Short Story Project
Title: Watashi wa eigo nicht sprechen/Je ne parle pas ingles
Pairings: OFC/OMC
Rating: PG-15, I guess
Summary: A story about unusual thieves and one that falls in loves. And.......drama! :'D really lame summary.
Day 29 (May 2, 2151)
10th Meeting of the Secret Society for the Destruction of Every Language (But English) Otherwise known as SSDEL(BE)
We have finally concluded discussions on how to rid the world of Other Languages. We have settled on a course of action that we shall put into action in two weeks time. But we have chosen a lengthy process; we have given many discussions about this. This is the best plan of action that will produce the results that are best for Earth.
The Present (Year 2173)
It was dawn and the sun was rising, casting light on the SSDOL Secret Compound of Thieves. Even though it was early morning, the place was a buzz of SSDOL members and some of the small group the called Angels, at least, unofficially. Officially, they were the Saviors of Mother Earth from Other Languages, SMEOL. Some of the older members of society, who were not too fond of them, called them Sméagol, but no one understood why. They were still arrested, it sounded insulting.
The rest of the members were still asleep in their bunker. One in particular was sleeping soundly in his bed, until he turned and hit the concrete floor below. Cursing under his breath, Sam stood up. He caught sight of his alarm clock; he realized there was no point in trying to get more sleep. Today was a mission giving day, so they had to be up and out earlier than normal. Today’s mission day was the most important of all. It was the day the program went international and to see if their abilities worked on those that did not speak any English whatsoever.
Sam remembered clearly the day SSDOL had told him and the other children what their mission in life was as he prepared for his day. They were to steal any language that was not English. They had all laughed, there was no way that that could have been true. No way at all.
They all had thought that until the teachers had brought in an immigrant from Mexico, who spoke in broken English with the occasional Spanish thrown in for words that were not known. They had picked Mike to show theme they could steal languages. He had barely touched him and suddenly, the man could not speak Spanish. He could only speak his broken English, though it was obvious that he tried and tried to speak Spanish. But he no could not. They had all looked at their hands in awe, wondering if they all really could do that. He had been seven.
The next few years had been devoted to teaching them how to control and use this power, with deportees as guinea pigs. By the time he was twelve, the Program to Preserve English had begun.
They started with immigrants in the major English speaking countires, America, Canada (Quebec having been an extremely difficult time), the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa. They had then taken care of any foreign staff at those nation’s embassies and had just taken care of other nation’s embassies in those countries. He was now twenty-one.
Now was the real test. To see if people who did not speak English could be affected.
Sam was glad he had been born a boy as he left the bunker after he had got ready and reminisced. The female SMEOLs had to teach English to the Blank Pages, as the higher-ups called them, at one of the many Centers for Bettering Mankind. That was boring. Stealing was exciting, something that gave you and adrenalin rush from. Teaching English did not give that feeling.
They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them were their friends disappeared to.
Three Days Later
Sam placed his belongings on his new bed in the sleeping quarters of the Tokyo Center for Bettering Mankind. He was a little disappointed, but he knew he would have been sent here to Japan. They had not been officially been assigned languages, but they were given the same language time after time. As usual, he wished he had been given different languages to steal, but he knew he would have gotten just as bored with any other language he had been given.
Even though he was bored of this language, he would never attempt to steal any other language. He had seen the consequences. Once there had been a girl, she usually stole French, one day she stole German because she was bored. The after affects had not been pretty and she was currently in an insane asylum. He did not want that to happen to him.
The sun set and he went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be busy.
Same woke up with the dawn and prepared for his day. At 7:00 AM, he was out of the door and already stealing the Japanese language.
By noon he had stolen the language from hundred of Japanese people. He was probably one of the few people grateful for the crowded trains and crowded streets of Tokyo. Now though, he was not feeling so good. He had a massive headache and his mind was racing all over the place. He also noticed that it was almost as if he was trying to latch onto the strange Japanese letters and understand it. Kanji. Hiragana. Katakana.
Sam blinked as those words entered his mind. He knew they were not English, but Japanese. And he knew what they meant. But why? How could he possibly understand this language when all he spoke was English?
They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them where their friends disappeared to.
By the end of the day, his head was pounding ferociously. He did not know if headaches normally hurt this bad or not, he had never had one before. He felt he should probably tell the doctors, though there was a voice telling him it was probably better if he did not tell them. Something bad was happening, that voice was telling him.
He walked around for a while before sitting down on a bench in a deserted playground. He needed rest, he told himself, and quiet. He would not get that at the Center. Even more so because of the new classes that had undoubtedly seen filled thanks to his work.
A young girl approached the bench he was sitting on, almost automatically. She did not see him there, which he was glad for. He did not want to talk with this headache he had.
His wish, though, was not to be granted. The girl looked around and spotted him and jumped a little in surprise. She blinked a few times as if she were thinking, then she seemed to have made a decision as a shy smile crossed her face.
She was cute.
“Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”
“Ore wa Sam. Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”
“Watashi wa Reiko. Doko ni sundeimasu ka?”
“Watashi wa Amerika ni sundeimasu. Doko ni sundeimasu ka? ”
He mentally cursed himself. That was such a stupid question to ask. It was obvious from the fact she spoke Japanese and that she lived here that she was from Japan. Wait, if she was speaking in Japanese, which meant he was as well. How was that possible?
She laughed before she answered: “Watashi was Nihon ni sundeimasu.”
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before she asked. “Ogenki desu ka?”
“Genki desu.” He paused. “Ogenki desu ka?”
“Maa maa.”
“Mhm.”
Once again, an awkward silence pervaded the air. The girl, Reiko, checked her watch. She got up suddenly and turned to look at him. “You speak good Japanese. Jya ne.” She walked back the way she had come.
Sam leaned back and stared at the sky. He was confused, to say the least. He had never taken a Japanese class, they were forbidden now. So why was it he understood what she was saying and could respond back?
He decided it was time to head back and get some sleep, and to never mention what had happened to anyone. He felt something bad would happen if this were to be known.
The first sign had appeared.
For the next several weeks, Sam continued to have evening conversations with Reiko. With each conversation, his Japanese got better.
He also noticed his improved Japanese in the fact that he could understand the street signs. This made his work easier, when he actually did it. He had been slacking off lately because his headaches were increasing. It felt like such a bother to do the work, and he was starting to believe that stealing languages was necessary and that in fact, it was actually quiet stupid. He never would have been able to fall in love with Reiko if he did not speak Japanese.
It was in the fifth month that the second, and last, symptom appeared.
He had just gotten back from Osaka via shinkansen, his thoughts in Kansai-ben. He was working on his monthly report when he noticed he was not writing in English. He was writing in Japanese.
He balled that form up and got a new one. Again, he wrote in Japanese. On his third one, he forced to write in English. He was alarmed to discover that he forgot words. Key words that he had used everyday. It was only with the help of an illegal on-line Japanese-English dictionary that he could write his report.
When he was finished, he burned the first two. There was to be no evidence that he could understand Japanese. Uneasiness accompanied him to sleep.
The next day he spent all of his time in the park. He did not feel like doing his job. During lunch hours, he saw Reiko approaching the bench. She saw him and smiled.
“Ogenki desu ka?”
“Maa maa.”
“Mhm.”
Suddenly, he did not know what came over him, but he said “Aishiteiru.”
Reiko blinked at this sudden news and stared at him for a long while. Then she nodded her head and said “Aishiteriru.”
Sam smiled widely for the rest of the time Reiko ate lunch. When she left, he decided to head back to the Center and to sneak in and grab his belongings. He was going to get an apartment and have a normal life and, eventually, marry Reiko.
They were there. Waiting for him. As soon as their monitors showed signs of movement in his room, they went in. They tackled him to the floor and dragged him out to the van. They forced him in and sped away.
The other SMEOLS took his belongings and tidied the room up for the next one. Less than fifteen minutes had passed when Alex, the new guy, entered the room. He set down his belongings and took a nap, wanting to rest after his long flight.
He did not wonder who had been here before him. He was not even curious as to why he was being sent here months after the program start date. He just fell asleep, thinking of ways to steal Japanese and grateful for the crowded trains and streets of Tokyo.
Pairings: OFC/OMC
Rating: PG-15, I guess
Summary: A story about unusual thieves and one that falls in loves. And.......drama! :'D really lame summary.
Day 29 (May 2, 2151)
10th Meeting of the Secret Society for the Destruction of Every Language (But English) Otherwise known as SSDEL(BE)
We have finally concluded discussions on how to rid the world of Other Languages. We have settled on a course of action that we shall put into action in two weeks time. But we have chosen a lengthy process; we have given many discussions about this. This is the best plan of action that will produce the results that are best for Earth.
The Present (Year 2173)
It was dawn and the sun was rising, casting light on the SSDOL Secret Compound of Thieves. Even though it was early morning, the place was a buzz of SSDOL members and some of the small group the called Angels, at least, unofficially. Officially, they were the Saviors of Mother Earth from Other Languages, SMEOL. Some of the older members of society, who were not too fond of them, called them Sméagol, but no one understood why. They were still arrested, it sounded insulting.
The rest of the members were still asleep in their bunker. One in particular was sleeping soundly in his bed, until he turned and hit the concrete floor below. Cursing under his breath, Sam stood up. He caught sight of his alarm clock; he realized there was no point in trying to get more sleep. Today was a mission giving day, so they had to be up and out earlier than normal. Today’s mission day was the most important of all. It was the day the program went international and to see if their abilities worked on those that did not speak any English whatsoever.
Sam remembered clearly the day SSDOL had told him and the other children what their mission in life was as he prepared for his day. They were to steal any language that was not English. They had all laughed, there was no way that that could have been true. No way at all.
They all had thought that until the teachers had brought in an immigrant from Mexico, who spoke in broken English with the occasional Spanish thrown in for words that were not known. They had picked Mike to show theme they could steal languages. He had barely touched him and suddenly, the man could not speak Spanish. He could only speak his broken English, though it was obvious that he tried and tried to speak Spanish. But he no could not. They had all looked at their hands in awe, wondering if they all really could do that. He had been seven.
The next few years had been devoted to teaching them how to control and use this power, with deportees as guinea pigs. By the time he was twelve, the Program to Preserve English had begun.
They started with immigrants in the major English speaking countires, America, Canada (Quebec having been an extremely difficult time), the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa. They had then taken care of any foreign staff at those nation’s embassies and had just taken care of other nation’s embassies in those countries. He was now twenty-one.
Now was the real test. To see if people who did not speak English could be affected.
Sam was glad he had been born a boy as he left the bunker after he had got ready and reminisced. The female SMEOLs had to teach English to the Blank Pages, as the higher-ups called them, at one of the many Centers for Bettering Mankind. That was boring. Stealing was exciting, something that gave you and adrenalin rush from. Teaching English did not give that feeling.
They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them were their friends disappeared to.
Three Days Later
Sam placed his belongings on his new bed in the sleeping quarters of the Tokyo Center for Bettering Mankind. He was a little disappointed, but he knew he would have been sent here to Japan. They had not been officially been assigned languages, but they were given the same language time after time. As usual, he wished he had been given different languages to steal, but he knew he would have gotten just as bored with any other language he had been given.
Even though he was bored of this language, he would never attempt to steal any other language. He had seen the consequences. Once there had been a girl, she usually stole French, one day she stole German because she was bored. The after affects had not been pretty and she was currently in an insane asylum. He did not want that to happen to him.
The sun set and he went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be busy.
Same woke up with the dawn and prepared for his day. At 7:00 AM, he was out of the door and already stealing the Japanese language.
By noon he had stolen the language from hundred of Japanese people. He was probably one of the few people grateful for the crowded trains and crowded streets of Tokyo. Now though, he was not feeling so good. He had a massive headache and his mind was racing all over the place. He also noticed that it was almost as if he was trying to latch onto the strange Japanese letters and understand it. Kanji. Hiragana. Katakana.
Sam blinked as those words entered his mind. He knew they were not English, but Japanese. And he knew what they meant. But why? How could he possibly understand this language when all he spoke was English?
They never told them what happened to the languages they stole. Never told them where their friends disappeared to.
By the end of the day, his head was pounding ferociously. He did not know if headaches normally hurt this bad or not, he had never had one before. He felt he should probably tell the doctors, though there was a voice telling him it was probably better if he did not tell them. Something bad was happening, that voice was telling him.
He walked around for a while before sitting down on a bench in a deserted playground. He needed rest, he told himself, and quiet. He would not get that at the Center. Even more so because of the new classes that had undoubtedly seen filled thanks to his work.
A young girl approached the bench he was sitting on, almost automatically. She did not see him there, which he was glad for. He did not want to talk with this headache he had.
His wish, though, was not to be granted. The girl looked around and spotted him and jumped a little in surprise. She blinked a few times as if she were thinking, then she seemed to have made a decision as a shy smile crossed her face.
She was cute.
“Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”
“Ore wa Sam. Anata no namae wa nan desu ka?”
“Watashi wa Reiko. Doko ni sundeimasu ka?”
“Watashi wa Amerika ni sundeimasu. Doko ni sundeimasu ka? ”
He mentally cursed himself. That was such a stupid question to ask. It was obvious from the fact she spoke Japanese and that she lived here that she was from Japan. Wait, if she was speaking in Japanese, which meant he was as well. How was that possible?
She laughed before she answered: “Watashi was Nihon ni sundeimasu.”
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before she asked. “Ogenki desu ka?”
“Genki desu.” He paused. “Ogenki desu ka?”
“Maa maa.”
“Mhm.”
Once again, an awkward silence pervaded the air. The girl, Reiko, checked her watch. She got up suddenly and turned to look at him. “You speak good Japanese. Jya ne.” She walked back the way she had come.
Sam leaned back and stared at the sky. He was confused, to say the least. He had never taken a Japanese class, they were forbidden now. So why was it he understood what she was saying and could respond back?
He decided it was time to head back and get some sleep, and to never mention what had happened to anyone. He felt something bad would happen if this were to be known.
The first sign had appeared.
For the next several weeks, Sam continued to have evening conversations with Reiko. With each conversation, his Japanese got better.
He also noticed his improved Japanese in the fact that he could understand the street signs. This made his work easier, when he actually did it. He had been slacking off lately because his headaches were increasing. It felt like such a bother to do the work, and he was starting to believe that stealing languages was necessary and that in fact, it was actually quiet stupid. He never would have been able to fall in love with Reiko if he did not speak Japanese.
It was in the fifth month that the second, and last, symptom appeared.
He had just gotten back from Osaka via shinkansen, his thoughts in Kansai-ben. He was working on his monthly report when he noticed he was not writing in English. He was writing in Japanese.
He balled that form up and got a new one. Again, he wrote in Japanese. On his third one, he forced to write in English. He was alarmed to discover that he forgot words. Key words that he had used everyday. It was only with the help of an illegal on-line Japanese-English dictionary that he could write his report.
When he was finished, he burned the first two. There was to be no evidence that he could understand Japanese. Uneasiness accompanied him to sleep.
The next day he spent all of his time in the park. He did not feel like doing his job. During lunch hours, he saw Reiko approaching the bench. She saw him and smiled.
“Ogenki desu ka?”
“Maa maa.”
“Mhm.”
Suddenly, he did not know what came over him, but he said “Aishiteiru.”
Reiko blinked at this sudden news and stared at him for a long while. Then she nodded her head and said “Aishiteriru.”
Sam smiled widely for the rest of the time Reiko ate lunch. When she left, he decided to head back to the Center and to sneak in and grab his belongings. He was going to get an apartment and have a normal life and, eventually, marry Reiko.
They were there. Waiting for him. As soon as their monitors showed signs of movement in his room, they went in. They tackled him to the floor and dragged him out to the van. They forced him in and sped away.
The other SMEOLS took his belongings and tidied the room up for the next one. Less than fifteen minutes had passed when Alex, the new guy, entered the room. He set down his belongings and took a nap, wanting to rest after his long flight.
He did not wonder who had been here before him. He was not even curious as to why he was being sent here months after the program start date. He just fell asleep, thinking of ways to steal Japanese and grateful for the crowded trains and streets of Tokyo.