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I laike Manga, Anime, JPOP, KPOP, writing fanfiction (and my own stories:D), drawing stuph, and err I dunno what else:D FACEBOOKING haha. Yeah um and singing ? o.o Well I can't be bothered to put any more than that so..... Yeah if you wanna know something you ASK:D hehe.LINKS
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October 14, 2010 .
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It trickled slowly back into her body.
It was as if the hands of Death had turned into a leaking tap, one which was being fixed, hurriedly, by those hands. They wasted no time in trying to seal off the hole that allowed Life to crawl back into her still figure, broken and bloodied.
But with Life seeping back into her, the pain returned to regain its rule over her contorted, twisted frame once more. She did not feel it at first, only her dry, cracked lips and the lack of energy that had been sucked away. Then as a drop of blood oozed out of a wound and ran down her grimy face, she felt a little elf hammering away on the inside of her head with a sharp axe.
She could feel the bruises evident, hemorrhaging underneath her grazed layers of ashen skin, now reduced to flesh, burning at the touch of the gravel on which she lay.
Her eyelids were being weighed down, like the burden of every muscle had reached an intensity far beyond the painful leg cramps which she used to whine about to Rhia every time she neglected the water she needed to drink every day.
"How long have I been out cold?" she asked herself, and as the black engulfed her eyes, answered the question opened to anyone who was there to answer - but there were none.
"Must've been a day or two at least."
That would explain the extreme hunger that clawed at the pits of her stomach, grinding her insides and acidifying her body because it had nothing to prey on - she hadn't eaten for such a long time, it had felt like eons ago when she had last touched the sunnyside-up egg that Rien had perfected after a few days of practice and many yolks spilling over onto the kitchen tabletop.
That had barely been a few hours before she had been knocked out cold after a neverending fight with Slayden, a battle to the death that none had wished to fight.
And then it finally dawned on her that she was still alive.
Breathing.
She gasped for air, but the injury in her chest made it difficult to breathe. As toxic fumes swarmed into her mouth and flew down her windpipe she choked, but the coughing ended up shaking her entire body into slight spasms, jerking her immobile limbs by a few inches.
At this point, she couldn't even tell if she wanted to be alive or not. Would it have been better if she had just died, and left this world? But that would've be a selfish request. After all, it wouldn't do anyone any good, except maybe Slayden. He might really turn into a serial killer at some point.
But she decided not to think about that, and instead think only of the blazing sphere in the early afternoon sky whose rays struck her flesh like a dangerous spotlight. It made her drip with sweat, not making her feel any more comfortable than she had already been - now the shredded pieces of clothes were not only stained and filthy, but stuck to her skin like fresh glue.
The feeling was the same as when she first stepped onto the barren land where the volcano used to exist. All it had left in its remains were heaps of ashes and red-hot coal, the perfect luxury for a demon. She'd wondered how Slayden survived in there. His master didn't have any troubles with the heat whatsoever - it was how a human could have made that into a home that set her wondering.
If she could just lie here for eternity with a blank mind, and watch the changes in the sky, count the seconds taken for one cloud to come into her view and disappear along with the rest of the cotton wool puffs that drifted along ever so peacefully. Maybe in the winter, she'd get to see the Northern Lights.
"Please, Kaera... Leave me be. Killing my profile won't bring about destruction to your world..."
A heavy sigh she forced out of her lungs, and threw a blanket of nothingness over her eyes and in her mind did she. "Is she really planning on removing me, then?" But her suspicion grew, because surely even a young girl with deep thoughts such as her should have times where predictable things happen. "Yes... Even a genius cannot reach the peak of perfection, of which is like the stars compared to Everest." A ghost of a smile tugged her cracked lips like her heartstrings were being pulled back to the world by life's unbreakable threads. "That was what she taught us all."
... Step. Step.
... Step.
... Step step step step.
... Step step step step step step step step step step
Running. Someone running.
Step step step step step step.
Panting... Step. Step.
Step step step step.
Step step step --pant-- step step step
And the footsteps were getting closer.
Step step --pant-- step step step --pant-- step --pant--
step step step step
And louder.
Step step step step step --flip-- step step --flop-- step --flip-- step step --flop--
And her eyes flew open, just because the rhythm of the steps and the sound of the ever-so familiar pink floral flip-flops rang in her ears, and she a single thought ran in her mind, as though a security alarm had been breached.
In the middle of this dead wasteland -- what was Rhia doing here?
But she need not move, for the smaller girl Rhia had already reached her and collapsed at her side, head resting on her visible ribcage through the torn patchwork clinging onto her skin. Clear drops of water tingled on her skin, but they were hot and flowing like parallel rivers dripping from her large aqua-blue eyes.
For the first time in a while, she was compelled to move.
Reaching out for Rhia's face, channeling what was left of her strength into her right arm, she raised it, fingers daintily caressing her cheek as she shook ever so hard, crying. Crying in desperation for her best friend to stay with her, to survive her excruciating pain, and live on.
A husky laugh tumbled out of her throat, "Haha... Your cheek's as chubby as ever." and barely pinched the side of her face, dirt from her fingernails spilling onto her untainted skin, seemingly staining it.
But this time, Rhia didn't care.
Even when they both heard the new sound of Eizan as he sprinted wide-eyed in their direction, or when Kyler resoundingly called out her name to let her know he was there, before he took off for where they were all gathering at full speed. Sending her a hateful glare, Rhia's round orbs took in her face before grabbing both her cheeks in return. "And Sierra, you naughty girl, your cheeks are just as fat as ever."
Broken by sobs and the happiness of reunion, both began their long symphony of sobbing, crying, wailing and clutching each other in their arms, and showering all their attention on each other. Ignoring the boys, even when they got home and gave Rien the shock of his life, hauling Sierra inside the house. Period.
When complained to by Rien and Kyler, she merely answered with a cheeky grin, "It's what girls do if their relationship doesn't involve constant slapping and bitching about each other's bad habits."
After all, they had a perfectly reliable excuse -- they never thought they'd get to see the other's face again.
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Such is the love I harbour for my dear friend whom I have bestowed upon the name Azeria. Weehee. Thanks so much for being my friend throughout the seven years we've been together, and hahaha I sound like I'm proposing. But I'm not homo, I'm not bi, and I'm not les. I just love the way we forget we were angry at each other and patch up by screaming at each other how hawt some random guy is or how cute Minho is when he's doing aegyo, and become friends again.
I find you annoying at times, I have to confess, but who cares? You're fun like that:D Never let the fun escape. <3
One day, I'll find a way to say "I love you" to you in 10 different languages. At this point of time, I (think) know how to do 7. Three more to go, heehee.
And maybe I'll add on an extra one for a guy I love ? ;D Hahaha jkjk.
Eizan or Kyler, maybe. But they don't exist.
You do. And I love that <3