One dreary evening

“Uwaaaaaaaa”

The young man intently peered out of the living room window, as a heavy downpour suddenly cascaded into the town he and his partner were currently staying.

“So much for the yearly anticipated moon viewing festival, it feels like we traveled here for nothing” Morphuse moaned as he slumped over his seat, a cloud of gloom surrounding him as he dejectedly sighed. Well, he could have continued sulking, if it wasn’t for something hard suddenly smacking his head painfully, as a loud “Itai!” could be heard as he glared at the offending girl.

“Quit you’re whining, or I’ll toss another one at your head.  We can always travel back here next year, although it is regrettable that we’ll miss the event.” Resha replied, a ball of crumpled paper on her hand, smirking at her glaring partner who was rubbing his head. “Besides, we’ll be meeting the rest of the team tomorrow so you don’t have to sulking about. Its not like it’s the end of the world you missed one tiny-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as a wave of violent sneezes suddenly attacked her.

A look of worry appeared on Morphuse face as he approached Resha slowly. “Oi, are you ok?” he softly asked, wincing as another sneeze answered his question. “Or is someone talking about you hmm?” he half joked as he helped her settle down on one of the chairs.

“Not funny ~sneeze~ idiot” The girl crossly replied to him and sneezed again. “It’s probably because of this sudden ~sneeze~ downpour” he heard her reply as he grabbed one of the spare blanket in the room and gently covered in it before heading off to a nearby table, and poured a cup of still warm tea which was provided by the staff earlier.

“I pretty much forgot how sensitive you are to the sudden change of climate.” Morphuse remarked as he handed her the cup of tea. “I mean, when we do missions, your sensitivity doesn’t act up. Must me because of the adrenaline.” He finished lamely as he watched her sip her tea. A moment of silence passed before Resha gently placed her tea cup on the table before she gently stood up and stared at the window.

“The rain has stopped” she pointed out

“ah…”

“Shall we go seat together?”

He didn’t answer as he led her to the large seat, shafts of moonlight piercing through the window as he closed the lights and sat beside her. She let her head settle on his shoulder and let out a quiet gasp as the breaking clouds revealed the double full moon which was said to appear once every year, and with the white tail of a comet slowly streaking over the night sky; both decided it was worth it to travel to this town this year.

“hmm, Resha?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna come back here next year?”

“Yeah, I’d really love to come back here.”

…

..

.

“Hopefully you won’t get another sneezing attack, once is bad enough”

*smack*

“Idiot”

Wisteria

First of all, I’m happy I get to write something meaningful again. The last few months had me worn out that some write ups I had written are stalled again T~T. I dedicate this one shot to a person who, whatever troubles come on that certain person’s life, always has the time to drop by and converse with me whenever I’m online. Whatever your reasons maybe, please know I’ll always be here for you :3.

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Wisteria

wis·ter·i·a

(plural wis·ter·i·as or wis·ter·i·a)

noun

deciduous climbing flowering plant: a deciduous climbing bush. Flowers: blue, pink, or white, hanging in clusters.

“Sempai, quit being a know it all and just look at them. I prefer admiring them peacefully without you ranting again about the subject.”

I chuckled as she cutely pouted at my direction; her delicate figure closely snuggled beside me and continued to stare at awe at the floating petals. One went astray and off it floated down to her lovely nose without her noticing it. I gently picked it up and slightly smiled at her blushing face, which she turned away to hide it. We continued to watch it until she snuggled closer to me.

“Sempai?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for being there for me”

“Think nothing of it… All I’ve done is what a good friend or older brother would do.”

“But-” here, her small voice paused, as if debating whether she should say something or just stay quiet “I really mean it… After all those things you’ve done for me since moving here, I really appreciate it, I really do. Thank you for everything for all you’ve done.”

“Wait a minute, why are you being so sincere all the sudden Tsukino? I know I’m not that great but hearing you speak all this stuff makes me think something’s wrong.” I turned to look at her and was surprised to see her eyes shining with tears and something else that I couldn’t define. “Did something happen?” I asked gently, hoping I could get a straight answer from her.

“No-nothing’s wrong Yukito-sempai. I just want to be thankful that’s all.” She softly placed her head on my shoulders and whispered, “Let’s just continue watching the blossoms sempai.”

I could only nod at her answer, knowing I couldn’t get her to answer my question and just simply continued to watch the floating blossoms with her, each blossom illuminated by the lights of the park. After awhile, I felt her slightly nod off, a signal that she was already asleep. I knew the weather forecast tomorrow was sunny but with a doubtful mind, I wrapped her in a blanket I prepared and with a quiet “Oyasumi”, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Morning came, along with the twitter of the morning birds made me wakeup from an uneasy sleep. Noticing the familiar weight gone from my side, I slowly turned around and saw beside me a pile of wisteria petals and above it, a letter. Fighting of the uneasiness I felt, I gradually picked it up and read the content of it.

Yukito-sempai,

I’m sorry if I have to leave abruptly. I didn’t want to have a memory of a bitter parting so I arranged at least one final meeting with you. I guess this is my goodbye but all those words I said last night was true and I am in deep gratitude to you. I’ll always cherish the memory of us together under the wisteria blossoms with all my heart.

Good-bye,

Tsukino

I never did get to see her after that… it was if she was never there at all. But every time I  pass by the groove of wisteria blossoms, I could always picture in my mind, her cute pout, her adorable smile and finally… her loving eyes…

~fin~

Unbidden thoughts

Yawn…

Bored…

Pretty much sleepy, done with making my friends/guild mates new site, but I needed to unload this thoughts before lest I forget to write it again >.>

It’s been a long time since I decided to write anything. Scratch that, I’ve been doing things I normally like, with the exception of writing… Poems, fics, write ups…

not a single thing… Until now…

Either I’m really mentally exhausted ~Which I doubt since I’m starting to study advanced codings again~ or the writer in me has been completely been erased. I keep on promising that “Sure, I’ll post my work” or “I’m writing an update already” but thing is, it’s nearing 4 months since I really wrote anything creative. I’m at a loss if I should continue or just plain quit, since I haven’t produced any results. This calls for more deep thoughts, since writing was my only outlet back then, mind bursting with ideas to write, writing or typing each word until I see the end result of that idea. It maybe a shame to quit writing but as they say “You win some, you lose some” or something like that.

*sigh*

Speaking of being exhausted, it’s been a pretty tiresome… months? Straining myself to come up with writing ideas, keeping up with family’s demands, sleepless nights with nightmares regarding my past, then there’s the whole concept of being a deathly worried *former* boyfriend only to break it up for the nth time.

*flips the finger towards the sky, intended to whoever likes to screw his life*

That’s the only thing I could do, since crying and getting drunk over it is pretty overrated in my opinion. Realization that whatever I do, it was all pointless in the end, since well maybe, I didn’t strive enough, didn’t paid attention well, or it wasn’t going to work. I could make oaths or listen to her promises all day long, but in the end, it’s just a petty nonsense, with no solid concrete evidence that it’ll be ever be true.

Just like chasing the end of a rainbow, with no pot of gold in the end…

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…

…

Who am I kidding, I’ll just keep on walking forward like nothing happened

Screw fate, screw commitments, I have my friends to back me up and help me pick up what I lost. That’s my reason why I still continue to move on :3

Memory 2

Chapter 2: The Archer and the Musician

*twang*

*thack thack thack*

The sound of arrows flying and hitting their mark could be heard as members of the Kyūdō Club practiced their archery skills. He was trying to familiarize himself with the school area, and the brief recognition of the Kyūdō Dojo made him curious enough to take a peek inside. Leaning against the wall, he watched the members practice, his eyes wandering around, absentmindedly noting the errors that the younger members have in their foot position and when they were drawing their bow.

“Ok guys, 15 minute break then after that back to practice” A girl of his age yelled to the group, who he assumed as the captain of the club, and wandered near him, talking to the other senior member of the group as she wiped her face with a towel. Smirking, he slowly sneaked behind her back, staying as quiet as possible.

“Still the busy body as ever, neh Aiko?” Cyr asked out loudly, making the girl jump in surprise and the seniors go wide eyed and starting talking to each other excitedly, making younger members look at him curiously.

“Hey, isn’t that?”
“Yeah I know”
“It’s been 2 years since he was here”
“I can’t believe it’s really him”

The chatter of the seniors continued as the Aiko turned around and faced him, a matching smile on her face as she greeted him. “Well surprise, surprise. I never expected you to see here. Don’t tell me you remembered everything and decided to rejoin the club?” Aiko asked him excitedly, glad that he still remembered her.

Cyr shook his sadly as he looked at her. Onaga Aiko, one of his first friends when he moved from the home city of his mother. She was one of his close friends he could still remember along with a certain loud mouth that made him think if it was a right decision to make friend with that guy.

“Oi Aiko, did you hear? Mr. High and Mighty genius is back here in our school”

Well speak of the devil

Aiko groaned as the so called vice-captain of the club entered the dojo, a silly grin on his face, rushing at her, not taking notice of the stranger in their club.

“Sigh, after not seeing your ugly face for a long time, you’re still being an idiot Haru? Kami, I wonder how Aiko survived with you around” Cyr quipped at his so called best friend, trying not to chuckle as Takeuchi Haru looked at him with disbelief. Mouth gaping, Haru looked at Aiko, who just nodded at him and he spoke one word that was very familiar to them.

“Bastard”

Cyr and Aiko laughed at him and proceeded to reminisce about what happened while he was in a deep sleep. A curious female freshman approached the seniors that were eyeing the 3 friends and decided to ask who the strange guy was.

“Sempai, do you know who that guys is? He seems to be very familiar with both the captain and the vice-captain?” the girl asked, watching the strange guy make fun of their vice-captain.

“I suppose it won’t hurt to tell you who he is. Yukikaze Cyr was once a former member of the Kyūdō Club, together with Captain Onaga and Vice-Captain Takeuchi. He was considered a prodigy when it came to archery but an accident happened that left him in a coma. I’m surprised he recovered after being in a deep sleep for almost 2 years.” The senior explained as the freshmen who were listening took another look at the guy and started whispering amongst themselves…

“What a busy day…” A girl with a pony tailed black hair muttered as she wandered around the school garden. With a frustrated sigh, she took a sit on one of the benches, trying to calm her mind as she admired the wisteria that surrounded the garden, watching some of the delicate purple petal float to the ground.

Her mind wandered off as she thought of how she was glad to be back here in her home town. Life in Tokyo wasn’t really that exciting, with all the hustle and bustle within the city that she couldn’t handle the life there and the fact that she missed her friends back home didn’t help her in adapting in the capital. Her mom took pity, and knowing her husband could take care of the family business, decided to move back to Sapporo, since she too missed life in her home town.

She glanced at the case beside her and opened it. She gently took out an elegantly designed Shukahachi Flute, cradling it in her hand. Taking a deep breathe, she decided to play a melody which she made to remind her of a special someone from her past.

“Hey are guys sure this is ok? I mean, won’t your sensei get mad for a stranger using the club’s equipment?” Cyr asked uncertainly, who was dressed in the tradional club uniform, which fit him perfectly. In his hands was a bow, which was just the right height for him.
“Yeah it’s fine. Sensei’s busy with making training schedule that I’m sure he won’t mind if his former student used them. Besides, that’s your old bow, so it’s no problem at all.” Aiko explained to him as the members of the club gathered near the training area, eager to see what the so called prodigy could do.

Sighing, Cyr positioned himself as notched an arrow and drew it, trying to aim at the center of the target. Bracing himself, he let the arrow fly and watched it hit the outer circle of the target.

Groans from the crowd could be heard as he notched another arrow, this time letting his instincts take over. Taking deep, even breathes, he slowly steadied his shaking body as he positioned himself and aimed at the target again. With steady a steady hand, he let the arrow fly again saw it hit the inner circle with a satisfying thud.

Silence surrounded him as the members looked at him with disbelief, trying to figure out how he could correct himself just after the first shot. Aiko and Haru just smirked as they watched their friend position himself for the last shot, looking at him with pride as they saw that their friend still have the skills that made him a prodigy.

Notching the third and last arrow, he slowly took a deep breathe as he aimed. He could hear a soft, calming melody that seemed to echo all over the area. The soft notes were relaxing and pleasant to him that he didn’t think of anything else but the target. With a resolved look, he let the arrow loose for the final time and smiled as he heard a satisfying thud and the cheers of the crowd behind him, as he glanced at the wisteria garden which was just nearby, hoping to see who was playing the sweet melody.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Fuyuaki Shiina finished playing the melody, her eyes drawn to the Kyūdō` Club’s training ground. She could hear the cheers from the students as she saw that the young man had successfully planted an arrow in the center of the target. She gave a cheerful wave at the guy who was staring at her as she packed her flute and decided to call it a day. Unknowingly, they both had the same thoughts on their mind…

“Have we met before?”

Memory 1

Chapter 1: Who are you? Who am I? “Whose eyes are those?” He kept seeing a person with a long black hair, staring at him from far away… He tried to reach out to that person, wanting to know who it was… but… “awww?” Startling awake from his day dream, he felt something licking his arm. He smiled and rubbed his pet puppy’s ear. “Ah, sorry to worry you Riku, I guess I lost myself for a second there.” The teenager said to the puppy as lifted the pup with both hands, watching the dog wag its tail and barked at him. “Enigma, someone wants to talk to you in your computer.” His mom called out to him, using the nickname he hasn’t used for a long time. “Awww, Mom, don’t call me that… I don’t even remember why I took that name in the first place.” The teen grumbled as he carried the pup towards the house, curious on who wanted to talk to him. “Sorry Cy, I just remembered that you always used it when talking to other people in that computer of your. Although…” His mom trailed off, a sad smile appearing on her face. “You need to talk to this person… If I remember right, this one was very close to you.” She whispered to him as she left him by the staircase. Sighing, he wondered who it was… He was never good in recognizing people since the accident. Taking a deep breath, he wandered up to his room and sat in front of his computer. A chat window was open, with a name he didn’t recognize. Shrugging, he started typing on the keyboard. <Enigma>: Um, Hi? <Yuki>: Waaaaaa, Eni, it’s been such a long time <Yuki>: I was almost tempted to believe you were avoiding me >.< <Enigma>: Ano… I know it sounds rude but… can I know who you are? <Yuki>: Eh? You’re joking right, Eni? I know it’s been 2 years since we last talked but can’t you even recognize your own girlfriend? Girlfriend? He let out a hollow laugh as he tried to remember if he had one. Trying to rack his mind for any memory of her, he was just rewarded with an eye splitting headache. Taking a deep breath to calm it down, he proceeded to reply back to her, knowing he was going hurt another person close to him. <Enigma>: Ano… Didn’t anyone that knows me give you any news? <Yuki>: News? About what? Everyone’s been asking where you were since we haven’t heard anything from you this past 2 years. All our friends are worried since you haven’t logged in our regular hang out… He wasn’t surprised she didn’t know… after all, those who knew what happened were only the people he was close with in real life… A sad smile appeared on his face as he typed his reply on the board. <Enigma>: I’ve been… in coma these past 2 years… I just awakened from it 2 months ago… And I’ve been just released last week… and… I can’t recall anything before the accident… I’m sorry… <Yuki>: Still right to the point huh Cy… Please excuse me… I need to go somewhere… And with that, the girl logged off… Perhaps trying to confirm the news… Oddly, he wondered why he didn’t feel anything for the girl… Was he a something of a boy who played a girl’s emotion? All that he could remember was that he was Cyr Yukikaze, born from a Japanese father and a French-Japanese mother. Birth date is September, and living at Sapporo, Japan… He was somewhat happy he recalled some things, like his parents, his favorite past times and even his usernames and passwords… Sighing… he picked up Ruki and petted the dog’s head softly, and staring at the pine tree covered mountain top as he wondered if he could ever remember who he truly was…

A short story

Spring’s warm glow was slowly fading fast

It’s rosy glow starting to diminish

Faintly, he felt the cold wind stirring

Realizing was that golden autumn was upon them

He was seating in the park, all alone, deep in thought, as he watched the golden maple leaves float by. Sighing a little bit, he was glad school term was over and now he had whole month before school started again and had the time to think about what to give to that person…

Hunch in thought, a frown in his face

He brooded over what she’d like

A special thing, a special gift

That was what he needed, to give on a special day

He didn’t notice someone in front of him, since he was still in deep thought. The person in front of him made face as she rolled up her sleeve and gave him a whack on his head.

The guy woke up from his trance and that person glaring at him angrily. He scowled at her as he rubbed his aching head.

Her beautiful face popped into his view

With eyes as blue as the sky that pierced his heart

He knew right from the start she was the one for him

Yet she seemed so far away, a pair of life different from the other

“What did you that for, idiot?” He asked angrily, rubbing his aching head “It served you right, since you left me at school and you didn’t even notice me standing right in front of you” retorted the girl, her voice dripping with sarcasm… The guy turned the other way, mentally slapping himself for forgetting to wait for her after class. He was still looking the other way when he felt someone seat beside him and give out a yawn. He was pleasantly surprised when her head just dropped into his lap. He instantly looked at her and gave a small sigh as he found her sleeping, seemingly tired due to all the crazy things the last day gave to them…

He gazed at her sleeping figure, watching her sleep

Her angelic face nestled gently against his lap

A small smile crept, as he nodded with a decision

As he looked at her ring finger, with a crimson stone on his mind

“Sleep well, dear friend… At least know I know what’ll I give to you on your special day” He whispered to her as she snored lightly… “It doesn’t matter what happens after I give your present… I’m happy enough just to be by your side…” Yukikaze thought as he gazed at her angelic face once again, knowing loving her secretly and trying to having faith she’d accept his gift would be difficult… a very, difficult situation…

Evening drabble

I may not be there for you on your special day… But staring on clear evening sky, I silently whisper “I love you” to the wind that passes by, hoping that it carries my greeting it and reaches where you currently are now… Happy Birthday Hime…

It’s nearly 1am and I’m still staring at my introduction part of my fic. Mah, I’m really getting rusty in writing that I can’t even write a scene where I’m introducing some new characters. ~I forgot which back up cd I put all my other crappy fics… I need to review them to get an idea >.<~ I was hoping to get some ideas when I played the first episode of Murder Princess, but sadly, iRohan finished all the patching needed so poof, I had to turn the vid player off and head straight to the game… ~Ironically, I got disconnected after 10min in the game… damn…~ I guess I’ll be playing it tomorrow on my spare time >.>

Tuesday was a lot of fun… or so… Since Hime was constantly escaping her home to play on a Net Shop even if it’s her birthday ~HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIME!!!~ and making us shisen members drooling over food. She’s 17 now and a year more to go and she’ll be a fully fledge lady desu. ~If I can’t come to her 18th birhtday, I shall commitz seppuku .___.~. Mmm, Tuesday was supposed to be a double celebration, but I intentionally never mentioned it to her, wanting her to celebrate her birthday without worrying what to do with the other occasion. There will be other times to celebrate it since her birthday’s more important than it. ~for the curious, it involves the words “one year” XD~.

Mah… I’ll just continue writing the fic later… A group racing down a secret path, hoping to get a sneak attack upon their opponents, but hidden dangers lurk upon a land that’s been in conflict for 2 years. Wonder what awaits our group upon exiting the ravine?

~Haha, and that’s the part I’m hanged… I needs idea plox… Maybe I’ll get to dream the scene and try make sense of it~

I better go to sleep, the craziness of the fic is starting to affect me. With the cold weather affecting the city, I’m guessing I’ll be waking up late again… but hopefully, not late enough to miss class…

Ciao then guys

Shin-jin

~I’ll give a cookie who can spell my name right XD~

January Wind

“Atop the snow covered hill, we silently stood there. Hand in hand, we slowly looked at each other and smiled, a warm breeze passing by, signaling the end of winter and the beginning of spring, where life starts anew.“

I couldn’t help but stare at the sky tonight… A rounded moon peeking out from the clouds, I can’t help but admire the beauty it brings in the night. It reminded of the nights that I used to stare out of the window, letting ideas to wander around as I think of words to put in a poem or a random drabble that I was writing. It also reminds me of the nights I used to call someone dear to me, talking to her until the wee hours of the morning, not caring about the chilly weather as long I can listen to her voice and let her pour out her bubbly stories and pent up frustrations. I guess that was the time that I really got to know who she really was, which made me want to be that certain person she can always run too whenever she was in a pinch or just someone who she needed to talk too…

Nowadays we just usually talk in instant messengers, although I sorely miss hearing her bubbly voice on the other end of the phone. I’m still a bit confused on what to do on her special day which drawing to a close. But I’m really hoping that I can have an idea on what to do on that day, which I wish can bring a true smile on her face.  Hime, if your reading this, I’m wishing you an advanced Happy 17th birthday. Enjoy your special day, and I hope things will work out for you as you get older. Cheers!!!

Yo

Fuuuuu, it’s been a long time since I posted something like this. Meh, I find this similar to my journal entries but the thing is, I only tend to post in it once a month or so. So here I am, figuring out the design for a prototype system my groupmates and I are tweaking ~which I didn’t do during the holidays since I was totally clueless on what to do with it~. Luckily, I got a hold of samples of layout designs from a close friend. Hopefully with the design sample on-hand, I could actually make the layout before the deadline 2 weeks from now.

~even if that wasn’t enough on my plate, 2 of my preliminary exams where change into research work, meaning that aside from brainstorming ideas for the group program, I have to also give time on researching things about literature and arts… Just great…~ *slumps in defeat*

I guess I’ll have to cut this short, I still have tons of things to do with so little time left. Thanks to Hime for giving me the idea to start a blog again, maybe with this, I’ll let loose some of my ideas here XD.

well, gotta go, ciao ^^