"Their bloodthirsty mews are endearing. <3"
Ah, my kitties are geeks. XD I love them, but their geekiness kinda detract from the whole "mighty and mysterious cats" image. Right about now, Scootch is burying his head in a bag of Fancy Feast dry food, which he thinks of as "treats".
Today started out with a bang... I mean, it's not everyday Colleen decides to fall down an the entire set of stairs on the school bus and limp around all day. XD I pity her derierre, but she'll live, otherwise. Got Corinne's tanka poem done and (wouldn't you know it?) Mr. Vercellone asked us to do a little excercise to simplify what we were thinking when we wrote our poem. Needless to say, Corinne just sat back and we doodled notes for about ten minutes. Thanks to our primitive-IM-roleplaying, Sasuke is now scared for life. Oh, and I finally ate lunch! And, yes, sour gummy worms are healthy and good for you, thankyouverymuch.
Mom is coming back home, tonight. She won't be home until waaaay late, since her flight got delayed from the turbulence (we had uber-bad rainstorms today, and it's all muddy and ecchy and ewwww >.<), and Kevin won't be home for just as long. I decided to go over dad's tomorrow afternoon, so Nicole isn't home all alone today. Actually, I'm glad Ma will be home, since she tends to IM and/or call me nearly 24/7... which is far more painful than the simple, "Oh, hi, how was school?" Once a day. x.x She's gonna squeal when she see's the floor, though, I know it. I would make some uber-cool cookies for her, but she won't be home until waaaaaay late, and Nicole will probably eat them all by then. Ah, a pity... Maybe over the weekend.
Oh, Shik and I are doing writing swaps! *squee* As soon as he's done with the first chapter of his Legend of Zelda fic (telling the story from Link's eyes... and Link is currently the strapping young bishie we all know in love, only he has the mindset of a kiddo), I'll send him snippets of my novel-in-progress. I should probably finish with the fourth chapter of it, actually. >.>
And, because I wrote this a week ago and Corinne wants her ANGST!Sasuke love, well... here's an Angst!drabble. I don't usually write angst... and when I do, I try not to just slather it all over so much as sprinkle. Here's my attempt at slathering. You better enjoy it, Corinne. x.x
Late at night, and he can't sleep. The other two have no problem; they have pleasant dreams that don't soak the walls of their minds in blood as the madman that was once the pride and joy of their family, once their hero, once their brother, slaughters and only leaves behind burning chaos and a stream of tears flowing in his wake. Tears that are too tired to be shed anymore, tears that no longer hold any semblance of the feelings that were once felt when they were first shaped. Tears that now seem as hollow as himself.
He envies them for that, their pain-free children's dreams. He envies them because the path of revenge and the sinking depression of lost honor is not known to them. He knows he shouldn't, that he should be above envy for them -- a girl with no skill as a ninja and a boy that made a living as the class flunkie -- but he can't help it all the same. Sometimes he wonders what it might be like to be them, and the jealously only rages all the more.
They might never be considered a prodigy, the prize students of the academy, the top rookie of the year... they would never, ever, have Konoha practically bowing to them just at the sound of their name, never wield a bloodlimit that made even the highest-ranking ninja more than respectful, never have a grand legacy set by their forebears for them to live up to. But those were things they didn't need, and never did.
It is their optimism, the people around them that support and love them, the fact that they were more dedicated to becoming the best they could, for the village, and their loved ones, and themselves - not such a dirty deed like killing. That is what they had.
All he had now was the sharingan. The Sharingan and the blood and gore and death and sorrow that came with it. The shame of his family. The treasure of his family. His dead family, Sasuke reminds himself. He stares at the moth-eaten walls, tries to see the stars beyond the tiny holes that dot the rice paper, but all he can see is the inky night sky.