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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:57 pm
Dear Diary,
Ever since Saga went to help out at the pet shelter for a project held by his class, he had been begging me to get him a pet. However, I told him that having a pet is a huge responsibility, and that he's still too young to take care of a pet. He seems determined to change my mind though, and just last night, he showed me a research he had done on pet hamsters and rabbits.
However, Saniiro told me that we shouldn't give in... I don't know, maybe Saga is ready?
I suggested pet fish, hardy breeds like beta require little care and attention. However, Saga told me that he do not want to get a fish for a pet... He wanted something furry. I hope that this is just a phrase he is going through... If not, maybe I'll get him something when he's older.
Well, if Saniiro agrees, that is.
Dragain
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 7:58 am
Basketball Tryouts
"Welcome to the basketball club's annual membership trials," The coach frowned, his voice gruff and low. He was a large man, towering over almost everyone around him, and his muscles ripped like the waves of the oceans. His orange and red jersey looked too small for him, and his black track pants looked like they were going to tear with his every step. He paced back and fro, in front of all the males who were trying out, his eyes seem to examine them throughly.
"We at the basketball club do not know the four letter word 'quit'! If you want to join us, you better be prepared to give your all and even more than that! This trial is not going to be easy, and nobody, I say nobody who is a slacker will be able to pass this test. If you are a weak, wimpy male, get out of this school hall right now, for we're taking a trip to hell. Join the team will mean staying in hell, and I do not stand for weaklings!" The coach's voice boomed, and he stopped in the middle of all the candidates. He paused, but shortly continued as nobody moved, "Okay then, cadets! I wish you all the best, but don;t think it's going to be easy!"
Saga suppressed the urge to gulp, trying to look as athletic as he could. His legs were straight, his face set in a grim frown. He would pass the test and join the team... He would!
"Okay then! I want all of you to make five rounds around this hall! Follow the track, and every time you pass the start, I will give you a colored ice-cream stick to hold onto! Five sticks, and you will have passed the first test! All the five laps will need to be completed within the timespan of forty minutes!" The coach yelled, leading the group to the starting line. He eyed the group again, and added, "Now, on your marks... Get set..."
He lifted the whistle around his neck to his lips and blew it, hard. A loud 'Pipppppppppppppppppppppppp' sound was heard as the males started their run. Saga was in the middle of the group at the start, but by the third round, he was one of the first. He had trained too hard to give up at this point in time... But his lungs felt like they were going to implode in his body! He swallowed his saliva, and pushed his heavy legs to move on.
"Fifth round done!" Saga forced his voice to speak as he came running past the coach. He panted, using the wall as support as he wiped his sweat away. At least he had passed... It was less than forty minutes. He breathed in heavily, smiling slightly as the sweat from his hair gathered and dripped to the floor, like rain when falling from the skies.
"Forty minutes up! Those who failed, out of the hall!"
Several groans and moans could be heard as those who failed, about 70% of the participants, dragged themselves away. Various profanities could be heard as the doors of the hall closed behind them. Saga heaved a sigh; he was still in the hall.
"Don't think that you can relax now! The second, and final, test is on ball throwing... How good is your one pointer? Your two pointer? Your three pointer? I want you to hoop at least 40 points in thirty minutes. The computer will record your scores and give them to me. Those who pass this round will be entered into the team!" The coach nodded, "Best of luck... Although you'll need more than luck to get past this round."
Saga knew what he meant. Usually, 40 points is fair game... However, they were exhausted after the run, and thirsty as well. There was no time to rest... This coach was testing their stamina, and their will. It was so obvious! Saga pushed himself away from his support, and walked towards of of the hoops. He picked up a basketball, and the moment the coach blew his whistle, Saga made his first throw.
Missed.
He panted, and took aim before tossing the ball again.
Missed.
Missed.
Missed.
"You have twenty minutes left!"
Saga shook his head. He can't stop now! He should have enough time left to make some more shots! He looked at his scoreboard: 25. He only needed another 15 points to pass! The male bit his lower lip, and threw the ball. This time, it went in to get a smooth three pointer, as he was standing outside of the semi-circle. He ran forward, and tossed the ball again.
A two-pointer.
"Time's up!" The coach blew his whistle, and came forward to check the points. Saga looked up at his scoreboard, and gave a grin. He had done it! 42 points! He had exceeded the 40 points requirement!
"Saga, passed."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Hm... I do have a question for you though. Were you born with duo colored eyes?"
"Sir... I'm..." Saga paused, looking away from the huge man in front of him. Should he tell the truth? What if they kick him out due to his disability? Wouldn't that mean that everything that he had worked for would go to nothing? He frowned, and looked up again, glancing into the older male's eyes. "Sir, I'm blind in one eye..."
"Blind? That would affect your performance! Your accuracy!"
"But I did just fine, sir!"
"You just got lucky! What were you thinking? Coming to the tryouts with a disability... You have great stamina, I'll hand it to you, but being in the basketball team is impossible."
"Sir! That's unfair! I passed the tests!"
"Unfair? You have no right to say that, cadet! You have better leave this hall before I ring up your parents! Such ill manners!"
"It is unfair!" Saga clutched his fists, his eyes met his coach's for a second. He blinked, and narrowed his eyes before turning away. Above the hall, dark rain clouds were forming, whispering of an impeding doom. A crash of thunder made everyone look up, except for the fuming Saga. He stormed out of the room as rain started to fall in the hall, and slammed the door shut.
Inside, the coach gave a loud shout of pain, and doubled over. Everyone crowded around him as he fell to the floor, unconscious and with his limbs spread out like he was making a snow angel. The students dialed for the hospital as Saga left the building, fists clutched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His hair was in a mess, and his shirt and pants were drenched with sweat; still, all that Saga could think of was how unfair everything was.
"He had his just deserts..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 8:56 am
You've Had A Bad Day
"Hey, have you heard?"
"Yeah... Yesterday, at the basketball tryouts! Something freaky happened, right? Wow... It was great that I was eliminated on the first test! At least I wasn't there to see the freak storm, and the coach fainted! I mean, how weird is that? A storm brewing in the hall only! It was clear blue eyes outside."
"I know! I wondered what happened?"
"Rumor has it that when the coach woke up in the hospital, he was muttering about being struck by lightning and going to hell! Something along those lines... However, the people present at that time confirmed that although there was lightning in that freak storm, nobody was struck! Yet, the coach was in pain for no reason at all. As for the 'hell' part, the doctors said that it was probably due to him thinking too much."
"So, how's the coach now?"
"Hm? The last group of students who went said that he couldn't stop muttering to himself. The coach was like a shadow of his old, tough self!"
"Wow... That's big news!"
Saga carried his bag in his right hand, and slung it over his shoulder. Everywhere he went, there was discussion about the event that was named 'The freak storm' by students... Well, that was no freak storm, and he knew it. For that moment, when he was fuming mad at the coach, he had lost control of his water elemental powers for a split second, causing the storm clouds to form... As for the coach's sudden pain...
He opened his locker, and dumped his bag in, taking out a smaller bag. He placed the books and stationary needed for that day into it, and was about to close the locker door when he caught sight of his own reflection. His classmates had gotten used to his one blind eye, and he had stopped hiding them using shades... Still, it haunts his memories; how he got them, what happened that night, and the lie he told his parents to get away from the truth.
"That day... I..."
He muttered to himself, closing the locker door as he headed to class, a frown on his face. When he was looking into the coach's eyes, his used his power to make the coach feel like he had been stuck by lightning, and thus, get sent to hell for dying... At first, he felt like he had done the right thing, but now, he feels guilty for the harm he had inflicted onto the coach. True, there were no physical injuries, but he knew that it was mentally scarring.
After all, it had happened to himself before.
He reached up, and touched the bottom of his blind eye, sighing as the door to his class came into sight. It was to late for regrets now... What's done had already been done.
Too late for regrets.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:38 am
What is happening to me? Why did I smile when I saw him suffer? Was it really happiness I felt? That little spark in the void that was my grief at that point of time? You told you to write, and I had written...
The male let loose a sigh, his right hand releasing the pen that was in his grasp. He placed both hands on his forehead and propped his elbows against the desk, his eyes closed tight. As his hands slid into his bangs, his hair caught in the spaces between his fingers, he heard the pen he was holding scraping across the book he had written in, words in a smaller font and a cursive style of writing appearing beneath his own script.
Saga... It's me. Do you remember? Do you remember that little voice that told you about your power? Did you think that I was gone? That I no longer existed after that night? No... I was always there... I wanted you to write so that I can prove to you that I am real... I'm always here; I am like the wind, yet I am as real as a concrete wall. I am like your imagination, yet I am like reality. I am you, yet I am someone unlike you. I do not have a name, yet I have an identity.
Saga's eyes widened, and he stared at the pen as it moved across the page. When the pen finally stopped moving and fell to the desk top, Saga regained his composure and shakily 'replied', his words untidy as his hand trembled slightly.
My will is my own, yet although I know I did wrong, I feel no remorse.
Remorse...? I told you; he deserved that treatment! Saga, it was justice you served! That was that spark of positive feeling you felt... I assure you, that jerk got his just deserts... You knew he was being unfair! This shall be your diary, Saga, this book has my mark now... Nobody can read it! All they will see is a blank piece of paper. Nobody will know your secrets... Trust me, Saga... Trust me.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:41 am
Saga and Mere http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=11416945
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 11:00 pm
Wake up... My dear, wake up...
Saga groaned, and turned in his bed. He had not been sleeping well these few days. It seems like his dreams were filled with fire, and not just fire surrounding him - It was familiar places burning. His school, the basketball court he frequents, the ice-cream shop near his school... This home. It was every place he cherished, filled with so much memories and joy for him that to see them engulfed in his greatest fear... There were simply no words to describe his contempt for himself. He was immobilized by his own fear, the feeling so great that he was even unable to cry, unable to run for help.
He just stood still as these places burn. Burn. Burn.
Until there was nothing but ash.
"Argh..." The male muttered, panting heavily as he sat up in his bed slowly, every muscle in his body ached, and it wasn't due to the recent workout in the gym. The blanket that was covering him slid off, wet with salty sweat. It was another nightmare, ones dominated by visions of fire and familiar places... And ash.
'Finally... Look at your arms...! I'm so proud of you!'
The male looked down, and realized why his body ached so much. There were burnt marks on his arms. Minor marks, like the flame had merely licked his skin and left him. Then, the marks slowly faded until it vanished. Saga's eyes widened in fear and surprise; what did he just witness? Those were just dreams, right? How can the fire in his nightmare burn him? Was he hallucinating due to his fright?
Wiping away the sweat on his forehead with his hand, the male took a deep breath and stood up. Putting on his teardrop necklace, Saga headed over to the bathroom and splashed his face with cool water.
'Its not merely a dream, you know...'
He clutched his fist, his knuckles going white as he limped over the sink, using the surface as support to hold himself up. He wanted to punch the wall, but he knew that that would only intensify the pain... And he doesn't have the energy to do so now anyway. Closing his eyes, Saga shook his head, water droplets dripping all over the bathroom floor. Clearing his thought would be a good idea, but something in him snapped. Taking in a few short breaths to calm himself down, he finally muttered, "What do you want?"
'What do I want? I only want the best for you!'
"The best for me?" Saga muttered angrily, and opened his eyes. In the mirror, he saw a girl standing directly behind him; she had her arms wrapped around his waist, although he couldn't feel the contact. Saga stared in disbelief, wondering if he was hallucinating or still dreaming. The girl in the mirror looked up and opened her eyes, and Saga winched.
'Yes, take a good look at my face,' She smiled, peering out from behind him. Her grip tightened, and Saga realized that he was unable to move. However, he still couldn't feel her... The girl in the mirror. Her smile widened as she laid her head on Saga's back, her arms refusing to let go. After a few seconds' pause, she spoke again, 'Its ugly, isn't it? My face. My whole body too. They're covered with burns... Just like your arm was. Don't worry, my dear! We'll be a pair soon enough.'
He narrowed his eyes, not knowing what to say; he had many questions, but from past experiences, he doubted that they would be answered directly.
"Let me go." He managed to speak. The girl's expression turned to one of sorrow, but quickly back into one that was rather expressionless.
'Oh, Saga... I hope you are ready soon,' She loosened her grip, and held his hands; despite her letting go, he was still unable to move. It was as if he was frozen on the spot. She then stood in front of him; he observed that her skin was charred so much she no longer really looked human... Some of her wounds even looked... Fresh? The girl stood on tip-toes to see Saga eye-to-eye, giving another smile, 'I do miss you lots, Saga. I wonder if you do too? No matter... Soon, we'll have each other around all the time! Soon.'
"Let go."
'I would, soon! One last gift from me though... You have to forget a few things after all, my dear.'
She leaned forward, kissing Saga on his lips. Although all he could see was their reflections in the mirror, when their lips touched, he could feel it... The girl with her arms around his waist, her dry lips... He could feel it...
'Good night, my dear.'
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