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"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
To your utter surprise, Fire comes crashing down from the ceiling ina shower of dust and wood smoke. Or, perhaps, you're not really surprised anymore. But you still stared wide-eyed at the clump of fabric and hair and twitching ears and tail on the floor in front of you.
What the heck happened?
"Oh, simple. Life got the better of me."
She gets to her feet. You notice she's still got that fanged grin, those sharp eyes, that flowing hair, those cool clothes. But you also can't help noticing, that grin's not so wide, those eyes aren't shining so much, that hair isn't as neat, and those clothes are starting to show giant signs of extremely heavy wear. Like, oh, that big slash of a red stain across the travel cloak.
"Oh, this?" Fire sees you staring and whips the edge of her cloak around for a better view of the blood splatter. "Slayed me some demons. Gotta tell ya, it hurt a bit, but I'm doing much better now. I think."
Would those demons happen to be real demons, or something of a more... abstract sense? You tentatively wonder. Reading your thoughts as speech as always, she cocks her head and gives a single wave of the hand.
"Real or not, does it matter?" A half-hearted grin wanders across the face, almost forgetting to visit the crimson eyes.
Your brain finally acknowledges the spicy aroma of wood smoke, which brings forth images of bonfires, outdoors, camping. Fire raises her eyes as the ceiling disappears to reveal an open, blue sky. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in through her nose. Unmoving, sunlight caressing her cheeks and brushing past her ears, she begins.
"I've done a lot this past year. I've made new friends, I've found many things, I've lost some. It was a rough trail, I've fallen a lot, but I always got up." Those eyes open and turn back to you. There's that fang-toothed grin you haven't seen in so long. " 'Course, I took my sweet time sometimes." Fire picks up her bag and sets it on the table, contently withdrawing items and placing them on the wood surface.
"I've almost found the right way to go. It'll take me maybe another year, but I'm sure I'll find that ultimate ending one day. It's just a matter of remembering which routes were the wrong ones and not going back on them. I've learned to take advice from people along the way. Although I won't use much of it, I keep it just in case." Her hands pause and she peers upwards, an uncharacteristically cute, wide-eyed, thoughtful expression on her face. "But, you know, I think I may just snap one day and end up stabbing everyone."
Your jaw drops. Your mind chugs some adrenaline and races off, tossing backwards at you images of the first time you met this girl, memories of how chilly her gaze was. She really could eat people back then. You think it might not be a good idea to go back to being a fierce demon.
"What, and become a fluffy house-pet-demon and start baking pastries in a frilly apron-- Oh shit, I do that already... minus the damn apron..."
Images are still being thrown and ricocheting off your now-numb forehead. Glowing, iris-less eyes. Teeth that can rip through a throat in a second. Claws to shred what's leftover into bloody meat-pulp. And maybe demonic hair with half a mind of its own to eat up the mess. Wings, wings would be cool. With rocket launchers! And a satelite deathbeam!! And laser eyes!!! DOO EEEEEEEEEET
"Um? Are you feeling okay?"
Oh, um. Ahem. Yes, yes you are all right.
"Riiiight... Anyways... Yeah... So that's why I want to have my hair completely bleached, have white hair like, oh, Kadaj and friends, for a month. Then, when I'm tired of all the "old" jokes, and my hand hurting from punching those people so much, and the scorn of almost every adult I meet... I'll chop it all off and start using gel or hair wax and style it boyishly. More like, slightly like Sasuke's. ...One of my friends actually said to me today, 'Can you snap in the next two days, before I go home?' I said WHAAAT and she answered 'Because~ I want to see Fire craaaaaaack XD' ....Ha."
"Well, we'll see. It'll happen when it happens. For now--" Having peered into the bag, then up-ended the rest of the contents onto the mound on the table, she swings it back onto her shoulder.
Leaving already?
"Yeah. I don't know when I'll be back, but, thanks for coming to see me whenever I am. I appreciate it a lot."
Another wave, and she hops into non-existance again. Traveling through worlds, huh? You muse. Like Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. You look down at the table, and blink in mild surprise at the softly glowing items. They seem to exist between the physical and the abstract planes, gently rotating back and forth between the two. Just looking at them brings a warm feeling to your chest that makes any day, no matter how difficult, liveable. Family. Friends. Dreams.
She's getting close.
To your utter surprise, Fire comes crashing down from the ceiling ina shower of dust and wood smoke. Or, perhaps, you're not really surprised anymore. But you still stared wide-eyed at the clump of fabric and hair and twitching ears and tail on the floor in front of you.
What the heck happened?
"Oh, simple. Life got the better of me."
She gets to her feet. You notice she's still got that fanged grin, those sharp eyes, that flowing hair, those cool clothes. But you also can't help noticing, that grin's not so wide, those eyes aren't shining so much, that hair isn't as neat, and those clothes are starting to show giant signs of extremely heavy wear. Like, oh, that big slash of a red stain across the travel cloak.
"Oh, this?" Fire sees you staring and whips the edge of her cloak around for a better view of the blood splatter. "Slayed me some demons. Gotta tell ya, it hurt a bit, but I'm doing much better now. I think."
Would those demons happen to be real demons, or something of a more... abstract sense? You tentatively wonder. Reading your thoughts as speech as always, she cocks her head and gives a single wave of the hand.
"Real or not, does it matter?" A half-hearted grin wanders across the face, almost forgetting to visit the crimson eyes.
Your brain finally acknowledges the spicy aroma of wood smoke, which brings forth images of bonfires, outdoors, camping. Fire raises her eyes as the ceiling disappears to reveal an open, blue sky. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in through her nose. Unmoving, sunlight caressing her cheeks and brushing past her ears, she begins.
"I've done a lot this past year. I've made new friends, I've found many things, I've lost some. It was a rough trail, I've fallen a lot, but I always got up." Those eyes open and turn back to you. There's that fang-toothed grin you haven't seen in so long. " 'Course, I took my sweet time sometimes." Fire picks up her bag and sets it on the table, contently withdrawing items and placing them on the wood surface.
"I've almost found the right way to go. It'll take me maybe another year, but I'm sure I'll find that ultimate ending one day. It's just a matter of remembering which routes were the wrong ones and not going back on them. I've learned to take advice from people along the way. Although I won't use much of it, I keep it just in case." Her hands pause and she peers upwards, an uncharacteristically cute, wide-eyed, thoughtful expression on her face. "But, you know, I think I may just snap one day and end up stabbing everyone."
Your jaw drops. Your mind chugs some adrenaline and races off, tossing backwards at you images of the first time you met this girl, memories of how chilly her gaze was. She really could eat people back then. You think it might not be a good idea to go back to being a fierce demon.
"What, and become a fluffy house-pet-demon and start baking pastries in a frilly apron-- Oh shit, I do that already... minus the damn apron..."
Images are still being thrown and ricocheting off your now-numb forehead. Glowing, iris-less eyes. Teeth that can rip through a throat in a second. Claws to shred what's leftover into bloody meat-pulp. And maybe demonic hair with half a mind of its own to eat up the mess. Wings, wings would be cool. With rocket launchers! And a satelite deathbeam!! And laser eyes!!! DOO EEEEEEEEEET
"Um? Are you feeling okay?"
Oh, um. Ahem. Yes, yes you are all right.
"Riiiight... Anyways... Yeah... So that's why I want to have my hair completely bleached, have white hair like, oh, Kadaj and friends, for a month. Then, when I'm tired of all the "old" jokes, and my hand hurting from punching those people so much, and the scorn of almost every adult I meet... I'll chop it all off and start using gel or hair wax and style it boyishly. More like, slightly like Sasuke's. ...One of my friends actually said to me today, 'Can you snap in the next two days, before I go home?' I said WHAAAT and she answered 'Because~ I want to see Fire craaaaaaack XD' ....Ha."
"Well, we'll see. It'll happen when it happens. For now--" Having peered into the bag, then up-ended the rest of the contents onto the mound on the table, she swings it back onto her shoulder.
Leaving already?
"Yeah. I don't know when I'll be back, but, thanks for coming to see me whenever I am. I appreciate it a lot."
Another wave, and she hops into non-existance again. Traveling through worlds, huh? You muse. Like Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. You look down at the table, and blink in mild surprise at the softly glowing items. They seem to exist between the physical and the abstract planes, gently rotating back and forth between the two. Just looking at them brings a warm feeling to your chest that makes any day, no matter how difficult, liveable. Family. Friends. Dreams.
She's getting close.