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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 02:54 AM Post #1 |
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If there was one thing Kaz was good at, it was collect information on what the few he cared about were doing. The main person of course that he had feelings for, not just some sort of will to protect. However, the real question was whether it was okay for him to have those feelings at all. He liked having emotions again, he liked having his body back to almost human status... but he still wasn't a hundred percent. Was it righteous to allow himself to have the emotion of love if he could never love as a human? Whether he liked it or not, their was a distinct possibility that this was as human as he was going to get. When Alara had hugged him, she had done so knowing exactly what and whom he was. Well, maybe not exactly but close enough to know that he was not alive like she was. Needless to say though, Kaz had fun around Alara. Alara was a light in the distance that he felt like trying to reach for. Failure or not, the time of consideration was long past. Kaz for once was willing to give into his human emotions; willing to admit to Alara that he wanted to be something of importance in his life. Real question was, how to say it? Alara, I think there is something special between us... I mean Alara, I just want to tell you that I care for you, and not only do I care for you but... I feel something deeper to. I know I don't deserve it, I know... Alara, I wanted to talk to you because I think we share a unique connection, one that no one else can, something special just for us. Problem is, I'm still kinda a reanimated zombie and your alive... Alara, I think I love you.... All too blunt and none to sauve. Kaz felt awkard more than anything else at the moment, wondering why exactly he could not even manage to think up something to say that would sound right. Even if he wasn't a creature created of evil intent, his speeches still sucked enough to probably get a big thumbs down. He sighed, trying to remember the simple things like where he was. The Auditorium was his current location. Now, if Alara wasn't here yet, she probably would be sometime today. Therefore, he would wait in the seating toward the back of the room. Kaz still prefered the shadows to move about, and that thought gave him a better idea: the stage itself. Indeed he had beaten Alara here, currently there was no one but him in the Auditorium. He snuck up onto the stage, just in case she arrived while he was attempting to reach his backdrop destination. Quickly, he hid behind some of the curtains, all the time trying to tell himself that he was not being stupid so much as aiming for romantic. He had heard of a dark romance once, a play that involved a singer and the man whom had taught her to sing. She thought of him as an angel in the night, and when he came for her she followed his voice. The women followed her dark angel all the way into his secret chambers, where she broke the one vow of his love and revealed his hideous face. Kaz snapped out of his thought pattern, realizing that he had been unable to watch or understand the play beyond that point. He stared at his own hand, realizing that both his body was so much like what laid beneath the mask of that angel, that Phantom. Just like the Phantom, he was going to keep hiding those parts from not just the world, but Alara as well. Maybe she, unlike the women whom the Phantom had loved, could conquer his repulsion and find something inside him of value. At last, his lips twitched into a smile. Even if there was just a hope of Alara being able to conquer his faults, at least there was hope. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 02:46 PM Post #2 |
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Alara didn't know what kept her feet moving as she toted the little radio across the school grounds. Tired, achiness still drew at her bones, weighting her toward the floor after that long, long sleep she had endured, but the only way to cure that was a little excercise, wasn't it? Playing in the snow had been excercise enough for her first venture out of the dorms since the incident, but it was a freash day, and her aches were still there. Heart ache? Probably, but not the type she had originally suspected. A glance at the snow confirmed this, almost alarmingly. Kaz? The thought made her pause on the short walk to the auditorium, staring at the snow-laden trees and thinking of her silent vow to raise her spirits. Without warning, a dark blush enveloped her, burning hot on her face, though that was probably the wind's icy breath stinging as well. Silly goose... she reprimanded herself. You need to wake up more. Tearing her gaze away almost painfully, Alara pulled herself to the wide, double doors of the auditorium. The radio, she slung over the hilt of her sword while she grunted and pushed against the heavy, unwieldly things, feeling the soft thump of the device on her back as if egging her on. She had really gotten weak! With an echoing scrape, the door sank inwards, and Alara darted in before it closed heavily behind her, catching her woolen school skirt. At least someone had broken the layer of ice that would have made entrance impossible for the weakened Whin. Ice. She shuddered at her first encounter of the stuff. Uncontrollably slippery and yet hard when her backside was sent unwillingly toward the ground. She had never imagined such dangerous terrain! How did these people stand it? Worse, she had heard of places where this stuff was here all year round! A bit sadly, she had retired her playful sandals and opted for the heavy loafers for their improved traction. The lights were on the stage, glowing softly, and Alara felt herself relax as she strode through the aisle toward it. A favorite practice spot of hers, Alara had drawn on a little of the Whin's stage presence, but today was for excercise. Setting the sword and scabbard on the floor of the stage with a hollow thud, she flipped on the radio and tried to find something slow. A ballet? No, not for warming up, especially like this. She snickered as she imagined trying desperately to keep up with a fast-beat heavy metal on the next frequency. No wonder they just bounced up and down. Finally, she found a light melody being sung by an amateur. A musical but she had come in just after the announcement of it. The song was simply titled, 'Think of Me,' and the young woman had a superb voice. Alara listened to it for a few seconds before getting the basic rhythm. Perfect for a light warm up. Placing the radio gently on the stage, Alara stretched to the music and started a light dance. She had scorned the ballet, but this one made her want to try a few steps, so lightly, she started to twirl and dip. Her spirits full of quiet joy, Alara found herself elaborating further. A long held note became a flourishing bow, and toward the end, the young woman started playing a little with the last verse, rising in her pitch and astounding the audience she must have been singing for. It was hard to tell with a radio. Playfully, Alara joined in a little, singing while she twirled and concentrated for the Sylpheed's Sonata. The first step went well, held poised above the stage like an invisible platform, but the next sent a wave of dark terror through the young half-Whin as she plummeted down to the stage, landing on her already scraped knees and staring up at where she should be by now. Up in the air, graceful, happy. The woman's voice ended the song with a long note, her voice rich and gay, and Alara's eyes began to water. What had she done wrong? There was a wave of applause over the radio. She had been singing for an audience, and Alara was here, alone and fallen, her tears falling even worse now. The next song started, but she wasn't listening anymore. Dragging herself up, Alara tried again and again and again to perform the Sylpheed's Sonata, but every step fell through the air and landed heavily on the stage. The last attempt, a man's voice bellowing over the radio in some sorrow-laden song, had her sinking to the floor in dissappointment again. Had she forgotten it? No, every Whin could do this to the point of second nature. Was she too weak? That was impossible! The Sonata required no more energy than what it took to dance it. "What is wrong with me, then?" she sobbed in Japanese, her eyes flooding with frustration at herself. "What did I do?" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 03:34 PM Post #3 |
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Kaz had been in the shadows for not a few moments when she arrived. His eyes scanned over her from the darkness, realizing that she had at least learned to adapt a little to the cold due to her wearing of boots. A brief smile crossed his face, happy to learn that Alara simply hadn't gone back to sleep eternal after their last encounter. Maybe today, just maybe today he could finally work up the courage to be human in ways he once thought to silly to dream of. In the meantime, Alara approached the stage and climbed up; setting down the radio and tuning it to a song. As if that little radio could read Kaz's thoughts and his fears, it began to play the tune Think of Me. Think of me, think of me foundly when we've said goodnight; Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try; Then you'll find, that once again you long to take my heartbreak and be free; If you ever find a moment... spare a thought for me Kaz shruddered out of his memory of what came after the song, and how he had simply not been able to watch or listen any longer after the Phantom's face was revealed. But did Alara think of him in the same way as Christine found the Phantom to be her angel of the dark? Was he the one she wanted to spare a thought for, or was it... Caleb. Caleb's coma had been what had incuded her first state of hopelessness, when only Kaz had been able to wake her from it. A part of his mind kept yelling in the background: She dances for Caleb, not for you. Just remember you are guide and nothing more... take her not into your darkness. Was it the same though? Did Kaz simply view Alara as a trophy, something to be won and claimed? No, but then again niether had the Phantom... His thought process was interupted by a crashing sound; he looked to see her on her back starring up at the air. She had told him once, that her race could easily dance on air with little worry. Had she tried and failed? The repeatitive actions of rising and falling meant an obvious yes. Kaz almost wanted to cry, realizing that she was dancing for someone else, and that she could not even accomplish that. The song changed something darker, far more depressing, and Alara cried out. Kaz bit his lip, reminding himself to simply play guide to her... and not to make an attempt at having her fall in love with him. Love was for the living and the death, but it was torture for those inbetween. "Perhaps..." Kaz's voice and body emerged from the shadows at once, "Perhaps it is because you seek to dance for a reason, and yet that reason seems impossible to you. If your mind believes the word impossible, often your body does to. Even abilites that you would have simply don't work, because you don't believe in yourself or what you try for." Kaz stood by her, and offered her his human right hand to help her rise. "Maybe you should learn to believe in your dreams... maybe you should bring them into this world through your dancing." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 26 2006, 04:33 PM Post #4 |
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Kaz's sudden appearance startled Alara out of her tears. How long had he been there? It was clear that no one could have entered after her. She had a perfect view of the door from the stage, large and dark though the auditorium was, so he had definitely been here longer than she. Well, it mattered little. He had seen her tears, had almost certainly seen her failure as well from the way he tried to gently reassure her with his speech. Dancing for a reason? The Whin never really danced for a reason other than their own entertainment. In fact, it was often heard of half-Whin abandoning performances on Maedos simply because they had not the will for it, but she had! What beautiful music to inspire her! How could she not want to dance? Lightly dismissing that notion, she thought on what he had said next. Believing in herself. Well, she had often felt moments of self-hatred, but never like this. Kaz had actually stumbled upon something. Taking his hand, she rose, but for all the world, she felt like she was still sitting along on the stage. Turning away from the young man, she gathered up the radio and flicked it off, setting it back on the stage beside her as she sat over the edge. It wasn't really dismissing his help. Actually, it made her feel somewhat better, but not nearly enough to drag her out of this rut. Patting the stage beside her, she invited him to join. "Dreams?" she mused. "I don't deserve dreams. I feel...hollow...empty, for once. I never thought you could feel nothingness." Alara's voice quivered at the word, lapsing into Greek for it and pulling out. Her emotions were like the ice, now. Everything was sliding off the surface of this barrier she had put up to protect herself from realizing why she was in such anguish. Now, she knew. "I...I've hurt too many people. People...people who've given their lives for my useless one. I know Caleb isn't dead, but for mercy's sake, it feels so. I never want to watch another sacrifice themselves for me." Swallowing, she forced back a wave of tears, but her body still trembled. "I guess the only dream I'd have is not to let someone I care about throw away their lives." A glance at Kaz gave away whom she was thinking of and warning. The young man was rapidly becoming a close friend of hers, odd considering their meeting, but not at all unwelcome. Why should she fear another sacrifice for her useless life? Well, AHS was quickly forming a role as 'Most Dangerous Place on Earth,' but what were the odds that it would happen again? Still, a warning nonetheless. She cared about Kaz. There was no denying that. To see him lost for her life...Well, he was technically dead, he claimed, but still, even a life already lost would be too much for her, especially Kaz. She realized with a blush that she was thinking a little too much on the young man without actually acknowledging why he was here. Wiping a tear away, she forced a smile on her sullen features. "I apologize. You must have come here to be alone, and here I am, ranting about things that even I don't understand and tripping across the stage like a hobbled rhinocerous. I'll...I'll leave now..." Listlessly, she reached for the radio, but Alara's hand paused over it. She didn't really want to go. Kaz was more comfort than she cared to admit, so she fumbled for some small talk that might keep her here even just a moment before. "If I may ask...why are you here?" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 27 2006, 11:32 AM Post #5 |
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...I never thought you could feel nothingness." "But we can Alara, and it hurts worse than anything you could be filled with. A void in the heart is worse than a knife or bullet because you are still expected to keep going. But you aren't alone Alara, and there are people to help you fill those voids..." This is the part where I tell myself that I shouldn't love, that I should accept my own void rather than even try at being human... but I want to try so badly. No more of this, no more justification for being alone. Finally taking a que from Alara's hand motions, Kaz gently sat himself next to her, wondering what her reasons behind having him sit next to her were. This was one of those moments that all men expirence, the wish that they had some sort of mind reading power to first off know why women acted the way they do and second so that they could help them. Even with a computer for a brain, Kaz simply could not compute female emotions. Of course, this was also at what point the speach about why she had a void began, leaving Kaz with a listening ear and a mind trying to process something to say. Even though he did have a super computer for a brain, he felt as though he knew what would need to be stated before that, like it had come from his heart rather than from some cold number cruncher. "Alara, you did not hurt those who died so that you may live except when you get like this. Whether they sacrificed themselves or not, this world would still be filled with both bad and good, but you would not be alive to expirence it. They wanted you to live Alara, they wanted you to have not just have those dreams, but make a life out of them. Saying you don't deserve to dream makes their sacrifice nothing." Kaz stopped himself, wondering if he was being too harsh on her. He hadn't meant to take a lecturing tone, but he did not like the fact that she thought of people like Caleb as throwing away their lives for a useless cause. He prayed his own people had not taken this dark path, after all the pain and sacrifice they gave eachother, it was only right for the living to live full lives. She gave a stage exit speech, and even reached for her radio... but stopped short. Kaz breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he wouldn't have to track her down again, let alone try to explain himself again. "Alara, I did not come here to be alone. I heard you often came to dance here and- some of the most joyeous moments in this new 'life' of mine have been with you, and I really do care for you. I wanted to tell you that." Kaz sighed a little, mostly out of relief but still somewhat out of fear. Whatever would happen next to him, or next to the both of them? |
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| Deleted User | Jan 27 2006, 07:38 PM Post #6 |
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His emphasis on the word 'life' had offset Alara a little. Did he still consider himself dead? To turn his own phrase against himself, she could have pointed out that he could hope and dream, redeeming that lost body because it had a full soul with it, but his next words startled her. Kaz had waited here for her because he cared about her? Such a thing had hardly crossed her mind. Usually, she thought in terms of how she viewed others, but hearing this did open her eyes a little more. Whom else would accept her desperate embraces when she had barely known them? Whom but someone that cared back? That prospect did thaw at the ice that encased her emotions, letting a bit of the weight of it sink into her, but for all the joy he seemed to be expressing, Kaz seemed as much in pain. Why? Was it he was worried that she didn't like him back? Realizing that she'd been silent for too long, Alara fumbled to say something to reassure him. "I...That is to say...Well..." Alara's face was turning red, her words fumbling more and more as she tried to figure out the right thing to say. Something cliched, like, 'I care for you, too'? No, that would almost be a lie. Alara didn't just care about Kaz, she wanted to protect him and smile with him, laugh and play as they had, maybe even just hold him. 'Care' was an understatement, but did she dare to say 'love'? She had doomed two whom she had considered at least infatuations. What would this do to Kaz? Well, he was technically dead, he claimed, but that would make his loss all the more painful. And she hadn't considered if he actually loved her back, too. To say you care about someone was very subjective... Settling from that dizzying confusion, Alara let her hand continue its trek back to the radio, but this time, to clear her mind a little instead of a hurried flight away from the stage. Flicking through the channels, she came across the same station as before. Another opera or musical from the ensemble's cheery voices and lyrics, so she set it back on the stage and let her legs swing back and forth while she tried to figure out something appropriate to say. "Do you like birds?" she asked, thinking at last. "I love their cheerful music and how they fly so effortlessly through the air, but I always feel...a little inferior to them, staring up at how graceful they are." Smiling at Kaz, she tried to convey in a glance that she wasn't ignoring what he had said, but rather, taking a roundabout way back to it. Staring up across the empty seats of the audience, she imagined those flickering, brightly-colored wings and playful music. The song on the radio was almost like a chorus of happy larks. "Then, one day, I found a little bird with a broken wing outside our school. I believe it was a mourning dove, but I cannot remember for certain...Well, I gathered this little thing, cooing miserably, and took it home. I gave it some warmth and food. Setting the bone of the wing right again made it cry out so, but I knew it would be glad for it when it healed, yes? I was jealous of the bird as he recovered, so happy and singing again, but I wouldn't dream of begrudging it that joy. Then, the day came that he had fully healed and was ready to go back to the wild. I took him outside and threw him up in the air, watching him open those gray-brown wings and fly off with a little sorrow. How could you tell a bird that you loved it and wanted it to stay with you?" A truly happy smile replaced the sly one that had reassured the young man as she remembered what happened next. "The day after, I walked to school and came home as usual, still sad that I had let my little birdie go, and there, my mother greeted me with a surprise. He had flown back while I was at school. How surprised I was, but I didn't want him stuck in a cage forever. I wanted him to be happy and free, so I did what I didn't think I'd have to do twice. I took him outside and flung him in the air again. This continued for several days. I'd set him free, and he'd come home by nightfall. Almost as regular as doing homework or the dishes...Well, on the eighth day of setting him free, I realized something. Maybe, he the outdoors wasn't really what he wanted. Maybe, I was. Had he grown to like staying in the house and patted by me, unfeathered and plain and ugly in comparison? He flew back one last time, and this time, he stayed with us for the rest of his life." She didn't point out that pidgeons often developed a homing instinct, returning to what was familiar, nor did she mention that in his last days, Carrou, named for the sound he made in the morning, had flown off to die in the spot where she had first found him. Picking up the tiny body and wrapping it in her handkerchief had been all that she could stand, letting her mother bury the bird in the garden while she wailed inconsolably in her room. Still, she had cared for that little creature and had had the feeling replicated back. Would Kaz understand or would he take her outside and set her free so to speak? She almost broke the mood by laughing at that. After all, her people were called 'Birds' because of how they danced and sang. Imagining him throwing her up in the air only to crash to the sidewalk was too much, but she held her face blank while the voices on the radio warbled. ((OOC: Guh! Longer than I thought it'd be. Hurray for Parajo Cou! <---'s own little birdie. I miss him. ; ;)) |
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| Deleted User | Jan 28 2006, 12:12 PM Post #7 |
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For but an instant, Kaz thought he had completely blown any chance he might have had. The fact that Alara had stumbled through her first sentance made him feel both clueless and vunerable. Did she want to finish with 'I like you as a friend, but you are an undead freak for trying,' or perhaps 'I don't think we are right for eachother.' As hard as both his mind and heart fought to try to find good reasons as to why she hadn't been able to say anything, th only thing that manifested itself in a way he could understand were the harsh and cruel words coming from the side that tormented him so. If Alara had no feelings for him, what was he supposed to do then? What point would there be in trying again knowing that the women you truly love simply turned you down? At the same time, did he even know what love is? Could he know love at all in this form? Kaz sighed, more than a little depressed at her answer. Probably just like everyone else, she wanted Kaz around for stories and advice, nothing more. He was in a slump now, wanting to feel some sort of emotion but missing out entirely. This must have been the feeling that boys described as 'having your heart ripped out and crushed by your dream's foot'. Then, she started speaking again, about birds actually. Kaz was waiting to see how it related back to them... and he waited some more. It was nice, for a turn, to here someone else with a story, even if that story was just about a childhood pet. In fact, having now heard one, Kaz could safely say that he liked this sort of story much better than his stories of war. At least this had a moral and made a memory. Kaz's storys became legends, and then probably myths. What moral was there to those? To always fight evil, even though you know it will eventually conquer the lands you call home? Getting back on track, Kaz attunded himself to once again listen to what Alara had to say. Her story ended, explaining that even though she tried to get rid of the bird, it wanted to be with her. She had always loved it back, but never wanted to express that until the bird showed her dedication and love. The real question was: Who would be Alara and who would be the bird in this relationship? Which one was doing the throwing out of the other, followed by acceptance in the end? Kaz stopped himself on that thought, suddenly realizing the entire story's meaning. Even if they both sometimes tried to get away from eachother, fait would have them back together. Could this mean.... could it really be? Kaz's mouth opened ever so slightly in moderate shock, unable to speak again until after Alara's laughter had subsided. "I don't know about you.... but I do no longer wish to cast anyone away would would want to be around me. I promise I would not try to 'throw you out' or say I'm not right for you, because that has to be left up to you. I guess I can only hope you are willing to do the same for me. I want-and have wanted, to be with you and close to you since we met, but I was so afraid you would run from me or shove me away. I was scared that you would never see me as human, much like I can't see myself in that light yet. But being with you, here and now- I do feel alive. It seems like there is a point to this heartbeating inside me, a point for me to continue existing." After that, he fell silent, just seeking to look into Alara's eyes... even if he couldn't read her emotions. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 28 2006, 10:05 PM Post #8 |
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Alara's smile broke as she heard Kaz's words. He did care for her the same way! She felt the last of that nothingness melt away to full joy, doubled over by her Whin blood. Without thinking twice on it, she wrapped him into an embrace, not caring that what she held was cold and unknown to her, just happy that he had understood, that he had cared for her as she had. Was he the bird now, or was she? Not caring, she pulled back a little and smiled broadly at the young man. He had tried to caution her, but they were needless words, falling on reluctant ears. "Don't you see, Kaz?" Alara said, nudging her forehead against his gently. "You are feeling this. You can't be anything but living and human, even if your body doesn't want to admit it." A little abashed at her straightforward manner, she pulled away and covered her mouth in surprise. "I...I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm...I'm just so happy that you seem pleased, that you want this. I thought...Well, it doesn't matter because I was wrong...But I thought I didn't want you to care because you didn't. I've really enjoyed being your friend of sorts. It's the only thing that kept me from..." From just sleeping forever. I cared for Caleb, but not like this. "...from..." Sighing, she tried a little to put her thoughts together instead of that jumble of words she seemed unable to stem the flow of. "I'm ranting, yes? I apologize. What I mean to say is...Thank you for caring so. It means a lot to me, and I hope it does to you, too." Distractedly, she twiddled her fingers, trying to think of what to do next. Did they frolic and dance like the movies always showed? Striding off into a romantic sunset toward a happily ever after? It seemed nice but not at all likely. It wasn't even half past three in the afternoon. Sunset wouldn't come until five or so. One idea dismissed, but none left as she sat there awkwardly playing with her fingers. Alara, you fool girl! You can't just sit here! But what do I do, now? I've never felt like this! Sitting just seems wrong... Glancing at Kaz, she tried to keep her face from glowing red. "You've been so kind, Kaz. It's one of the many things I like about you, but I do need to be a little nosey..." Pausing, she sorted out her thoughts. "Well...Would you...Would you want us to...? To...Well...? Date? Is word, yes?" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 29 2006, 03:34 AM Post #9 |
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Kaz was once again wrapped in an ackward posistion. Hugs were one of those human things that he still had trouble comprehending, but an important difference was that this hug did not trouble him. The last time Alara had wrapped her arms around him, Kaz had almost wanted to cry due to the torture of wanting to be embraced but fearing its meaning. For the first time in his life, he could simply enjoy a hug, let alone could simply enjoy being himself in the moment. As he were stuck in an eternal vortex of joy, Kaz found himself swept in enough to even return the hug this time, feeling awkward in the motions but truthful in the embrace nonetheless. If Alara was willing to 'keep him' so to speak, she was just going to have to get used to training him on how to express emotions like love and joy. He had memories of those things, but they had all been so long ago that remembering them now brought nothing to him. This moment right here and now; it mad ehim all the more determined to live fully again, whether as a human or even as a cybernetic creation. Kaz no longer wanted to die, he wanted to live, to live for her. After what seemed an eternity of bliss, Alara withdrew herself from the hug and nudged him with her forehead. She gave him a lecture on things he was already admitting within himself, but in the meantime part of his brain said that this would function as a good reminder if he ever doubted again. Another part of his brain informed him to make sure to give her a positive answer, that way the lecture was not terribly repeatitive. In the meantiime though, she ended her speech with the words: 'It's the only thing that kept me from... from..." What exactly had he kept her from? He wasn't going to push it now, but Kaz still wondered if she would continue to dream of Caleb no matter how attached they were to eachother. For once though, he was not jealous. If Alara ever wanted to fly away, he would let her... but for now, he hoped she would stay forever. Another helpful thing was that shorty after that, his heart gave the brain something to think about: the unknown positive meaning. Perhaps she meant that Kaz gave her a reason to get up out of that bed she had slept in for so long... and he now was certain that she wanted to stay out of it. "Of course your caring means a lot to me. It would be rather silly of me to try and care for someone whom I had no feelings for, now would it not?" The word date caught him real off guard. This was a teenager whom had destroyed an Avian Prime Sin as a child, fought legions of hell as a teenager, and managed to bring himself close to humanity once again after being resurrected as a pointless zombified weapon. All that, and he still did not know how to face down the word 'date'. "Well, I... I-I for one would like that very much. Of course, this means you will probably be teaching me how to date... which I believe is dubbed 'wearing the pants of the relationship' here on earth. But I'm willing to learn and care for you all the while, if you are willing to teach.' Although he would never admitt it, upon saying those words Kaz's face flashed a with a tone of red blush. This would be the first time since coming to earth that such a reaction had crossed his face, but it probably wouldn't be the last in a relationship with Alara. Another thing that he would never admitt aloud was that he actually looked forward to expirencing |
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| Deleted User | Jan 29 2006, 04:16 AM Post #10 |
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Alara laughed a little at the blush Kaz was trying to suppress. Seeing it on him eased her own. Not out of mockery but out of relief, and her laughter reflected that. Before she knew it, tears were rolling gently down her cheeks from the merriment. She hadn't laughed to this point in quite some time, and what was more, she didn't know why she was doing so. Smiling at Kaz, she realized why. "Well, I didn't mean right away, but if you'd like some sort of lesson..." With a glance around, she saw the sword lying on the stage. Hanta had jokingly referred to their sparring and training as a sort of date, the only thing she had ever associated with the strange and abstract word. Oddly though, the memory hadn't had the effect she had dreaded. A faint emotion tinged the edges of her memory. Nostalgia? No...Acceptance. That was an emotion, and this one burned a little deeper, making her smile of mirth fade to one of acknowledgement. Well, to challenge Kaz to a little swordfight might not be the most appropriate thing, especially considering how weak and tired she was from dancing. Hmm...Didn't young couples often dance together? Reaching for the radio, she frowned a little. The music was dark and foreboding, the choir belting out their laborous tune like a pickaxe swinging down in time. Lay Miser-obb or something along those lines, according to the announcer. They were good but hardly what she wanted to hear right now! What a pity. Up until that point, the music had been almost perfect to the background. Regretfully, Alara surfed through the channels until she came across a local station. The singers were Japanese, singing out in that high sing-song voice that actually complimented the music and their speech, but language hardly mattered right now. Didn't they say that love was universal? Setting the radio back on the stage, Alara pulled herself to her feet and tugged up on Kaz's arm to get him to follow suit. "I've heard couples like to dance. Maybe, I can teach a thing or two, yes? How about you, Kaz? Do you like to dance? In either case, I think the most important thing about a date is communication. You have to speak with each other and just enjoy the moment." Her whisker-like markings turned up as she grinned at him. How did you explain that if they had been doing nothing, you would have had as much fun? But Kaz seemed to want to know how to date, and her clumsy explaination would have to suffice as she started swinging her hips in time with the quick rhythm. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 29 2006, 12:06 PM Post #11 |
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She hadn't meant right away? He fought off a temptation to scratch his head in cluelesness. What had she meant then, that possibly they should get to know eachother first or something? He sighed, realizing that this was not just an over zealous reaction without reason. Apparently, his mind still thought he was in the world of his memories, a world that had happened so long ago. There, before they had Progatha, and even afterword... his people lived quick lives. They spent most of their lives trying to avoid being brutally hunted down, fighting off evils in all of its various forms. Unfortunately, this also lead to an extreme seize the moment attitude, saying what they felt was right to say, attempting to love the person they fell in love with. When the adverage lifespan of your people is 25, they have to know how to be honest and how to grab onto love when they could. After thinking about it for a moment, Kaz chuckled.... suddenly realizing just how much of a polar opposite he was to the norms of his own kind. His mind suddenly tuned back to the newest reason for joy in his life, he watched her seek something on the radio. Whatever was she planning this time? Maybe she was going to dance with him? If that were the truth, Kaz was more than willing how to learn at the moment. He stood up, but as he did a stream of memories flew through his head. Instead of being over battles or things that he had lost, these were also of moments of joy, moments he felt he could not understand far better... "We have won our victory of peace, and the time for mourning is past. Let us carry on in our lives with joy, so that those whom we mourn for can look down from the heavens and smile..." The priest wearing robes of black gave a sudden smile and clapped his hands. A sudden drumbeat started, one that made the heart want to soar and the feet wish to move. Another drumbeat kicked in with cymbals and shallow drums, followed by the beating of the far deeper and darker drumbs. The crowd of people, thousands in mass, all joined together and began to dance. Although the dance they did had steps, the steps were more guidlines than rules. Soon, each couple had their own unique style, their own little world that for a time belonged to the rythm of heart and song. It would have been amazing to watch, but Kaz was full on partaking in this event, dancing with the girl who had been endowed with the title of his little sister. She and him both had a natural rythm that attunded itself perfectly to the music, allowing them to move quickly and preform complicated moves that even some adults were in capable of. They both laughed and smiled and danced, deeper and deeper into the night. In fact, the party only truly ended when the rays of the day's next sunlight broke the horizon. Alara left the radio attunded to the Japanese station, and Kaz had to admitt that he liked the upbeat music. "It has been... a very long time since I had reason to dance... but now seems like the perfect occasion." However, he was simply not going to stand their and let Alara shake her hips alone; instead he reached for her arm and gently pulled to spin her in a 360, all the while his feet and body moved to the rythm of the music. Kaz strongly hoped she wouldn't object... but if she did he could still work around that. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 29 2006, 03:43 PM Post #12 |
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Giggling, Alara let her knees loosen for the quick spin. To say that it had come as a surprise would be an understatement. Who was this suddenly active Kaz? She didn't object by any means; actually, she was more than happy that she didn't need to show off her own abilities as he set about in an almost formal dance. Letting herself be guided, Alara felt her feet move as if in a daze. Not nearly enough twirling to lift her off the ground, as the Sylpheed's Sonata had once done, but it was more than enough to lift her spirits. Smiling, she fell back in a dip; laughing, she was twirled again, strangely in time to the usual bounce of the Japanese music. He was very talented indeed! With a final bow, the music had ended, but Alara held her disappointment in check, grinning at Kaz. "Where did you learn how to dance like that? The Whin have formal dances and playful ones, too, but we've never been able to couple them like that." She winced, knowing why. The Whin were always cheerful, always glad to dance, but they didn't understand some of the formal dances due to that barrier around their emotions. A dance of grievance, while arranged artfully enough, was never conveyed to the audience of smiling Birds, noticing only the performer's ability. But Kaz's motions...They were almost inspirational. He danced like one coming out of the dark, a man seeing for the first time, and it had touched her deeply. You are in love with him, silly goose, she thought, blushing until she caught herself. I don't know why I didn't notice it until he said something. I wouldn't have admitted it... |
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| Deleted User | Feb 5 2006, 02:12 AM Post #13 |
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Kaz breathed a sigh of relief, realizing at last how much easier this was now that he had gotten started. Alara had danced wonderfully, with the grace of angels and the agility of a cat, making him actually work in order to keep up with her. The best part was, even though they had been of seperate cultures with seperate forms of dance, everything seemed to mesh. For just a simple moment Kaz felt beyond alive. Truth be told, his brain was probably just adding more oxygen into the nanites of his blood stream, but who cared about the hows when you already knew why? After all, the human brain would normally have the same reaction without the computer, just telling its red blood cells to take more oxygen than normal. Maybe he really wasn't dead after all. Maybe this was just his own unique way of making an existance. That would strike him as different, but an equal nonetheless. A smile of confidence crossed his face, one that simply held the light of life inside it. "Where did you learn how to dance like that? The Whin have formal dances and playful ones, too, but we've never been able to couple them like that." "Well, way back when... my people did not live very long at all. You had to make the most out of everything, because if death comes knocking on your door then you want to at least be able to say, 'I lived'. We mourned, but we also celebrated. Dancing with you just reminded me of one time that we celebrated for so long that the sun had once again risen in the morning before any of us began to quiet. After sunrise, we one by one realized just how much our feet were hurting and just how heavy unrested eyes felt." He laughed ever so slightly, a brief but honest chuckle. "My feet ached for days... but I will never stop saying that it was the best party I had ever been to." He paused for a moment, realizing that he should also inquire to her as well. After all, it was rude to spew on and on about yourself, not trying to listen to the person who cared enough to be with you. "And what of your people? You have an accent that seems foriegn, but I can't place it at all to be honest. Where did you come from?" |
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