I Am A Runner; Memory in Action
I wanted to make a series of Negima drabbles all at once but I think I'll hold off on that for now, and just write them as the days go by. When/if I get to 10 or more I'll compile them into one entry. (or compendium, as I like to say) Although I already have like 3 others. Oh well, even better.
I am stuck on Simoun. I mean, not really, I have my idea and it's still being fleshed out but it is definitely a solid idea, but I'm going to have to go back and watch the episodes again, and I really don't have the time for that right now.
Title: I Am A Runner
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Rating: G
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima
Characters: Setsuna, Konoka
Word Count: 164
Summary: Setsuna runs.
1. I Am A Runner
Setsuna runs. She enjoys wielding a sword, and has no grievances against martial arts, but what she is is a runner. She runs through rain and crushes puddles. She runs through the sun. She would run to the end of the world, maybe. (She could)
Life is one long sinuous desert road, the Amazon River burbling beside it and the mottled forest overshadowing it. At the beginning there are some people, and at the end there are others, but there is always only Setsuna, running and running with the realization that she runs through the end and back to the beginning; life is circular.
There is the Shinmeiryuu at the beginning and Setsuna's heritage at the other end, and there is Konoka, always somewhere but never in the same place as Setsuna. There is Kono-chan, and Ojou-sama, and simply Konoka, so close to Setsuna that if Setsuna stopped running they would be in the same place: the beginning and the end.
If. (Setsuna runs)
Title: Memory in Action
Rating: PG
Character: Asuna
Word Count: 149
Summary: Nothing matters in the end.
2. Memory in Action
In the beginning there was memory. There were two different-colored eyes, blood streaked across the ground, a birthday celebrated alone.
Then there was Negi Springfield. There was cold steel materializing out of thin air as she flew from the ground, howling spells washing over her like broken waves, and magic in her heart and body, but not in her soul. In her soul there was nothing, only the blissful ignorance of life; an accumulation of track races and dismal grades that wavered unsteadily like a desert mirage.
Then she staggered past the illusion, but there was nothing beyond. No revelations and no past, no memory. She realized that what she had yearned for, memory, truth, was just a perfected roundhouse kick, two different-colored eyes, and twelve irrelevant years. Because in the beginning there was indeed memory, but in the end nothing mattered but the screaming whistle of her blade.
I am stuck on Simoun. I mean, not really, I have my idea and it's still being fleshed out but it is definitely a solid idea, but I'm going to have to go back and watch the episodes again, and I really don't have the time for that right now.
Title: I Am A Runner
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Rating: G
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima
Characters: Setsuna, Konoka
Word Count: 164
Summary: Setsuna runs.
1. I Am A Runner
Setsuna runs. She enjoys wielding a sword, and has no grievances against martial arts, but what she is is a runner. She runs through rain and crushes puddles. She runs through the sun. She would run to the end of the world, maybe. (She could)
Life is one long sinuous desert road, the Amazon River burbling beside it and the mottled forest overshadowing it. At the beginning there are some people, and at the end there are others, but there is always only Setsuna, running and running with the realization that she runs through the end and back to the beginning; life is circular.
There is the Shinmeiryuu at the beginning and Setsuna's heritage at the other end, and there is Konoka, always somewhere but never in the same place as Setsuna. There is Kono-chan, and Ojou-sama, and simply Konoka, so close to Setsuna that if Setsuna stopped running they would be in the same place: the beginning and the end.
If. (Setsuna runs)
Title: Memory in Action
Rating: PG
Character: Asuna
Word Count: 149
Summary: Nothing matters in the end.
2. Memory in Action
In the beginning there was memory. There were two different-colored eyes, blood streaked across the ground, a birthday celebrated alone.
Then there was Negi Springfield. There was cold steel materializing out of thin air as she flew from the ground, howling spells washing over her like broken waves, and magic in her heart and body, but not in her soul. In her soul there was nothing, only the blissful ignorance of life; an accumulation of track races and dismal grades that wavered unsteadily like a desert mirage.
Then she staggered past the illusion, but there was nothing beyond. No revelations and no past, no memory. She realized that what she had yearned for, memory, truth, was just a perfected roundhouse kick, two different-colored eyes, and twelve irrelevant years. Because in the beginning there was indeed memory, but in the end nothing mattered but the screaming whistle of her blade.