could you betray me?! I loved you, didn't you love me?"
Siok just laughed, an obnoxious one. "Everything was fake, dearie. You see, I'm a syren. I lure people in. It's kind of my.. Thing." A crooked smile.
-End of flashback-
I guess that was the start of my trust issues. I put up so many walls now, and try to hide my emotions. During that period of time, I was abused physically often by Siok, but thankfully he never went as far as to rape me.
Maybe there really is a god.
I still have the scar on my spine. It used to make me cry, but now I'm over it. I wish I could say that I have had my revenge, but Siok has disappeared.
At least he's gone. I guess it could be worse. But, there's this other guy now.
And I hate to say it, but I'm falling for him.
But he left me too.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Unnatural - Part 3
I walked over to the tree, cautious. But what peeked out of the leaves, was a human face. I swear, I jumped at least 3 feet backwards.
The woman laughed, jumping out of the tree. "Sorry to give you a fright. My name is Molle." [ Pronounced like Molly ]
I looked at her, remembering the gray eyes she had seen on the bird. The woman seemed to be in her thirties. "You are like me," Evie stated dumbly.
Molle laughed. "Sort of. I was born this way, though. Look, I know you must be confused, but please, let's sit and relax. I'll tell you everything."
I just nodded. I wasn't worried for my life. Molle.. Just seemed like family. We sat, eating some small crackers and sipping tea. I was never really a fan of the boiled liquid, but I drank it anyway.
"Now, I can see that you don't know how to hide your wings."
I nodded, my wings involuntarily moving. I realized that at the moment, the gold ring I had found was clenched in my left fist. I slowly opened my hand, picked it up and put it in my right fourth finger.
Molle continued on. "Think of your wings slowly folding into your skin, melding with your shoulder blades."
I winced. That sounded.. So gross. I did it anyway though, or at least tried. Blood was everywhere by now, but I didn't give up. Eventually I got it. And by eventually, I mean a year later.
By then, Molle was practically my mom. I was 13, and she enrolled me into 8th grade. I hid my wings, and I was fine. A normal student. Or so people thought.
I became a sort of outcast though, I never really talked to anyone. But one day, some guys started picking on me. I had dyed my hair black that week, with a few pale pink highlights. My bangs covered parts of my eyes and then began yelling at me.
"What are you, some emo kid?"
I was shocked. What was this. We were in an empty classroom, them slowly backing me into a corner. The only way out was an open window but we were on the 10th level of our elite school.
Molle already had taken care of my clothes, cutting large, but hardly noticeable holes in them so my wings could fit. I ran to the window, jumping out. My wings flapped out. By now, I could fly quite well. I remember the guys screaming names at me.
That was the day everything went south. I flew away from school before tucking my wings in and running home. I was sure Molle would hate me. That was practically her only rule: "Don't let anyone see your wings."
She would be mad at me, just like my birth parents were.
What if she sold me, or tried to kill me..
I made my way to the door, standing outside of it. I started crying, trying to build up the strength I needed to enter. Eventually, I did.
I opened the door to find Molle face down, sprawled across the beige carpet. Well, it was beige, now it was maroon. The tears flowed faster as I screamed, falling by her side.
She was dead. D-E-A-D, dead.
I remember telling myself that I was a curse. "Everyone I get closed to is in danger." I swore to myself I would never be close to anyone. Never again.
I took all of my possessions, stuffing them into my suitcase. When I entered my room, I was surprised to see a wrapped box laying neatly on my bed. I went over, sitting on the edge of the full sized bed. Undoing the ribbon, and pulling the top off I found a leather jacket. Just like Molle's. I choked back a sob. I would never lose it. I put it on slowly, but it was too big for me. However, I didn't take it off.
I moved Molle outside, into the forest where I buried her and planted flowers. Daffodils. It just seemed fitting. I stayed at the house for a few more days before leaving.
I met a few people, but I gave them the cold shoulder, just ignoring them. If they did try to talk to me, I simply would talk back in a flat voice. They usually left me alone after that. But I was desperate for attention. I became a daredevil, riding motorcycles across a canyon at top speeds, jumping over the gap. People just called me "punkass." I didn't try to correct them.
Because lies feel better than reality.
I need attention, but I always push away. I'm too souls, fighting with each other.
My social, human side; and the hawk part of me that wanted to be alone.
I had no idea what to do.
I stayed a long time in the forest, foraging for berries, killing a few squirrels here and there.
I didn't really like killing though. I felt bad.
I wondered if either my sister, or Holli were alive.
I guessed that if they had died, I would've felt something.
But then again.. I didn't feel Molle die.
My home was a small cave. I'm surprised no other animals found it. Sure, there was the occasional animal that would peek in.. But no one really stayed.
Until that damn cat came.
The cat came every night, meowing endlessly.
I remember getting so annoyed that I threw my dinner, which was a rabbit, at it. The cat happily ate it. I had nothing though, but the cat, thoughtful enough went out and killed a mouse for me, putting it by my feet.
I really wanted that rabbit though.
The cat curled next to me, and I fell asleep too.
And when it started meowing, I just slapped it.
Seriously though! It needed to shut up.
I'm just turning 16 years now, living in the wilderness with my cat.
I think I will name it Molle.
It has the same gray eyes, and the same brown fur.
I never really believed in reincarnation, but I do now.
Thanks Molle.
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EPILOGUE:
One day when I was exploring, I saw this huge castle. It was white, slightly medieval looking. I got an urge to go to it, for it seemed to draw me in. I tucked my wings in, gritting my teeth. There was no movement, but soon, one girl walked out.
Her brown hair that formed in small ringlets moved as she walked. I purposely stepped on a twig.
Her brown hair that formed in small ringlets moved as she walked. I purposely stepped on a twig.
The girl pulled out a dagger, her eyes searching the forest.
I hid behind the trunk of a tree, peeking around slowly.
I never was so happy to see glowing blue eyes.
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END OF UNNATURAL.
So, you liek? I dunno, I did. Throughout writing it, I actually cried. I also smiled. I smiled most of the time, xD. This is actually one of the first stories I wrote with first POV. It was so difficult! I felt like I kept putting "I did this" and "I did that". I tried to change it up. It didn't really work.
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Unnatural Part Two
When I woke up, all I felt was a sharp stab in my shoulderblades. The scientists crowded around me, I could hear them. But I didn't open my eyes. I was trying to make sense of it all.
"Subject B1857, Experiment W14, Success." A scientist said.
At this point in time, I realized that I wasn't on the metal bed, but rather sitting cross-legged in a cage. My green eyes searched frantically. I was clothed in the same tank top and jeans as I have had for the last 4 years. They led me out of the cage, a gun between my two shoulder blades. I was used to it by now, but something pink and fluffy caught my eyes.
I remember being so confused, but had no words. Though I didn't have the best education, I knew some words.. I just.. Didn't know what to do. They led me to a different room, one I have never been in before. They shoved me in, slamming the thick metal door slamming behind me. I turned to look at it, and through the dim light I could see the claw marks. I let out a short gasp. There were claws and dents everywhere, clearly from different people.. Or things.
I gently rested my hand on the sharp metal. A shock of sadness, anger and fear came to my mind, and I nearly screamed at the intensity.
"What the Hell.." I muttered, my eyes wide. "This is so weird.."
A voice behind me replied, clearly feminine, "That it is."
I turned to face the darkness, trying to see who spoke. "What did they do to me.."
The silhouette showed as the person walked closer. She was the same girl I saw earlier, the one they took. I swallowed hard. Her blue eyes were so filled with fear. I was so concentrated on her fear, that was wafting off of her, I almost didn't hear her reply.
"You have wings.. They are beautiful.."
I froze, my voice more cautious then a polar bear on thin ice. "I have wings..? Like an Angel?"
It took a while for the other girl to respond. "Yes.. Actually," she contemplated a bit more. "More like a hawk, or an eagle. But sort of like an Angel."
My voice was shaky, "What did they do to you?" I slowly turned to look at my arm, where the "name" I was called was tattooed on.
The girl replied, "I'm.. A human that's a wolf."
"So, like a werewolf."
"Not exactly. I can be either, wolf or human, but instead of having a werewolf form, I.." She blinked, disappearing into the darkness before coming back with wolf ears and a tail. "I have these."
I slowly nodded, "What's your name.. Like, your real name."
The girl started slowly. "I can't tell you. I am a wanted criminal."
I blinked a few times, my eyes meeting her unnaturally blue ones. "Your eyes are so vibrant, they seem to glow."
The girl seemed shocked. "So are yours, they are emerald. It's really weird."
We stood in silence for a while before I moved to sit on the ground. "My name is Alita.. But I am thinking of changing it."
The girl that looked my age didn't say anything. "How about Evie.. I added that to my middle name. It means 'ever', like you will fight forever for what's right." She let out a quiet laugh, her voice sarcastic. "It sounds stupid, I know. But, I guess I needed something."
I smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Evie."
Blue eyes met green. "Nice to meet you, call me Unknown, Since H1560 is a bit difficult."
It took me a while to respond. "How about I call you H."
She nodded, smiling. "Sure, knock yourself out."
There was a long moment of silence.
I muttered to her, and though I didn't know it then, I was speaking on such a high frequency that only we, having animal DNA, could hear. "We should escape."
We talked in our high frequency. It was like our own secret language. We knew people were watching us, so we pretended to be stupid. Muttering to ourselves. We eventually came up with a plan. A very bad one. The chances it would work..? Small. Very small.
But it was also simple. Basically, when the people came to open our cage, we would run for it. We would free as many people as we could. The two of us promised to always be together. No matter what. In a way, she was like my sister. I felt like I could relate to her. But the more I looked at her, the more I thought about Addy. The time came though. The time to run.
And run, we did.
We ran faster than probably the laws of running. As fast as we could. My wings slowed me down, for I had no idea how to use them. But we managed anyway, freeing quite a few people. And actually it all seemed too easy.
Because no one tried to stop us.
We found our way out, and we celebrated, her looking down, due to her being a few inches taller. Blue meets green, our eyes shining. At that moment, I found two small rings on the ground. One with silver wings, and a pink gem; the other with gold wings, and a green gem. I picked then up, handing her the silver one. "For you."
I never thought I'd see the eyes so happy.
Or scared.
But it was then that we ran, heading off into the forest. But H.. she disappeared. The one moment I turned, she was gone. All that was left was a small card. One that read: "Holli Yukiro-Evi Kyo."
But I was confused. It took me a long time to realize that H, or should I call her Holli, was gone. I slumped to the ground. But a call came out, and though I normally probably wouldn't have cared, I cared now.
It was like family, the noise of a hawk. I looked to see a hawk land by my feet. I got up, watching it.
The bird hopped along, every once in a while doing a bigger hop and letting its wings hold it. Hop, hop, hop, hop, glide. Over and over again. Feeling foolish, I imitated it. I was surprised to feel my feet not touch the ground, my wings straining to hold me. They were so weak.
But when the bird stared at me, I noticed that its eyes, were an unnatural shade of gray. Hawks couldn't have grey eyes.. Could they? I shrugged. I didn't know much about them, so why not.
Eventually the bird flew away, landing in a tree a while away.
I wasn't ready for what happened next.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Unnatural Part 1
I remember back then, when everything was normal. I loved my parents. I really did. I was that one toddler that couldn't be separated from her parents, or her older sister. Me and my older sister would do everything together. We loved picking flowers, our blond hair waving in the wind. I guess, now that I look back at it, I was always favored. Not that it mattered anymore.
On my sisters 6th birthday, it was a day of celebrating. I was four. "Happy birthday, Addy!" I squealed, laughing. My older sister smiled, leaning down to blow out her candles. My mom stopped her.
"Wait for us to sing Happy Birthday, Adeline."
I never suspected a thing. I feel so stupid now, but I guess it was because I was young. "Happy birfday to you, Happy birfday to you! Happy birfday dwear Addie! Happy birfday to you!" I was such a child then, what was I doing.
Addy blew out the candles then, and I clapped happily.
I never suspected a thing.
It was only a few days later that mom, dad, and Addy had to go somewhere. I was left at home, but that was okay. I could play Barbie's by myself. When my parents did come back, they were crying. I ran to them, tears flying from my eyes as well, though I didn't know what was wrong. I now know that they weren't even crying.
"Addy," My mother began, choking out the words. "She left us, said that she didn't love us."
I was confused. What did that mean? She didn't love us.
My dad backed her up, "Addy isn't coming back, Alita."
My name. My birth name. Alita. Alita Darcy. My older sister, Addy Darcy would never come back. I remember how much I cried that day. I remember how much I cried after that. When I turned 5, I was taken to Kindergarten. Everyone whispered about me, and when I tried to talk to them, they would leave. I was known as "the girl who ran away's little sister". I also had a lot of anger issues then, and had to constantly go to the counselor.
But my parents got angry. Especially my mom. They yelled at me, saying, screaming why couldn't I be normal. But one day, it came out.
My dad yelled at me, "We should have gotten rid of you, instead of Addy!"
I didn't feel sadness. I felt anger. I was only 5 at the time, but I remember by eyes widening. I could feel them widen. I remember grabbing a steak knife with my chubby hands. My mom was turned around to my dad, they were yelling at each other. I remember slowly advancing.
I remember bring the knife into my mothers back, bringing it back and forth. I remember the sound of the many sharp points tearing through her human flesh. But best of all, I remember watching the light of her eyes escape. I remember the blood. For sure, the blood. My dad came crashing towards me.
"YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed at me.
I was too slow to get the knife back, and besides, I was just registering that I killed my mother. My own mother. I was a sick person. I was only 5 years old.
He grabbed me, dragging me to the basement, practically slamming my small body on every wall he could. I remembered flailing, hot tears burning my eyes. He opened the basement door, throwing me down. I remember crashing into the bottom steps, sure my head cracked open. I screamed, my throat becoming raw. I screamed non-stop, until I heard my dad from upstairs.
"SHUT UP NOW! YOU STUPID LITTLE STUPID ASS!
And when everything turned black, I thought it was for good.
But it wasn't. He kept me in the basement, sliding bread and a small cup of water every once in a while. But I never was taken out. Years went by, I was suddenly an 8 year old girl, with hardly any education.
I remember the day when those people came. When I was finally taken out of the dark basement, my skin so pale, my blond hair dirty and greasy. I was around 4'7, then. I remember the pain of the light. My eyes were red from crying every day, and now they had to deal with the burning sensation of the light. But everything was dark. I felt my arms being forced behind me, then a clicking sound. Hand-cuffs. I felt myself being led up stairs, led into something cold.. And metal. I remember hearing the distant voices of my dad and a stranger.
"Here you go, Mr.Darcy. The money, as promised."
"Oh, you didn't have to give me money, but thank you."
He sold me. I felt the tears starting up again, but sadness was over came by anger. I clenched my fists, screaming and yelling until something slammed into the box. I was in. By now, I sort of knew it was a cage.
And when that loud noise hit the cage, I let out a low whine. It was an inhuman noise. The car seemed to drive forever. But when it finally stopped, I heard the car doors open, as I was led out of the cage. Then I felt something hard, circular and metal in the middle of my back. When I stopped walking, I felt it jab into my shoulder bone. I winced. They took off whatever was covering my eyes, and I cringed as the sun bore down on me. It took me a while to get used to it. They were leading me to a white building. Nothing looked familiar. I was taken inside, put in a cell. I looked around, so many gruesome things were happening. At first I looked away, but then I stared.
Many years went by then. I was known only by one thing. B1857. I remember growing up in the factory.. Or whatever it was. When I turned 13, I was well aware of what would happen soon. But one day, another female arrived. Her hair was dark blue, short and reaching her chin. Her eyes were a pretty ocean blue. I heard the scientists talk.
"Girl, Age 13. Wanted Criminal for Shoplifting. Experiment A9. ID Number, H1560."
She was taken away into a different room. I don't think I have ever seen someone cry and scream so much.
But when she came out, she was shaking. Her blue eyes stared through my cage. I slowly turned, blue meeting green. But as footsteps approached I turned. They opened my cage, quickly surrounding me so I couldn't escape. They pushed me to the other room. My footsteps were cautious, but I had no choice. It was either this, or die. Even now, 3 years later, I still would have done the same thing.
They latched me to a metal bed, putting some mask over my face. The last thing I remembered was the metal things bolting me to the ground, and the many scientists above me.
Hello :)
Alright kiddos, here we go! Story time.
Here I will write all of my stories.
And by I, I mean Holli Kyo.
But my birth name is Maegan Lloyd.
Nice to meet cha.
Here I will write all of my stories.
And by I, I mean Holli Kyo.
But my birth name is Maegan Lloyd.
Nice to meet cha.
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