Aya kept to his routine, which meant mostly keeping to himself and doing rounds of the Island every few days. Deep down he wasn't sure why he did it since there seemed so little change from one circuit to another, but he was a creature of habit and somehow it made him feel more like himself ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Aya had found his sister's hospital bed. He had been very tempted to get rid of it, but he couldn't bring himself to do it so he managed to get it back to his hut. He wasn't sure what to do with it beyond that, but at least he was keeping himself busy enough that he didn't have to look at it too often ( Read more... )

Aya's day started out like normal. He ate breakfast, more out of habit than hunger since his appetite hadn't been very good lately anyway, and then he went for his usual circuit around the Island with the intention of ending up at his hut. Perhaps he would go and get lunch, though he really didn't feel like running into anyone at the moment. Only ( Read more... )

When she was a little girl, her father and brothers would pick on her for being so antsy. Ants in the pants, her kindergarten teacher would say, rolling her eyes fondly before sending her to another round of Time Out. No one could really stay angry at her for it. Her helpless, goodnatured sort of foolishness that would have all the other children ( Read more... )

The first time he hadn't found Hayley at her hut he hadn't been too worried. After all, there were plenty of logical explanations as to why she wouldn't be there, especially since it was just one time. The second time he was a little more concerned, but again he figured that he must have just missed her. When it happened the third and fourth times ( Read more... )

Once he had gotten permission to be in the kitchen actually making Hayley's bento had gone far more smoothly than he had thought it would. The food had been the easy part, but then he figured that would be the case. It had been mostly about making sure of what they had and then figuring out how to make that work ( Read more... )

Zack missed the training room. He missed missions, real or simulated. He almost felt bad for not training harder. That was how badly he was missing missions. He felt like jumping out of a helicopter and landing onto a moving train. He felt like taking on the Wutai or AVALANCHE. Well maybe not those organizations exactly, but an enemy force at ( Read more... )

It's strange, I find, that over and over again the condition of mortality yields new perspectives on a universe I've carried with me like a well gnawed silicon teat since my metaphorical toddlerhood. Here, my adoring and long suffering public, is something to consider: What is the weight of time? Can one assign some physical value to it? How many ( Read more... )

The life of any human has much to do with patterns and repetition. In some respects, being an angel is no different. Even so I found life on my second island to be somewhat less stimulating than I might have hoped for. In all fairness, of course, my basis for comparison was my somewhat brief and luxurious respite in the body of Theo Mandros while ( Read more... )

Aya had finally decided to see what exactly what was going on with the clothes box. Mostly this was out of necessity since the clothes he had arrived in were too warm for the weather, and needed cleaning again anyway. So after eating lunch he decided it was time. Having been warned twice he had decided not to give any quarter to the thing, which ( Read more... )