Articulating Irony Forgotten
Title: Articulating Irony Forgotten
Author: Heiji Hatsutori
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst (I guess all my stories are angst-y), Character-centric.
Proclaimed: I own them all, even the characters (take note I don't put the name whatsoever, so they can be consider as mine, no? LOL).
Character: Just put anybody you like from any fandom existed (I'm only familiar with DBSK and SuJu fandom, really).
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters anymore if you decided to put your OTP or whoever in the fandom to the act. Though I would love to have them~ (seriously, who don't? LOL)
Rating: PG (just because...)
Summary: And who ever says humanity is dead with the rise of technology? Nonsense, he thinks.
A/N: This is a somewhat (long) epilogue to The Incessant Restriction of Catharsis, but can be read as a stand-alone too. It is suggested to read the first installment for a better understanding of the story though~
Wrote this the next day after I finished the earlier installment and took less than 3 hours to complete it...much to my own amusement. Also, this one was written when the whole of me screams emo to the world. Enough said.
ARTICULATING IRONY FORGOTTEN
1. Hello
The phone is dead. The screen is blank, dark. He remembers offs the phone before but then did he open it again? Or is it dead due to battery dies? He has no idea. He is not one to care much about his phone. When people around him cannot really function much without their phone with them, he can be well off without it. He does not hate technology like an old friend of his back at college did, but he just simply take it for granted, maybe. The elders always remind the younger to never take things for granted though, and he wishes he actually does listen to that advice, now that he is in dire need of connection with people.
Who is there to blame when you stuck in a middle of nowhere with nothing but trees all around, no people in sight, and your phone is out cold dead. Not like he will have coverage here in the forest anyway, but the thought of contact may calm him a bit, he guesses.
What is he doing in a forest anyway? Yeah, something like a journey with his adventurous of sort friends. And how come he got separated? Yeah, something like brave challenge whatsoever. Heck, he does not even know anymore.
He just wants to strangle his friends to death when he found them later, for good.
*******
2. High Technology
If he tells them that he somehow survives the forest and reaches a different district instead of the one he was before, his friends will laugh it all off, rolls their eyes at him, or worse, he may be admitted to hospital immediately to get a good check on his brain or whatever.
Except that it is the truth, and after been missing for a week since entering the forest and scare his friends shitless he knows fully well that they might take it seriously this time. Heck, they might even think he is already dead by hunger or a random tiger’s dinner.
It is not that surprising, maybe, for the forest is a somewhat barrier between this district and another so it is possible to reach here from there. He has to admit that he is not that positive on surviving though. Luckily he knows forests a bit here and there since he was little and has quite a necessary knowledge on how to survive. Despite his reserves personality, he is quite a reckless kind of a person, and stronger than he looks.
He charges his phone and contacted them after reporting his situation to a police station nearby, not before been dragged by the villagers to the hospital despite his assurance that he is okay though. After 2 hours of waiting his friends arrive to pick him up and the look on their faces when they saw him is priceless.
He buries the thought of strangling them upon noticing the tear-stricken faces they tries to hide, choking back sob himself as they all involves in a group hug. And who ever says humanity is dead with the rise of technology? Nonsense, he thinks.
*******
3. Adio
When he checks his inbox later, among the many messages he receives during the forest incident, is a reply he never expected to be this way. Imagine hearing from somebody once in a blue moon but then not even making an effort to reply them is simply, ignorant? Not to mention he even goes an extra length to avoid contact with them, just to ensure they will never know anything.
He did tell finally, but just to put an abrupt end to everything. He never wants a reply; he does not want people judging him. He does not want a reaction, a pity, or whatsoever. He just wants to leave it at that.
‘How do you do?’ it said.
Really, it is so cliché already.
‘It’s okay. There’s always next time.’
Now that is new.
‘Take care.’ End of message. That is the first time ever; it ends with a ‘take care’.
He stares at the phone, at the message like an idiot he is for the passing 5 seconds before pushing the ‘reply’ button. His heart is at his throat and as his fingers fumbles with the buttons to hit as he grits his teeth hard and holds his knuckles till it turns white, just to choke back the tears that is threatening to fall.
*******
4. Crumbs
He is not one with long messages. His message is always short, simple, and straight to the point. It is not that he is bad with words; he is an aspired writer for a reason. It is just that he does not really keen in typing long sentences on the small phone keypad, it kills his fingers, he reasons. Besides, he thinks the less the words the best it can conveys the feelings he wants to present the receiver.
That is what he tells himself when he replies with a single word only.
‘Thanks.’
He hits the ‘send’ button, and a few seconds later, not that he is counting, the screen flashes ‘Message sent!’
He smiles.
Author: Heiji Hatsutori
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst (I guess all my stories are angst-y), Character-centric.
Proclaimed: I own them all, even the characters (take note I don't put the name whatsoever, so they can be consider as mine, no? LOL).
Character: Just put anybody you like from any fandom existed (I'm only familiar with DBSK and SuJu fandom, really).
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters anymore if you decided to put your OTP or whoever in the fandom to the act. Though I would love to have them~ (seriously, who don't? LOL)
Rating: PG (just because...)
Summary: And who ever says humanity is dead with the rise of technology? Nonsense, he thinks.
A/N: This is a somewhat (long) epilogue to The Incessant Restriction of Catharsis, but can be read as a stand-alone too. It is suggested to read the first installment for a better understanding of the story though~
Wrote this the next day after I finished the earlier installment and took less than 3 hours to complete it...much to my own amusement. Also, this one was written when the whole of me screams emo to the world. Enough said.
ARTICULATING IRONY FORGOTTEN
1. Hello
The phone is dead. The screen is blank, dark. He remembers offs the phone before but then did he open it again? Or is it dead due to battery dies? He has no idea. He is not one to care much about his phone. When people around him cannot really function much without their phone with them, he can be well off without it. He does not hate technology like an old friend of his back at college did, but he just simply take it for granted, maybe. The elders always remind the younger to never take things for granted though, and he wishes he actually does listen to that advice, now that he is in dire need of connection with people.
Who is there to blame when you stuck in a middle of nowhere with nothing but trees all around, no people in sight, and your phone is out cold dead. Not like he will have coverage here in the forest anyway, but the thought of contact may calm him a bit, he guesses.
What is he doing in a forest anyway? Yeah, something like a journey with his adventurous of sort friends. And how come he got separated? Yeah, something like brave challenge whatsoever. Heck, he does not even know anymore.
He just wants to strangle his friends to death when he found them later, for good.
*******
2. High Technology
If he tells them that he somehow survives the forest and reaches a different district instead of the one he was before, his friends will laugh it all off, rolls their eyes at him, or worse, he may be admitted to hospital immediately to get a good check on his brain or whatever.
Except that it is the truth, and after been missing for a week since entering the forest and scare his friends shitless he knows fully well that they might take it seriously this time. Heck, they might even think he is already dead by hunger or a random tiger’s dinner.
It is not that surprising, maybe, for the forest is a somewhat barrier between this district and another so it is possible to reach here from there. He has to admit that he is not that positive on surviving though. Luckily he knows forests a bit here and there since he was little and has quite a necessary knowledge on how to survive. Despite his reserves personality, he is quite a reckless kind of a person, and stronger than he looks.
He charges his phone and contacted them after reporting his situation to a police station nearby, not before been dragged by the villagers to the hospital despite his assurance that he is okay though. After 2 hours of waiting his friends arrive to pick him up and the look on their faces when they saw him is priceless.
He buries the thought of strangling them upon noticing the tear-stricken faces they tries to hide, choking back sob himself as they all involves in a group hug. And who ever says humanity is dead with the rise of technology? Nonsense, he thinks.
*******
3. Adio
When he checks his inbox later, among the many messages he receives during the forest incident, is a reply he never expected to be this way. Imagine hearing from somebody once in a blue moon but then not even making an effort to reply them is simply, ignorant? Not to mention he even goes an extra length to avoid contact with them, just to ensure they will never know anything.
He did tell finally, but just to put an abrupt end to everything. He never wants a reply; he does not want people judging him. He does not want a reaction, a pity, or whatsoever. He just wants to leave it at that.
‘How do you do?’ it said.
Really, it is so cliché already.
‘It’s okay. There’s always next time.’
Now that is new.
‘Take care.’ End of message. That is the first time ever; it ends with a ‘take care’.
He stares at the phone, at the message like an idiot he is for the passing 5 seconds before pushing the ‘reply’ button. His heart is at his throat and as his fingers fumbles with the buttons to hit as he grits his teeth hard and holds his knuckles till it turns white, just to choke back the tears that is threatening to fall.
*******
4. Crumbs
He is not one with long messages. His message is always short, simple, and straight to the point. It is not that he is bad with words; he is an aspired writer for a reason. It is just that he does not really keen in typing long sentences on the small phone keypad, it kills his fingers, he reasons. Besides, he thinks the less the words the best it can conveys the feelings he wants to present the receiver.
That is what he tells himself when he replies with a single word only.
‘Thanks.’
He hits the ‘send’ button, and a few seconds later, not that he is counting, the screen flashes ‘Message sent!’
He smiles.