Saturday, May 30, 2009

Punishment My Husband

Yes, new character ~ ~ (not shown)

This idea came to me last night. Is half WTF?!, Not too well written, but anyway: D

Title:

Vincent, Naima and parties "Fandom" LD! AU

was not long before the party started and Vincent was already anxious to leave. Predictably, no doubt, but why had he agreed to go if you knew this would happen?



Oh, right ...


"Please, go. Please, please, the remembrance of that voice repeating over and over again ordered the same sentence. Insisting. And he was absolutely sure I could have ignored the pleas ... except when that girl was annoying. Naima, damn. I never thought that someone might be annoying to the point where he could convince of anything.

But now there was nothing else to do. It was there out of that room full of music at a deafening volume, trying to find something which approaches a "tranquility." In short, at least Maribell had not attended, but because their mission would have failed.

took another inhaled cigarette in her hand while trying to convince himself that it was not a complete idiot for being there. However, a little conversation between two guys who had just left the damn room filled with music and lights, distracted him from his thoughts.

- Did you see that girl?

- What? Does that Naima?

- Yes!

"Rare", could not help thinking. In any event with many people, young people were talking about Claire. Maybe mention his hyperkinetic friend, but she was never in the conversation. He speculated about what might have happened, considering the personality of the girl.

He decided that anything that had happened, could not be good. Perhaps unintentionally got drunk or something.

And just for curiosity. Just for that, decided to take a look.

However, when it sank in that disaster of lights, in the improvised nightclub, failed to find the girl. Who if he could locate was a Eirian, somewhat apart from all the frantic dance (it was known that the redhead was just physical strength.)

- where is Naima? "He asked, as soon as I managed to get attention, which is not difficult when you measure six feet and smell of cigarette smoke.

The other kid just snorted, rolling his eyes.

"You should put a little more care that people are doing here. It's there, "he added, indicating a point that seemed the most peaceful in the dance floor.

Vincent And then understood why people talked about Naima and also the reason I had not realized that being in that place so easy to see. Because it did not go unnoticed, quite the opposite.

But even seemed to herself. It was not that girl something dazed clueless as ever, though he had the same energy as ever. Or more.

And calm around, it was so obvious that produced it. They could not take my eyes off that girl down. was too captivating to see how she moved. There seemed to be guided by the music, rather gave the impression that preceded his footsteps all sound, complementary. Moreover, the manner in which he slid across the floor, his movements almost frantic, but not exaggerated. It was simply spectacular although the music was not too flashy. Looked like someone completely different.

Fortunately for Vincent, an interruption could break that damn "cute" ... not only print the girl had caused. Aiden came quickly, screaming:

"So you noticed at that chick. Who would have thought? I thought I was going to be slow.

Well, the tall young man's curiosity had been satisfied and had no interest in staying to hear the conversation between Eirian and Aiden, so that disponĂ­aa leave (the irritating music was beginning to cause headaches) to smoke a little more, when he again heard the blonde say

- Hey! Who is the guy dancing with Naima?

I do not know, no one important. Why? "Said his friend. Vincent realized that he had not even noticed the existence of such as dance partners, which irked him a bit ... for your inattention. Either way, it should not matter. Almost left the room.

- He is trying to touch your ass!

backed everything he had walked and looked again at the girl.

- Really? "Said red. None noticed the rapid return of Vincent.

"Yes, just that she seems to be moved ..." stayed a while in silence. Let's see, wait a minute.

And that did the three boys. Not a minute had passed until the stranger that came to try to make his move. Naima only managed to separate and appear to explain with a smile should not do that. Everyone knew it was stupid to think that he I would listen.

Both Aiden and Eirian, were preparing to defend his somewhat scatterbrained friend who kept dancing anyway. However, had no chance to even move, because Vincent was already near the stranger, who had quickly caught the shoulder (after having seen rumors listen to that guy with a cast) and away from the girl. The words were not necessary. He's gray eyes seemed to speak for themselves. Sure. They said: "Depart now, or do not hesitate to kill you with my own hands in the most painful way I can think of. " Explicit, terrifying. It was more than enough.

Naima still did not seem to understand quite what had happened, when Vincent returned and where the other guys. The girl was quick to continue dancing.

But to the surprise of all who were watching the scene and who knew something about that normally cool guy, he just simply approach them and give them a pack of cigarettes, then returned to where she was the girl.

- Hey, are you gonna do? Asked the redhead.

"Apparently dance. Maybe someone from trying to do the same.

And that's what he did. Dance. No, it was not good, it was stiff. And if there was something that everyone was clear was that Vincent would never have done something that was not excellent. Never, however, I was doing.

- Did you see the guy who wanted to ask her to dance with him Naima? Aiden asked, speaking of another unknown. Eirian nodded. Was one of those people who simply is obvious they would never do something like fiddling, right? "Another nod. And Vincent saw it too.

"Yes, he did.

Neither spoke for a while.

"I wonder lightning strikes does believe his own silly excuses for not accepting that can be human, "said Eirian.

-understood half of what you said, but completely.

Vincent did not return to dance, but during the feast, it was watching closely for Naima.

And not even thinking about smoking.

Monday, May 25, 2009

What Does Nasa Use For Fuel

nahiara_hime @ 2009-05 -25T23: 20:00

I have no idea where this came from. Just opened Word and started typing. I do not know if only because I ate too much chocolate that I feel so bad.

Anyway ...

Pull yourself up in bed with nothing to say, what to do. With no one to talk to. You are already used to that.






Mourn in the soul, hold the tears that you tie a knot in my throat. Have wanted to scream. It is no longer a novelty.

Why do you hold, if no one will listen, if all go as open your mouth? Why do you care about the rest if you have left, if there is no one beside you, you're all alone? Why not repeat it again and again that idiot to shut up?

Why did you resign yourself to be dead inside?

There is no hope, you say. How will you feel happy if there's nothing you can give it? How will you ensure that you have not heard if nothing to say?

're doomed to disappear slowly, all against all. And nobody, absolutely nobody, I'd miss. Why should they?

not like you're doing something, it's not like you're visible or necessary.

's not as if there were.

're dead, kid. Accept it. You could mourn, cry out that you could kill you right then and everyone would go, anyway. Always go as you open your mouth. Not only those idiots, but those who really matter.

How can you see the way if your tears blur your eyes? Do not ask me to help you, guide you. I'm ignoring you too and you know.

're a stranger, my reflection, my soul, my bitterness. You are a strange that I can not trust. Unnecessary, abandoned, dangerous.

Even I can take you in my hands and hug. How will other?

'm lost.

Lost.

Lost.

And the living dead. And I'm invisible.

I will not remain alone.

not want to die.

not want to talk about myself.

I will not stay silent.

I have fear. I need a hug.

But there is only emptiness. Vacuum my own loneliness and abandonment.

There is no shadow, no light, no air, no further feelings of despair.

hell ever met, prison without light, your own personal hell. called life.