Original One-Shot
An original one shot (surprise surprise.. not fanfiction O_O) that I wrote for this school magazine thing... and it was for the spring edition (which comes out after valentine's day and.. stuff) so there had to be a spring feeling and love as well I guess.. I was also testing out a different style of writing ^^;;
Anddd it's exactly 705 words (sweet~) so short one shot...
Oh and it's kinda depressing and stuff? One element from Naruto kept trying to take over the world.. so it might have a familiar if slightly different ring to something in the one shot...
Even Frozen Ice Will Melt
He grew up with the death of his parents hanging over him; his sister in a mental asylum barely recognizing him whenever he went to visit her every two months; his older brother fleeing to Australia when he found out what had happened, leaving him with their relatives. It’s not that he could blame him, after all everything was his fault, even the fact that his sister was mentally unstable and probably wouldn’t know who, where or what she was doing for the rest of her life. Having these things happen to him when he was ten forced him to mature early and he doubted whether his grip on sanity was always very stable. Whenever bad things happened, he would be blamed and he accepted it quietly. After all, what could he say when he was the reason of his parents death, his sister’s mental condition and his brother’s abandonment?
He didn’t know why when he woke up he would always end up throwing the alarm clock against the wall. Maybe it was some daily ritual he did… some tiny spark of hope that his parents would come in and scold him for leaving dents in the wall. But it would never be, for once some one died, a resurrection would not happen no matter how much he wished it to be. Hearing the satisfying sound of the clock shattering always managed to keep him sane whenever he felt his grip slipping. It reminded him of his own heart shattering whenever someone blamed him and he hung on to the pain like a miser that held on to his money. It was then he felt he had a reason to be alive. The visits to his sister had gradually dwindled to once every six months, and whenever he visited her, she stared at him with accusing eyes. He moved out to his own apartment when he was sixteen, not being able to stand the sight of his relatives and generally not wanting to be near people. They always pitied him whenever they found out what happened to him from other people. He hated pity and avoided it like a plague. The past was the past and it should stay quietly in the past. However, blame and pain was something he could handle. After all he grew up knowing what it felt like to be hurt.
He was twenty three when he first saw her and didn’t know how and when he had fallen so hard for her, but he knew he had resented her at first. She was of a different caliber, surrounded in warmth and light, something a person like him would never be able to achieve. No one had the right to be so happy when he was the one who had been blamed for everything and he… he was jealous. This woman and her smile, managed to pierce the walls he had spent years building around himself. Feelings that he was no longer were familiar with came rushing back and just the sight of her had caused this change. The all too familiar despair and anguish overwhelmed him after years of being cold and callous to everyone around him when he realized he couldn’t avoid people forever. Having grown up unloved, unwanted and abandoned, he no longer knew what he existed for except as a container for blame.
He hated her for her smile, he hated her for offering him warmth, and he hated her for being there when his walls broke down. She hadn’t pitied him for his past even though everyone had somehow mysteriously found out; she had reached out to him, asking… forcing him to acknowledge that not everything consisted of pain and despair; she had seen past the walls to the real him and accepted him for it. For the first time in all those years, he felt a sensation he hadn’t felt since he was four years old. She smiled gently at him yet again and she held out her hand to pull him up into the world he had forsaken. With a source of warmth like that in such an unwelcoming and insensitive world, even the coldest, frostiest ice will melt… and give way to spring.
Anddd it's exactly 705 words (sweet~) so short one shot...
Oh and it's kinda depressing and stuff? One element from Naruto kept trying to take over the world.. so it might have a familiar if slightly different ring to something in the one shot...
Even Frozen Ice Will Melt
He grew up with the death of his parents hanging over him; his sister in a mental asylum barely recognizing him whenever he went to visit her every two months; his older brother fleeing to Australia when he found out what had happened, leaving him with their relatives. It’s not that he could blame him, after all everything was his fault, even the fact that his sister was mentally unstable and probably wouldn’t know who, where or what she was doing for the rest of her life. Having these things happen to him when he was ten forced him to mature early and he doubted whether his grip on sanity was always very stable. Whenever bad things happened, he would be blamed and he accepted it quietly. After all, what could he say when he was the reason of his parents death, his sister’s mental condition and his brother’s abandonment?
He didn’t know why when he woke up he would always end up throwing the alarm clock against the wall. Maybe it was some daily ritual he did… some tiny spark of hope that his parents would come in and scold him for leaving dents in the wall. But it would never be, for once some one died, a resurrection would not happen no matter how much he wished it to be. Hearing the satisfying sound of the clock shattering always managed to keep him sane whenever he felt his grip slipping. It reminded him of his own heart shattering whenever someone blamed him and he hung on to the pain like a miser that held on to his money. It was then he felt he had a reason to be alive. The visits to his sister had gradually dwindled to once every six months, and whenever he visited her, she stared at him with accusing eyes. He moved out to his own apartment when he was sixteen, not being able to stand the sight of his relatives and generally not wanting to be near people. They always pitied him whenever they found out what happened to him from other people. He hated pity and avoided it like a plague. The past was the past and it should stay quietly in the past. However, blame and pain was something he could handle. After all he grew up knowing what it felt like to be hurt.
He was twenty three when he first saw her and didn’t know how and when he had fallen so hard for her, but he knew he had resented her at first. She was of a different caliber, surrounded in warmth and light, something a person like him would never be able to achieve. No one had the right to be so happy when he was the one who had been blamed for everything and he… he was jealous. This woman and her smile, managed to pierce the walls he had spent years building around himself. Feelings that he was no longer were familiar with came rushing back and just the sight of her had caused this change. The all too familiar despair and anguish overwhelmed him after years of being cold and callous to everyone around him when he realized he couldn’t avoid people forever. Having grown up unloved, unwanted and abandoned, he no longer knew what he existed for except as a container for blame.
He hated her for her smile, he hated her for offering him warmth, and he hated her for being there when his walls broke down. She hadn’t pitied him for his past even though everyone had somehow mysteriously found out; she had reached out to him, asking… forcing him to acknowledge that not everything consisted of pain and despair; she had seen past the walls to the real him and accepted him for it. For the first time in all those years, he felt a sensation he hadn’t felt since he was four years old. She smiled gently at him yet again and she held out her hand to pull him up into the world he had forsaken. With a source of warmth like that in such an unwelcoming and insensitive world, even the coldest, frostiest ice will melt… and give way to spring.