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snowycrocus · 5 years

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Frozen Fanfiction “Such a Cost” Ch.2/? Elsa Sacrifices her Magic to Save Anna

Start with part one here.

The first time that Anna felt the pain – the sharp, biting burst of cold – she was alone.

It shot through her heart, quick as a flash of lightening, and was gone almost as quickly as it had come.

Anna shrugged, shook her head, and didn’t think any more of it, rising from her bed to begin her day as usual.

The next time when it came, a few weeks later, Anna had joined Kristoff in feeding Sven and cleaning his stall.

A sharp gasp led Kristoff to whip around to search for the source of the sound- Anna, fist over her heart as she hunched over in pain, lost her grip on the carrot which rolled along the floor. She gulped in a breath to attempt to calm the fluttering of her heart and the lack of air.

“Anna!” Kristoff cried, his rough palm squeezing her arms. “What’s wrong?”

But the pain had come and gone again, just like last time. So short-lived it wasn’t even worth mentioning.

She tried to brush it off, bending to retrieve the fallen carrot and offering it to Sven once more. “Must’ve just pulled a muscle or something.”

Kristoff glanced at her concernedly, but accepted her explanation and continued to sweep.

The third time the pain struck, Anna wasn’t as lucky.

She was sitting in on a meeting with her sister and their council. Elsa was mid-sentence when the twinge lanced through Anna’s chest, and she must have made some kind of strangulated noise because Elsa stopped immediately as all eyes turned to the Princess with concern.

“Anna?” Elsa asked delicately, her eyes wide with worry.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s nothing,” Anna protested, waving the room back to continue their meeting. She faked a raspy cough as she tried to catch her breath over her skipped heartbeats. “Just something in my throat.”

Elsa held her gaze, eyes narrowed in suspicion for a moment before returning to the discussion at hand.

Anna tried to refocus on the meeting, but when she went to jot down some notes and noticed her fingertips were blue, she realized she wasn’t all that able to concentrate any longer.

Her symptoms grew with startling intensity over the next few weeks.

Sporadic, sharp bursts of pain grew to become a near-constant ache in her chest. Besides the pain, her heart felt like it was trying to flutter away like a butterfly with broken wings, leaving Anna struggling to catch her breath when her heart skipped one beat, then two, and then three in quick succession.

Had it been just these symptoms alone, Anna would have called for a doctor. She felt something was….wrong, felt it deep in her bones like a set chill that just wouldn’t leave.

But a doctor couldn’t fix the symptoms she was experiencing. A doctor wouldn’t know what to make of the warning signs that followed.

She began to experience frequent headaches- but not the normal, aching-behind-the-eyes ones that normally would come after too many glasses of wine with dinner. No – these were lancing streaks of ice-cold tendrils that snaked their way into her brain, prickled behind her eyes and threatened to puncture through her skull. Pain so sharp and biting it made her vision blur and lose her words.

At night, Anna shivered and trembled with cold – cold which no number of blankets, socks nor warming pans could touch. She piled on blankets and robes and thick woolen socks – layers and layers of them – yet she shook and shivered and trembled under the piles of fabric and couldn’t help but dream of freezing when she finally would drift off to a fragmented sleep.

It was almost as if the cold were within her- an internal source, rather than an external one.

Her fingertips and ears took on a near-permanent tinge of blue. She took to wearing her hair differently to cover her ears and hid her hands in her skirts to avoid the discoloration being spotted. Her fingers went numb, and rubbing her hands together or cupping them around hot mugs of tea and chocolate only would give a temporary reprieve before the sickly hue returned once more.

So, no, a doctor couldn’t help, she knew.

There was only one person - or perhaps being was a better term - who could help; one person who had done so not once, but twice before.

Fear gripped her heart almost as strongly as the cold. She is not afraid of these warning signs because they are unfamiliar. No – in fact, they are too familiar.

She has felt this all before. It’s just….slower, now.

She has to get to the trolls. She will find her way to them, without anyone else knowing. She will sneak out at night, soon. She just has to plan. She needs time.

She hopes she has enough of it.

And Anna knows she cannot tell anyone, least of all Elsa.

Anna grows used to the hiding – it becomes part of her daily routine. Some powder on her ears, gloves when they can be explained away, an extra jacket and scarf and control of her breathing – all in a day’s work, now.

She takes her lunch with Elsa and Kristoff in the dining room on a day with the sun shining through the windows. The warmth from the sun is heating up the room, yet Anna still represses the shivering she feels inside and spoons hot soup into her mouth, praying for its warmth to spread from her fingers to her toes.

Suddenly, a sharp flash of pain spikes through her heart once again, yet this time it is accompanied by an onslaught of cold so severe that Anna clenches her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.

She’s so preoccupied with what she’s feeling that she very nearly misses the clattering of a spoon into a bowl of soup next to her and the tell-tale sign of crackling ice spreading across the tablecloth and freezing the water in their glasses.

“Anna!” Elsa’s voice cries, raw and desperate. She lunges toward her sister, arms outstretched, before catching herself and stepping back, crouched and hunched into herself, hands twining.

Anna looks up in surprise. Elsa hasn’t stepped back from her in months. And why is Kristoff looking at her with that stunned, scared expression?

No one says anything, but Kristoff hands Anna a wide serving spoon with a trembling hand. Anna is confused at first until she realizes that she can see her reflection in the spoon, though it’s a bit distorted.

She takes a look and nearly drops the spoon.

Once again, her hair is streaked with white.

Elsa nearly doesn’t come with them to the Valley of the Hidden Rock, at first.

She’s hunched and trembling, just like she used to be all those months ago. Has it really only been a few months?

She cowers, backed up into the corner of the dining room, shaking like a leaf. Her eyes are wide, scared, like an animal hunted. The air grows cold.

“Did I….?” She whispers. Kristoff and Anna only know what words she speaks by reading her lips from afar. “How?!” The word comes out as a choked, desperate cry. She unclasps her hands to hold them out in front of her, looking at her palms in horror.

Kristoff remembers the rush last time to get Anna to the trolls. There might not be much time now, either, he startlingly realizes. His heart drops, and he grabs her hands. They are ice cold to the touch and he can feel the scrape of frost on hers against his own.

“How long?!” He asks her urgently.

Anna looks away ashamedly, pointedly avoiding Elsa’s direction. “A couple wee-” she pauses, thinking. “-months, now.”

Kristoff sighs, running a hand over his unruly hair and tries not to flinch when Elsa lets out a despairing, painful wail at Anna’s response.

“We gotta get you back to the trolls.” He grabs her arm and pulls her to the door. They both stop in the doorway, turning to look behind them. Elsa is still huddled in the corner, looking after them with frozen tear stains on her cheeks.

“C’mon, Elsa, let’s go,” Kristoff calls almost exasperatedly, his voice rough with tension. “There may not be much time.”

Elsa flinches again at the reminder. “No.” Her voice is raw and hoarse. “I – I shouldn’t. Go without me. Bring her home safe again. Please.”

“Elsa,” Anna calls to her. “You know I need you there. You didn’t do anything!” This isn’t – it can’t be your fault.”

Elsa’s gaze falls back to her hands. “How – how can it not be?”

Kristoff’s mouth sets into a hard line. “I don’t know,” he admits. “But whatever it’s from, we probably don’t have much time to figure it out. Let’s go.”

Alright, any thoughts on what’s going on, here? Guesses? I’m eager to hear your suspicions. *grins madly*

Hint: As I’ve told some of you already, Elsa didn’t *do* anything.

Please please let me know what you think of the chapter! I love to hear any words/comments/tags you care to share, each one means so much! <3

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behmor · 5 years

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“The Hidden Sword”

Chapter One: Nissasssa

Genre: Fantasy

Rating: Teen

Tags: Lgbtq+, Fantasy, Original, Vampire/werewolf discrimination, Violence

The Hidden Sword by: Ady/Mast

Chapter One: Nissasssa

In the middle of the Elmdrhe forrest was a grothra, and his name was Gari Kiplier Tuke Tie’est. Descendant of Kelfn Noitanigami Gelto, son of Kadyr who was the first child to be born on Growalectalep. Gari was out hunting he was nearing a pack of four wild harget. He could see them from behind the trees he knocked his bow and took aim. He shot and hit his mark the other three harget fled at the sound of the bow. He went forth to collect his kill and begin his journey back home to Kiplier.

“I wonder if Auntie will expect me home this early?” Gari wondered. “I mean I’ve never had this successful of a hunt, matter of fact neither has Kalari come to think of it. Now I have at least one thing I can say I am better at than her, she’s gonna love that.” he says laughing to himself.

After awhile he realised that he would need to run if he were to make it home before nightfall. He put the legs of the harget over his shoulders and broke into a sprint to rival even the fastest of men. He reached the borders of Kiplier just as Agorednocit set over the hills of Gethla. Geri walked the streets of the town, just as his friends, Yaui Kiplier Rai Haluri and Jaf Kiplier Noond Ballat came running from the market with armed bishops on their tales.

“Gari!?” Yaui exclaimed, “what on the gods green ground are you doing here?”

“Yeah, your supposed to be hunting not sneaking around the town.” Jaf added.

“I got lucky and hit my mark on the first try, albeit I was only able to get one before nightfall, but it’s better than nothing.” Gari said pulling the dead harget off his shoulders.

“The horns on this one, are so small are you sure he will be able to feed you, your cousin, and your Auntie?” Jaf asked.

“You know we can help you if if you need it, if it wasn’t for your damned uncle you would have the thrim to buy meat at the shop rather than having to hunt everyday.” Yaui said cursing in the sinners tongue.

“Watch your mouth, you know if. . .” Gari’s words where cut short when the bishops came up behind them swords drawn.

“And just who do you two think you are spitting on the altar of Norwesd,” Gari gave his friends a dirty look, “and who are you hanging out with these two vandals, now scram if you don’t want to be treated as on of them.”

“He is Gari Kiplier Tuke Tie’est descendant of Kelfn Noitanigami Gelto, son of Kadyr.” Jaf spat at the bishops. Gari gave an annoyed look at his friend, then nodded. The bishops then sheathed their swords and gave a small bow then left heading back for the temple.

“I hate you.” he said looking a Jaf, “you on the other hand need to watch your tongue, you know very well that your friendship with me is the only thing protecting you as it is, but if one of the towns folk hear you speaking in the sinners tongue I will be able to do nothing to save you, the same goes for you Jaf, any slip up in your native tongue and you will be killed.”

“Sinners tongue, it is called retupmoc and our families believed it was the tongue of Zoccra the god of purity.” Yaui said.

“Yeah, but what they didn’t know was that the main landers hate us and everything to do with us, if they did we would be at home with are families alive and well singing praises to this god of purity. Tyc czjn vdvb’c kbv bwx xj khj kowbj. Jaf said to Yaui saying the last part in retupmoc.

“We are not, we have each other and Gari.” he responded hugging Jaf, “and that is more than enough, anyway back to what I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, we can help you Gari if it is coin you need.”

“Your help is not the kind I nor any of my kin want, especially after my uncle, come it is dark and the sisters shall soon rise, have dinner with me, I am sure my Auntie will not mind.” Gari said making for his home with his friends in tow. When they reached the house the flame of a fire shown through the windows, Jaf and Yaui stayed back when Gari approached the door, Gari’s aunt was known for angering faster than a Krro with a knife in his leg and it was this that made Gari wish he could be back with his friends away from the line of fire. His knuckles were just about to hit the door when it was thrust open by his aunt.

“And by what gods do you think you can just come back here without meat!? Hmm!?, hmm!? None I see. . .” she screamed at him.

“Auntie I do have meat see,” he pulled the harget up by its feet, “I also have friends who have empty bellies and would be delighted if you would feed them?”

“Who is it, you wouldn’t dare bring Jaf and Yaui back here would you. . .” she looked over his shoulder and saw them staring down at their feet. “Fine. I will feed them on one condition, they will not speak a letter in the sinners tongue in my presence, and just know I will hear it if they do and I will report them to the Monks.” she said turning back inside with the dead animal in her hands. Gari turned and waved his friends inside.

“She said she will feed you as long as she hears naught of your native tongue.”

“Fine, but she better not ask any stupid questions about us again it gets harder to speak your tongue when she pisses me off.” Yaui says going inside to sit by the fire.

“Can do, oh by the way is your cousin here?” Jaf asks.

“Don’t know, but you should know she is starting to wonder if you’ll ever ask for her hand in marriage.” Gari says.

“I want to but I don’t have any money to provide for her.” he says heading inside and calling for her.

“She’s not home, she went to the temple to pray for… things.” Gari’s Aunt says.

“I am now Auntie, I heard Jaf’s voice right?” Kalari says looking around for Jaf.

“That you did my dearest.” Jaf says coming from behind the staircase.

“I missed you.” she says kissing Jaf.

“And I you, I nearly forgot how red your eyes and hair truly were.” Jaf said moving to a chair by the fire.

“Kalari I wouldn’t do that where Auntie might see.” Gari said sitting on a stool laughing at the worried looks on his cousins face. Yaui was braiding his jet black hair for it came undone while he ran from the bishops.

“Curse the mouth on you cousin, if it weren’t for those untelling yellow eyes in your head I would know the truth from you.”

“My eyes is it why not my hair or my skin. But accusing me of lying by the blue blood in my veins I never lie, I never said Auntie could see you, only that she might see you.” Gari laughed out.

“Gari if you never lie then I am not purple.” Yaui scoffed out in disbelief.

“Name one time I’ve lied, I’ll wait.” Gari spoke confidently smiling till he saw Jaf smile.

“That one time at the temple, the time at the market, the time at the. . .”

“Yes we know Gari lies about his name and other things, I on the other hand will not lie about my name I am and always will be, Jaria Noitanigami Holestfer conjariupaestful.” Auntie said with the air of being pure and clean.

“We know you are mother, as does everyone in the town, though not for the reasons I would like.” Kalari says to her mother taking a seat at the dining table along with everyone else.

“Before we eat we must thank the gods for they provided us with this meat and we thank those who provide, we praise Norwesd the goddess of all gods, and kahnpadpyre the goddess of life. . .”

“This I forgot about this your auntie prays longer than I take to say her name and it takes me a good long while to say here name.” Jaf said his belly begging for the food before him.

“That she does but after hearing for a couple of years you learn to block it out.” Gari whispers to Jaf.

“And to Alam the god of war, who gave us the power to hunt and fight, may this prayer please you and let us fill our bellies.” Auntie finished and they ate. “Yaui how are you? Have you seen any other Zoccrists?”

“Auntie.” Kalari says in a warning tone.

“No, but I will tell them to sacrifice you to Thgirweniaw if I do.” Yaui replied his eyes never leaving his plate, he slowly looked up and cursed her in krroic.

“What did you just call me!?” Auntie said in a warning tone.

“I called you a gcbtr.” Yaui said calmly standing.

“I am no such thing, you foul creature it was a blessing your family died but a curse you survived, you hcaip.” Yaui ran at her dagger in hand.

“Call me what you will but I’ll be damned to hear you speak of my people, you ybpwvon xzwhj.” Yaui said holding the blades tip at her throat.

“Yaui leave her alone or we are no different than our own, leave her alone or I will leave your side as a friend and brother.” Jaf said standing hand on his own blade. Yaui moved the blade and left the house.

“I will need to go after him Kalari, make sure your Auntie knows I am sorry, I will miss you my love.” Jaf said following Yaui.

“You really need to help Jaf get Yaui’s anger under control, he angers faster than mother, and she angers fast even for a grothra.”

“I know, but that can be done tomorrow, the sun will rise soon and I want to be asleep before it does. See you in the morning.” Gari says heading up the stairs to the farthest of the three rooms. He opens the door takes off his shirt and sandals and falls on to the bed to venture the land of sleep guarded by the sister moons Artlu and Jrustcor. That night he dreams of an angry shadow of black and red and the death of many pain the heart of six shadows of white light. He is awoken by the sounds of pots and pans clanging together, He pulled his shirt back on and slipped his sandals on and ventured down stairs. When he turned and saw the kitchen he saw it was Kalari rather than Auntie making breakfast.

“Where is Auntie?” he asked his voice thick with sleep.

“She is asleep still, but I grew hungry so I decided to make some lemon wheat.” she responded without turning to look his way.

“Smells great cousin, have you heard any news about the rebellion against grothra-cnys, grothra-leic, and nilffin?” he asks grabbing a slice of the cake.

“No i haven’t been out yet, you should go find out and bring the news back to me.” she says turning from him.

“Are you okay? Your not are you, you’ve been crying, why were you crying?” Gari asks concern for his cousin crawling on his face. She turns and starts crying on his shoulder.

“Its Mother she said I am not allowed to see Jaf again as long as I wish to remain under her roof.” she said in between tears.

“I’ll talk to her, make her see some sense and remember that your her daughter and she loves you, but for now you need to get out and breath the air of the forrest it will help calm you maybe we can find Jaf and explain the situation.” Gari says holding his cousin by the shoulders and giving her a look of hope and kindness.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good, maybe I can jog around the town a couple of times before lunch.” she stands taller and holds herself like a proud Ember-kin. They left and made for the market at the center of the town.

“You know Jaf wants to marry you.” Gari says casually.

“Then why doesn’t he go and do it already I have hinted that I would love nothing more than to be his wife I have even resorted to having you tell him out right yet he still hasn't done it.” she says pulling a coin sack out of her pant pocket, “We are growing low on coins, soon if we do nothing about it we will have nothing.” she says her mind still saddened by love.

“Firstly he want to marry you, he feels that because he has no coin he will be unable to provide for you and make you happy, secondly I thought I told you I am to take a position at Jartee’s shop in seven days.” Gari says looking around for a traveler from towns outside the forrest.

“What I have never heard of this from your tongue nor my mothers.” she says shocked.

“Really? Oh well, you know now, anyway I think I see a traveler from the north, maybe he has news on the rebellion come on lets go ask him.” Gari says leaving his cousin behind to ask the stranger.

“Hello excuse me but do you have any news relating to the rebellion?” Gari asks eagerly.

“Yes though it may not be the kind you want to hear, the leader Nissassa Ailseb Coulor Galetha has gained many followers and is rumored to have the trust of the krro, with his new found power he is planing to kill every grothra and grothra-kin he deems impure, and let me warn you he is no longer planing but doing I very nearly escaped Halgi if it weren’t for the slow-mindedness of the Krro I would be dead, and to answer your question I’am a blood feeder so you need fear no harm from me palemi.” the traveler uttered the last word like a curse.

“Thank you for the news, and I am sorry for your troubles.” Gari said turning away to think about this news.

What will this Nissassa do, what has he done, how far will he go to achieve his goal, it would seem pretty far to make deals with the scum of the ground Krro. I wonder how far he will get before the clans fight back, I wonder if I should do something to stop him?

“Gari are you hungry?” Kalari asks.

“What, oh yeah I guess.” he responds snapping out of his trance of thought.

“Okay where should we eat? We could go to the the Holy Cup, or the Green Days?” she asks trying to orient herself in the town.

“I like the Green Days more, better apple blooms and the best lemon cider ever like I wish I could only drink it, but Hassau won’t give me the recipe.”

“Awww that's so sad if i cared I might even cry, we go this way then.” she says in a tone driven by hunger.

“Wait I need to do something first.” he then picked up a stick and began to draw in the dirt a symbol similar to a five sided circle with two lines through it.

“What was that?” Kalari asks.

“It was a way to tell Yaui and Jaf that we are at the Green Days, every day we check this road at least twice to see if one of the others has left a mark and if there is one it tells us where to meet the others.” Gari says holding the door to Green Days open for his cousin. He walks in and is assaulted with many smells of lemon, apple, and a strong waft of body odor. The room has some tables surrounded with two to three chairs, a bar at the far end of the rectangular room, the walls once were green, but now look a moss and wether that is because of age or actual moss Hassau will never say. Gari looks around and finds a table with three chairs and walks his cousin over to it and sits down. They sit in silence till one of the workers comes over to take their order.

“What do you two want.” the waiter asks obviously irate and impatient.

“I would like a sobubaco bun, with some lemon cider.” Gari says happily ignorant of the waiters mood.

“I would like the same.” Kalari says pulling out the coin sack and paying the waiter seven deovi. The waiter walks away in the direction of the bar to collect their order.

“So what news did the traveler have?” Kalari asks.

“Nothing great, he says that the leader of this rebellion Nissassa, has gained the trust of many including it is rumored the krro. He also said that this rebellion has began to kill off all the grothra and grothra-kin this Nissassa has deemed impure, he said barely escaped with his life, and that I needn’t fear him because he was a blood feeder, he was a real grothra-leic that is like the first time I have ever actual seen one with my own eyes, though I couldn’t tell anything was different till he told me, he also called me a palemi but like it was a curse.” he said ending in a bitter resentment for the traveling stranger.

“Well then, at least it is nothing to big yet maybe the teachers will help or maybe the Kigam families will, that would be amazing to be able to hear and maybe even possibly see a trebqu do some magic, you know how I love magic it is the most beautiful thing ever.” Kalari says before Jaf sneaks up behind her and sits down in the only other chair leaving Yaui to pull one up from a nearby table.

“Sorry about last night.” Yaui says straining to be calm about it and not begin his usual rant about how his people are treated worse than dirt among the main landers.

“Yeah I gave him a talking to after that and it seemed to have calmed him down a little at least for the moment, how did your auntie react to it hopefully it was better than what I am thinking.” Jaf says asking no one in particular.

“According my mother if I wish to continue living under her roof I am to no longer see you.” Kalari answers.

“Oh well… I guess we should stop seeing each other.” Jaf says as if it is decided.

“What no we can still see each other but I just need to find a new place to live, like with you.” Kalari says in a sweet and loving tone.

“Well I mean that would make the most sense, so yeah I guess you can live with me… wait no your not living with me my house is barely big enough for me what makes you think you can live with me anyway?”

“Probably the fact that I am your girlfriend of three years and it is about time we moved in together anyway.”

“Oh yeah about that I know that you want to marry me, but I don’t think you should I have nothing to give you, I have no money I am one slip-up away from being killed and I have almost no chance of getting a job.”

“I love you, you big stupid idiot I don’t need all that I just need you, and I am going to take that loving look on your face as a yes to this weirdly worded two sided marriage proposle.” Kalari says kissing Jaf and beaming with nothing other than pure happiness.

“Okay.” Jaf says laughing from shock and joy.

#witing #chapter one #Grothra #original #TheHiddenSword #Gari #Yaui #Jaf #Kalari #Ach #Que

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mrs-hatake · 6 years

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a child’s hatred

A/N: I’d like to thank @kenniel-driver-ridley05 for inspiring me to write the sequel. Also, thank you for following this blog and liking my stories!

part 1

The wind softly howled into the open air as the sun began to set, painting the sky in a mixture of light blue, purple and indigo. The birds flying towards the setting sun spread their wings wide open, heading back to their nest.

The gentle breeze of the wind caressed Kakashi’s masked face, trying to comfort the boy. His head was lowered, his long fringe covered his entire upper half of his head, crystal clear tears pooling his eyes before slowly rolling down his covered cheeks while his body shook with every sob. The breeze’s gentle touch to wipe away his tears were in vain.

“Itachi-san,” the thirteen year old called out to his ANBU comrade.

Uchiha Itachi turned to face the silver haired boy. Kakashi was sitting on a tree bench next to him as they took a break from practicing. The silver haired boy was dangling his feet. It was a strange sight for Itachi to witness due to the fact that Kakashi always made sure that he made himself look composed. Itachi supposed that this was a nice change to see in Kakashi, especially with how gentle his eyes looked.

“What is it, Kakashi-san?” Itachi asked.

“Umm...” Kakashi scratched his cloth covered cheek with his index finger, his exposed eye closed and turned into a crescent, “I think...I think I’m in love.”

Itachi watched as the redness slowly spread throughout the pale skin. “Oh?” he asked while raising his eyebrows at his comrade.

Kakashi nodded, “She makes me feel so happy.” The boy confessed as he opened his eyes and looked down below at the forest, his eye seemed unfocused. Perhaps he was thinking about his new crush.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Itachi stated, bringing his dark eyes towards the horizon. His long black hair blew with the wind.

Kakashi’s fist clenched at the memory. Teardrop marks covered the ground around his feet as his body continued to shake. He gasped, trying to breathe while the pain ate away at him.

“I want to live by the river and have my own farm.”

Kakashi, who was watching the clouds lazily glide across the light blue sky, turned to face Uchiha Y/N, who was still looking at the fluffy clouds.

“When I’m done with being a ninja and retire, I want to live in my own house near the river and have my own farm and take care of my own animals.” she continued to say.

Kakashi couldn’t look away from Y/N’s earnest expression as she voiced her dream aloud.

“Can live there too?” Kakashi asked with a dust of pink on his cheeks, his face uncovered from his best friend.

Y/N continued to stare at the clouds, chest rising and falling in a relaxed and calm state of mind. Finally, after mere seconds that seemed to be like hours for Kakashi, she turned to face the silver haired boy.

“Of course, silly. Who else would I live with beside you?” Both her eyes closed, her lips turned upwards in a smile.

Kakashi’s eyes widened, his pupils shaking and his heart beat picked up its pace. His two differently colored eyes never left Y/N’s smiling face. Her body turned halfway to face him, her hair gently blowing with the wind and her inviting aura engulfed him whole.

Slowly, he felt his lips stretch until they formed a smile and mirrored Y/N’s expression. His best friend chuckled at him.

Without them knowing, their fingers inched closer until they entwined with each other atop the brightly colored green grass.

“Damn.” Kakashi let out harshly, “Damn!” he chocked out, fist clenched even tighter than before. Slowly, he brought his head upwards and stared at the now vacant house of Uchiha Y/N’s house. Yellow tapes with words of warning and caution swarmed the building. On the upper level, the window that was above the front door, with two plants resting on the windowsill, belonged to Y/N.

Kakashi felt his heart tighten with pain as he remembered all those times he would climb up to her window and spend all of his free times with her. Remembering the fun games that they’ve played. Remembering the long and intimate conversations that they had shared with one another. And, he remembered the time when they almost shared their first kiss just a week ago.

Kakashi dropped to his knees, hands pressed against the pavement, tears still falling rapidly. He cursed into the night air as images flood into his head.

“Oh, Kakashi-kun!” Mrs. Yamanaka greeted the silver haired boy, “What pretty flowers you’ve got!”

The thirteen year old boy blushed lightly and placed the bouquet of Amaranth, Arborvitae, Balsaminaceae, and white Daisies on the counter.

“My, my! This lady sure is lucky!” Mrs. Yamanaka joyfully stated while wrapping the bouquet in a transparent wrap with a white ribbon around it.

“Thank you.” Kakashi smiled at the woman before him.

The woman waved her hand in dismissal, “Anything for love!” She laughed loudly as the young ANBU member blushed a deep shade of red.

“Good luck!” She called out as Kakashi walked out of the store with a slight bounce in his step.

Kakashi walked through the village with anxiety and excitement. He was positive that Y/N felt the same way about him but he couldn’t help the small negative thought that nagged at the back of his head that she didn’t.

Kakashi suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, his eye was caught by the display window of a store. Turning his body and stepping closer to the window, Kakashi saw a heart shaped box that was filled with chocolate stuffed in different fillings. Smiling at the image of Y/N thanking him for getting her her favorite sweet, he was about to step into the store and purchase the box of chocolate goodness when, suddenly, the sirens went off.

Biting his lip beneath his mask, he cast one last look at the store before leaping upwards with the flowers held securely in his hand. As he was jumping between buildings, the siren stopped and a fellow ANBU teammate joined him.

“What is going on?” Kakashi asked the teammate wearing a cat like mask.

“It’s the Uchiha clan. Something has happened.” the teammate replied.

Eye widening, Kakashi forced himself to pick up the pace and leap from one building to another, heart beating with anticipation. Praying that nothing serious had happened. But, knowing that the siren only goes off during emergencies or attacks...Kakashi shook his head.

Finally, he landed on a rooftop closest to the Uchiha corner. The outer gate was crowded with people, trying to peer through the doors. Jumping down to the ground and landing to his feet, Kakashi made his way through the people, making sure the flowers weren’t damaged. When he made it to the entrance, Kakashi felt his breathing stop.

The gates before him had splashes of dried blood. Body bags littered the roads. Lifting one foot and then the other, he ran towards the house that he was meant to visit later in the day. Kakashi’s eye didn’t miss the alarmingly increasing number of body bags around the neighborhood. Nor did it miss the sickeningly decorations of blood on the walls.

Please, please...

Kakashi prayed and closed his eyes to force the tears from spilling. He skidded to a stop in front of his destination, his eye widening at the sight before him. From what he could see through the window, the walls were covered in splashes of blood. He took a step forward with shaky legs, the bouquet that he bought earlier dropped to the ground with a thud. Stepping into the house, he was met with the horrifying scene of the chalk outline of two adult figures in the living room, a pool of blood still present. Feeling dizzy and nauseous, Kakashi forced himself up the creaky stairs and to the bedroom of his best friend.

Please, don’t let it be...anything but that.

Kakashi begged in his head, his voice sounded close to tears. Standing in front of the room, he noticed that the bedroom door was ajar. Pushing it slowly, he revealed the bedroom to his eye. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. The pictures of him and Y/N were still hung on the walls, the bookshelf had one book missing and it was resting on the desk on the left side of the room, a bookmark somewhere in-between the pages. Everything seemed normal, that is...until Kakashi brought his gaze to the floor of the room and he stared at the chalk outline, a rabbit plushy thrown just a few feet away from it.

Stepping slowly towards the outline, Kakashi didn’t seem to process what had occurred until his feet was two inches away from the small pool of blood almost hidden due to the dark wooden color of the floor. When his mind finally processed what happened, he screamed so loud that the other ninjas outside heard him and rushed into the house to take him away as he thrashed and screamed and cried.

“Itachi...”

It had been hours since Kakashi had been standing outside of Y/N’s house, it was probably well after midnight. He was no longer crying and on his knees. He head his head lowered and his breathing was rough.

“Itachi...” He repeated the name and formed his hands into fists.

“I WILL KILL YOU, UCHIHA ITACHI!” he screamed into the night air, his eye turning into a furious crimson color of the Sharingan that promised nothing but pain.

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writejiminie · 7 years

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✧ Seasonal Feathers

“Of course I would.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: angst Word count: 1.8k

➳ Summary: He found you in the winter (冬), You found him in the spring (春). He fell ill during the summer (夏) , You tried to save him in the fall (秋). And He lost you during the winter, as You lost him in the 冬.

A/N: Based off of the story from Kagamine Rin and Len’s Feathers Across the Seasons (四季折の羽) with some changes, of course! If you haven’t watched/listened to it yet, I highly suggest you check it out after reading~ ♬ And try not to cryyyy ; u ;)9

冬 ─ WINTER

Once the sun ducked down behind the high grey mountains and the snow began to fall, your loud and desperate cries softened to low and helpless coos for your vocal chords were sore and your chest could not bear anymore.

Tucking in your white wings, you attempt to wrap yourself up and sleep, cringing when you accidentally move your sprained leg, long claws curled up in pain. There were no stars tonight, nor was there a moon, and shivering from the crystallized snowflakes that had begun to collect on your ghostly feathers, you chirp yourself gently into an everlasting slumber.

… … …

“─ou poor thing…”

That voice, it sounded human. You jolt awake and instinctively roust up your frozen wings, desperate to rise and fly away from danger, but is cut short when the soothing voice urges you to relax and you stagger from the pain shooting up your leg, causing you to shriek and settle down.

“Shush, shush now, you’ll be alright,” Your eyes sought the source of the soft-spoken sound, it was a man. His hair was hiding his eyes, but observing the amazingly large bundle of sticks tied and hooked around his robed shoulders dusted with a light layer of snow, he was out gathering firewood, “And…there you are!”

Looking down cautiously to see what made him smile so cheerfully, you’re startled to see a white bandage wrapped tightly around the wound. You experimentally stretch out your thin leg and rejoice in the missing sensation of pain.

Some mists of clouds rolled in the night sky, rather dull and a still coldness remained. Snow covered the barren land and all of the trees were dead, not an animal in sight as it was the season of hibernation and many were already asleep. Anxious to return to your nest, you stand to balance yourself before you’re in the air, wings out and free once again.

The young man watched you with care and his light eyes crinkled with relief, for even a crane could make the cold and empty night sky of winter look bright and beautiful like one summer’s day.

春 ─ SPRING

“Is this the correct house…?” You ponder, tilting your head curiously as your eyebrows furrowed, squinting at the small, little house in the middle of the forest.

The winter had passed and the snow melted into fresh water for the emerging growth of life and plantation. On a spring day, you turned into a human and went to seek for the man who rescued you to express your gratitude for his kindness.

You roll up your white sleeves, brushing off a couple of green leaves that had fallen on you before you tread carefully and quietly to the door.

In front of it, you hear and listen in on the low humming from inside and instantly fall in love with the melody, testing a small whistle of it. He was in there, you were sure of it. And nervously, your knuckles rattle along the rough wooden surface. The humming stops and there is some shuffling before the door is opened.

The man’s eyes widen at his unexpected guest, a beautiful and unfamiliar woman dressed in clothes white as snow. A kimono with a red collar hugged her form while a white cloth blanketed and covered her head.

“Oh my, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Shyly, you tug the cloth down to wrap around your shoulders to see a playful smirk tug on his lips and he welcomed you in graciously.

Spring was the opposite of winter. Instead of being cold and isolated, the spring was filled with life and color. The gentle breezes brought trees and flowers to life and food was bountiful for many creatures that also called the forest their home.

You fell in love with the warm and tender man, Jungkook, as he had fallen for you during that very spring. And surrounded by the joy and purities of life, you two got married in the name of love.

One day during that same spring, it was snowing and while you both found it to be too cold to play outside, for today, you would stay bundled inside in front of the sizzling fireplace.

As he was holding out his chilly palms against the cracking wood, you admired how his pale hands soon turned pink and began to whistle an old song you used to sing as a crane.

“What a beautiful voice,” He brought his hands back to rub them together, observing how you sang until you grew rather shy, shielding his eyes away from you until he burst out in laughter.

You raise your own hands to the licking flames and ask him, “If…If one day, I don’t sound beautiful anymore,” Lifting your eyes up to him as he looks down at you with his usual comforting gaze, “Would you still love me?”

“Of course I would,” Jungkook’s eyebrows raise, surprised that you would’ve expected a different answer. He pulls up his black kimono slightly before tugging you over to him, tightening his hold around you as you placed your own hands over his forearms comfortably, both sinking into the warm embrace.

“You know, we should’ve done this earlier, this is much warmer than the fire.”

And Jungkook laughs.

夏 ─ SUMMER

The summer was drearily hot as the sun kissed and altered the color of your skin while you both had decided to harvest the crops you planted in the spring.

After battling and successfully pulling out the last carrot, you collapse on the dirt and slightly raise your hat to rub away the salt at your forehead.

“I’m finished, what about you Jun- JUNGKOOK?!”

When you turned around, Jungkook was holding both of his hands up and pressing them hard against his mouth as he coughed harshly, blood slipping through the cracks of his fingers.

You both were a poor couple living in a small house set in a quiet forest, you couldn’t possibly afford the expensive price it took to get some medicine.

Watching Jungkook in the other room, heaving as his face flushed with illness and eyeing the many tissues and towels colored crimson with his blood in the waste bin, your desperation and worry was increasing.

Then, you remember the forgotten loom he kept hidden away in the house. Unwrapping the tight kimono that hugged your torso, you dryly look over the white feathers that decorated your body. If you could make clothes with your feathers and manage to sell them, you would be able to get the money to buy some medicine.

And so that day and every day since, you would remove a portion of your feathers and weave them into cloth, pure and white like the color of snow and soft, like the wings you lost.

秋 ─ FALL

These days were quite windy, forcefully rustling the trees to drop their brown and shriveled leaves. Watching them, you determinedly continued to weave your feathers together; you would not allow Jungkook’s life to fall like them.

“Here,” You speak quietly these days so you wouldn’t frighten him in the silence of the cold and dark house, handing him a bowl of warmed and boiled herbs.

Jungkook watches you fondly, taking the bowl and his face contorts into hurt as he stares at the bloodied bandages encasing your torn hands. “Such beautiful fingers,” He whispered, smiling at you, placing the bowl down to appreciate your digits, holding them carefully in his own as if they were made of fragile glass.

Your heart skips a beat to the familiar spark electrifying his dark, brown eyes. Such words would have made you feel happy, but then, to see how pale his face was, the deep circles around his eyes and his skinny structure, you only felt pained as his condition was not getting better. And the hand that held your bruised fingers, were too, too cold.

“If one day,” You force out a chuckle, how stupid of a question it was to ask now, “My beautiful fingers were no more…would…would you still love me?”

His answer remained the same, no matter how weak and hoarse it came out, “Of course I would.” And your hands reached out to pat rapidly at his back as a fit of broken coughs followed after the words slipped past his pale, dry lips.

Each and every night, you weaved on the loom and you removed your feathers for cloth. You ignored the aches that blistered your hands and the opening sores that made them bleed with fresh blood every day; you turned away from the active weather changes of the fall and desperately prayed and begged that Jungkook would make a healthy recovery soon.

Down

the

very

last

WINTER ─ 冬

feather. You stood outside, fingers lingering worriedly over it, sticking out mockingly from your shoulder. The last one, hanging as a reminder of your old wings when you were still a mere crane.

It was a truth you were afraid Jungkook would figure out, fearful of what he would have thought, worried that he would feel remorse and regret the promised marriage you both initiated together.

But it was also a fond memory, the small marriage at the nearby shrine. Your fingers laced together and gentle smiles exchanged while rings made of grass tied loosely around your ring fingers, bounding the both of you together as one. Of course, those wilted and fell off overtime, but the promise of marriage stayed true. Jungkook had promised that one day, he would buy you a ring glittering of diamonds and he made you laugh so, so hard.

A melody finds its way up your throat and you realize you’re whistling the song Jungkook had been humming on the first spring day you both met.

“If one day, even if I’m no longer human,” A small, damaged smile finds its way across your face, tears at the brims of your eyes as you realize it is once again, snowing, “Would you still love me?”

It was a truth that would remain untold.

Alone and shivering in the snowy forest of the night with a starless sky not even protected by the light of the moon, you break the feather off with a small cry and then, you feel a warm pair of arms hug you from behind, a soft hum continuing your melody.

“Of course I would, do I really have to keep saying this?” His voice is barely understandable now, but you smile, the irritation obvious in his usually caring tone. He presses his cold lips to your shoulders, scarred with the memory of your lost wings, “Even now, I still remember the crane that flew so beautifully that lonely night and even now,”

Softly, you let out sobs and wailed out coos as he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck. He is interrupted by a few coughs and even your knees begin to tremble slightly until the both of you fall together and lay in the cold, merciless snow, still embracing each other and he manages to murmur with an unsteady breath, “─I still love you.”

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dfroza · 4 years

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Today’s reading in the ancient book of Proverbs and Psalms

for Saturday, may 30 of 2020 with Proverbs 30 and Psalm 30 accompanied by Psalm 73 for the 73rd day of Spring and Psalm 1 for day 151 of the year now with the book of 150 Psalms beginning its 2nd revolution in 2020

[Proverbs 30]

The Words of Agur Ben Yakeh

God? Who Needs Him?

The skeptic swore, “There is no God!

No God!—I can do anything I want!

I’m more animal than human;

so-called human intelligence escapes me.

“I flunked ‘wisdom.’

I see no evidence of a holy God.

Has anyone ever seen Anyone

climb into Heaven and take charge?

grab the winds and control them?

gather the rains in his bucket?

stake out the ends of the earth?

Just tell me his name, tell me the names of his sons.

Come on now—tell me!”

The believer replied, “Every promise of God proves true;

he protects everyone who runs to him for help.

So don’t second-guess him;

he might take you to task and show up your lies.”

And then he prayed, “God, I’m asking for two things

before I die; don’t refuse me—

Banish lies from my lips

and liars from my presence.

Give me enough food to live on,

neither too much nor too little.

If I’m too full, I might get independent,

saying, ‘God? Who needs him?’

If I’m poor, I might steal

and dishonor the name of my God.”

Don’t blow the whistle on your fellow workers

behind their backs;

They’ll accuse you of being underhanded,

and then you’ll be the guilty one!

Don’t curse your father

or fail to bless your mother.

Don’t imagine yourself to be quite presentable

when you haven’t had a bath in weeks.

Don’t be stuck-up

and think you’re better than everyone else.

Don’t be greedy,

merciless and cruel as wolves,

Tearing into the poor and feasting on them,

shredding the needy to pieces only to discard them.

A leech has twin daughters

named “Gimme” and “Gimme more.”

[Four Insatiables]

Three things are never satisfied,

no, there are four that never say, “That’s enough, thank you!”—

hell,

a barren womb,

a parched land,

a forest fire.

An eye that disdains a father

and despises a mother—

that eye will be plucked out by wild vultures

and consumed by young eagles.

[Four Mysteries]

Three things amaze me,

no, four things I’ll never understand—

how an eagle flies so high in the sky,

how a snake glides over a rock,

how a ship navigates the ocean,

why adolescents act the way they do.

Here’s how a prostitute operates:

she has sex with her client,

Takes a bath,

then asks, “Who’s next?”

[Four Intolerables]

Three things are too much for even the earth to bear,

yes, four things shake its foundations—

when the janitor becomes the boss,

when a fool gets rich,

when a whore is voted “woman of the year,”

when a “girlfriend” replaces a faithful wife.

[Four Small Wonders]

There are four small creatures,

wisest of the wise they are—

ants—frail as they are,

get plenty of food in for the winter;

marmots—vulnerable as they are,

manage to arrange for rock-solid homes;

locusts—leaderless insects,

yet they strip the field like an army regiment;

lizards—easy enough to catch,

but they sneak past vigilant palace guards.

[Four Dignitaries]

There are three solemn dignitaries,

four that are impressive in their bearing—

a lion, king of the beasts, deferring to none;

a rooster, proud and strutting;

a billy goat;

a head of state in stately procession.

If you’re dumb enough to call attention to yourself

by offending people and making rude gestures,

Don’t be surprised if someone bloodies your nose.

Churned milk turns into butter;

riled emotions turn into fist fights.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 30 (The Message)

[Psalm 30]

A song of David. For the dedication of the temple.

I praise You, Eternal One. You lifted me out of that deep, dark pit

and denied my opponents the pleasure of rubbing in their success.

Eternal One, my True God, I cried out to You for help;

You mended the shattered pieces of my life.

You lifted me from the grave with a mighty hand,

gave me another chance,

and saved me from joining those in that dreadful pit.

Sing, all you who remain faithful!

Pour out your hearts to the Eternal with praise and melodies;

let grateful music fill the air and bless His name.

His wrath, you see, is fleeting,

but His grace lasts a lifetime.

The deepest pains may linger through the night,

but joy greets the soul with the smile of morning.

When things were quiet and life was easy, I said in arrogance,

“Nothing can shake me.”

By Your grace, Eternal,

I thought I was as strong as a mountain;

But when You left my side and hid away,

I crumbled in fear.

O Eternal One, I called out to You;

I pleaded for Your compassion and forgiveness:

“I’m no good to You dead! What benefits come from my rotting corpse?

My body in the grave will not praise You.

No songs will rise up from the dust of my bones.

From dust comes no proclamation of Your faithfulness.

Hear me, Eternal Lord—please help me,

Eternal One—be merciful!”

You did it: You turned my deepest pains into joyful dancing;

You stripped off my dark clothing

and covered me with joyful light.

You have restored my honor. My heart is ready to explode, erupt in new songs!

It’s impossible to keep quiet!

Eternal One, my God, my Life-Giver, I will thank You forever.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 30 (The Voice)

[Psalm 73]

Book Three

A song of Asaph.

Truly God is good to His people, Israel,

to those with pure hearts.

Though I know this is true, I almost lost my footing;

yes, my steps were on slippery ground.

You see, there was a time when I envied arrogant men

and thought, “The wicked look pretty happy to me.”

For they seem to live carefree lives, free of suffering;

their bodies are strong and healthy.

They don’t know trouble as we do;

they are not plagued with problems as the rest of us are.

They’ve got pearls of pride strung around their necks;

they clothe their bodies with violence.

They have so much more than enough.

Their eyes bulge because they are so fat with possessions.

They have more than their hearts could have ever imagined.

There is nothing sacred, and no one is safe.

Vicious sarcasm drips from their lips;

they bully and threaten to crush their enemies.

They even mock God as if He were not above;

their arrogant tongues boast throughout the earth; they feel invincible.

Even God’s people turn and are carried away by them;

they watch and listen, yet find no fault in them.

You will hear them say, “How can the True God possibly know anyway? He’s not even here.

So how can the Most High have any knowledge of what happens here?”

Let me tell you what I know about the wicked:

they are comfortably at rest while their wealth is growing and growing.

Oh, let this not be me! It seems I have scrubbed my heart to keep it clean

and washed my hands in innocence.

And for what? Nothing.

For all day long, I am being punished,

each day awakening to stern chastisement.

If I had said to others these kinds of things about the plight of God’s good people,

then I know I would have betrayed the next generation.

Trying to solve this mystery on my own exhausted me;

I couldn’t bear to look at it any further.

So I took my questions to the True God,

and in His sanctuary I realized something so chilling and final: their lives have a deadly end.

Because You have certainly set the wicked upon a slippery slope,

You’ve set them up to slide to their destruction.

And they won’t see it coming. It will happen so fast:

first, a flash of terror, and then desolation.

It is like a dream from which someone awakes.

You will wake up, Lord, and loathe what has become of them.

You see, my heart overflowed with bitterness and cynicism;

I felt as if someone stabbed me in the back.

But I didn’t know the truth;

I have been acting like a stupid animal toward You.

But look at this: You are still holding my right hand;

You have been all along.

Even though I was angry and hard-hearted, You gave me good advice;

when it’s all over, You will receive me into Your glory.

For all my wanting, I don’t have anyone but You in heaven.

There is nothing on earth that I desire other than You.

I admit how broken I am in body and spirit,

but God is my strength, and He will be mine forever.

It will happen: whoever shuns You will be silenced forever;

You will bring an end to all who refuse to be true to You.

But the closer I am to You, my God, the better because life with You is good.

O Lord, the Eternal, You keep me safe—

I will tell everyone what You have done.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 73 (The Voice)

[Psalm 1]

Book 1

The Genesis Psalms

Psalms of man and creation

The Tree of Life:

God’s blessings follow you and await you at every turn:

when you don’t follow the advice of those who delight in wicked schemes,

When you avoid sin’s highway,

when judgment and sarcasm beckon you, but you refuse.

For you, the Eternal’s Word is your happiness.

It is your focus—from dusk to dawn.

You are like a tree,

planted by flowing, cool streams of water that never run dry.

Your fruit ripens in its time;

your leaves never fade or curl in the summer sun.

No matter what you do, you prosper.

For those who focus on sin, the story is different.

They are like the fallen husk of wheat, tossed by an open wind, left deserted and alone.

In the end, the wicked will fall in judgment;

the guilty will be separated from the innocent.

Their road suddenly will end in death,

yet the journey of the righteous has been charted by the Eternal.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 1 (The Voice)

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Sakura-Flavored Ambition

It has been a sole question by a lot of people of what places are you dreaming to travel to someday. Cliche it may be, but we never get tired of being asked by these kinds of questions since it follows up with an amazing storytelling session on why you deserve to fly to this place, and why you like to be in there when you have your own country to be on. It’s such a wonderful thing to travel the world, to see the beauty God had given us to enjoy and make life as a whole, and not merely exist in a sad-strange world. Travelling might be requirement for living a life, travel to a certain place, and die without regrets. It’s so fun just by thinking it, but think further, it’s better when you’re in the place yourself.

Let’s face it, travelling is a dream of majority of us, who does not want to roam the globe? Especially when you attain it with the people you love--but don’t get me wrong, there are some who traveled the world alone--and it does not get any better than that.

So let’s go into the cliche part, think of it as if you’re asking me the question. Ready? Go.

Japan.

The country where a lot is yearning for, a country that’s has been the protagonist on modern technologies and new discoveries. It’s a place where you could find everything that could satisfy your heart and mind, and the rest of your existence. I mean, who does not want to go to a place where the world is always talking about?

I want to go to Japan, and this ambition has never left my mind since I was a child who started getting strangled by the beauty of anime that they built to touch and control my heart to the point that I learned a lot of story ideas from the aim of practical and realistic anime plot that usually flabbergast my feelings, and that’s why I learned to love ‘em, I like them so much that I never noticed that these drawn people of concept turned into animations and produced in different places have been the reliever of my stresses, and built the gentleness of my ego.

I learned to love Japan even when I’ve never been there before, nor I’ve ever been to another country from my almost eighteen years of life in this world. Again, flying to the Japanese’s country would be a pleasure and a check mark to my five biggest long-term goal of my life and I’m planning to visit it with my family or friends--or maybe the girl of my dreams, my other half, the one destined to be with me forever until the day I die--and that would be the greatest experience I can ever pull outta my life.

As an aspiring novelist, I’ve learned that a journey of experience would build you as a best-seller, a novelist must engage in a trek that creates a continuous close of the eyes and meditation in different places absorbs the ambiance of the place you’ve been through, and that’s a part of how you extract those out of a story by basing it to your personal wisdom, and that’s when you can get a good book out of you.

It’s not just anime I plan to discover in Japan. Yes, it’s the home of my favorite series and I can probably visit some conventions that can get me out of my sane due to consistent demand of satisfying myself. I could gait around the country too, enjoy my time not only in Tokyo, but walking in the streets of Okinawa, Hokkaido, Fukushima, Kyoto, Ozaka, and Nara would be a privilege for me. It will feel like I’m bursting in tears because at one point of my life, I only see those experiences in my imagination and nothing else, but being able to be in the place I’ve been imagining before will get me emotional like never before, and I learn to love the kind of feeling.

I love nature, I’m a big fan of trees, mountains, seas, farms, and other naturistic (I know it’s not a word) things mother Earth had gifted to us, and as far as I know, Japan’s one of the countries that’s strict when it comes to their natural resources, and I would love to be in the kind of place. I feel bad whenever I see a forest being burnt down just for the sake of building something for other people’s convenience, like I want to point out an example for our very own natural resources in Coron, Palawan wherein the plan of building a theme park is being petitioned by many and I’m one of those guys whose trying to rant about the quest. Seriously? Destroying the wild just for a silly amusement park? Humanity can live without a kind of construction, while animals who live in that spot can’t. Can’t they imagine the wild life living in there are the same as we? They have beating hearts too and we share the world with them, and since because we are stronger than them, we abuse, and take everything away from them. We have Enchanted Kingdom, Star City, I know it’s pretty far away from Palawan, but we have a lot of the kind of buildings living in the world. I’m sorry if I got a little off subject.

Mt. Fuji’s the one I plan to be driving to. Driving in a road while overlooking the volcano would be so satisfying, I could probably make a poem right away from the silliness of my inspiration and motivational meter that ranks high whenever a beautiful land point I see. I’m sorry if I haven’t done my research well, but I like to see that radish-like-tower in Kyoto, and the Osaka Castle that’s just a thing a beauty to visit. And like what I watch in animes, I yearn to visit some shrine that’s everywhere around the country where they usually offer on those offertory box, throw money, and pull the string on top of it to ring the bell and it’s the time you pray for your wish. I never confirmed if it’s accurate before, but since it’s about on every anime series I watch, it’s true, and I want to try it our myself.

I may never say everything I like to say about my reason why I want to go the country of rising sun, but I love it, and that’s what love is, it’s undefinable, because it’s love, and that’s how I explain it; okay, I’m getting a little bit off subject again. Yes, the thing of beauty no other country could have, what I like the most about the country, and that’s the Sakura trees with it’s cherry leaves falling down in front of your shining eyes. These trees are best seen in spring wherein it blooms at its brightness, and it falls down in every single bit of your inspiration, and I think that’s a great way to start up an everyday. I thought I got a first-hand experience of cherry blossoms here in the Philippines. I study in this school wherein it’s awarded as the greenest university in the country and we have this walkway street wherein it’s filled with titanic trees and dried leaves fall down whenever we gait through it. I know those are dried leaves and not like those pinkish dream, but who knows, I have a great set of imagination behind my head and I always thought of it as something like Japan. It’s such a poetic experience to be able to have cherry blossoms raining down to me, and I think that is just enough to bring a writing paraphernalia with me to be able to write my novel in front of those storming leaves. The Sakura-flavored ambiance I dreamed to be in, and that’s one thing I can never get out of my head whenever what the circumstances may be.

Japan is a place a lot of travelers are looking to go primarily because it shapes them as a whole and a perception of not being able to award yourself of being a traveler if you never fly to Japan as a tourist. I do not plan to be a traveler as a whole, I just want to visit certain places that built my childhood ambitions, I still love home more than anything else, but as for experience, maybe my first flight in a structure that flies 50,000 feet up in the sky is to the country that fills my Sakura-flavored ambition.

Thank you mother Earth, I’m grateful.

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