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| Wednesday, March 10th, 2004 | | 8:10 pm |
Which sense would be worst for you to lose?
I, um, knew a man once who hadn’t any sense of touch anymore. He couldn’t feel things at all. He was a friend of my grandmother’s, and an incredible magic worker, but he couldn’t move around much anymore, and he had to take his meals in liquid form. Milkshakes and that sort of thing, you know. He couldn’t chew, because he might bite his tongue straight through without knowing it, and he couldn’t walk much of anywhere, because since he couldn’t feel his body he had trouble controlling it, and a lot of the time he ran into things and hurt himself. Because he was getting older a fall could be fatal. So he mostly sat. He was a wonderful man. He loved his work. But he showed me his feet once, bruised yellow and black and blue and purple and red, and told me that if he wasn’t needed, he would gladly die. He should have died years ago, he said, and it was just sheer stubborness that kept him living. The human body, he said, isn’t meant to live without touch. I think I agree with him. Muse: Yuzuriha Nekoi
Fandom: X/1999
Word count: 189 Current Mood:  uncomfortable | | Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004 | | 9:01 am |
 You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals all. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fear or reservation. The childish nature of the Sun allows you to play and feel free. Exploration can truly take place in the light of day when nothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you with energy so that you may live life to its fullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Such joy and energy can bring wealth and physical pleasure. To shine in the light of day is to have confidence, to soak up its rays is to feel the freedom of a child. Image from: Stevee Postman. http://www.stevee.com/ Which Tarot Card Are You? brought to you by QuizillaThis is funny, because I'm not! I'm Strength. I have an artist friend who's doing a tarot set, and she made me pose for it for her, because she says I'm just perfect for it. I sort of hope she's right. She says that maybe she'll make Keiichi pose for her Sun card. *giggles* Keiichi would make a good Sun! But he isn't always open. There's lots he doesn't tell. That's all right. I don't think I'm always strong. ( OOC: ) | | 8:50 am |
Runes
Your Name: Yuzuriha Nekoi Your Date of Birth: 04/15/1985 Your Question or Information: Will we change in time? Past Isa - Cessation of energy, freezing an issue where it stands, cooling relationships, separation, division. | Present Ehwaz - Abrupt changes, moving into new home and environment, travel, swift change in situation. | Future Sigel - Victory, power, strength, health, the rune of the sun, vitality, drive to work and produce. |
Cast the runes here:
Rune Caster
The first one... It fits. Better than I'd like it to.
I really hope the future one is true. I really do hope.
Current Mood: torn | | 8:09 am |
| | Wednesday, February 25th, 2004 | | 10:20 am |
| | Friday, January 9th, 2004 | | 5:47 pm |
| | Thursday, January 8th, 2004 | | 7:04 pm |
Kusanagi came to visit me again yesterday. He brought me a book of poems, and told me to look inside. He’d written a note on the inside cover, and had marked one of the poems for me. For Inuki. Epitaph Having lived long in time, he now lives in timelessness without sorrow, made perfect by our never finished love, by our compassion and forgiveness, and by his happiness in receiving these gifts we give. Here in time we are added to one another forever. Isn’t that lovely? It’s by a man named Wendell Berry. Kusanagi always knows just what the right thing to say is. He’s wonderful. I love him so much. He’s a good friend. I’m glad to have him. He’s wise and kind and beautiful brave. And that poem… That’s what I want to happen. I want… I want it to be true for me and Inuki. I’m sure it will be, someday. And I’m going home in half an hour! Yay! I’m still on bed rest, but I can go to the party the elementary division is throwing on Saturday. I’m a little disappointed, because the excuse for the party is a huge fencing exhibition that Clamp Campus is holding, and my instructor was going to let me demonstrate, but now I can’t do it, because Arashi told him my injuries are worse than they are. Hmmph. And he believes her not me. They’re all being so overprotective. I wasn’t hurt all that badly! You know, I wouldn’t mind so much if she’d just asked me not to do it because she was worried about me. But Arashi doesn’t think like that. She did apologize, though, so that’s good. And then Sorata said that those who apologize deserve kisses and tried to kiss her cheek and she stomped on his foot. Hard. Arashi wears combat boots, did you know that? I think they may have steel toes. They’re certainly heavy, anyway, and poor Sorata always yelps when she kicks him or stomps on him. *laughs* They’re so much in love with each other! I hope they work it out. And I hope she stops being afraid to let him love her. I’m so glad to be going home. Current Mood:  excited | | Monday, January 5th, 2004 | | 5:47 pm |
| | Sunday, January 4th, 2004 | | 9:22 pm |
Stuck in bed, so sending a note!
(OOC: Yuzuriha is not happy about not being able to get out of bed, so I'm giving in and letting her talk Sorata into playing courier. Which would be why this is in 3rd person. He doesn't want to get mixed up with her.)“Fine. I’ll take the note, if it’ll keep you here.” Yuzuriha beamed up at Sorata. “Thank you so much! You’re fantastic, Sorata, I love you.” Sorata smiled. “I know you’re just saying that because I’m a pushover for a pretty girl.” Yuzuriha giggled. “All right, get writing.” As she bent over Sorata’s notebook, he leaned back against the wall and watched. It was good to see her laugh, even if he suspected that she was only laughing because she knew it would make him feel less guilty. Silly kid. Not that he was any better. They all did the same thing. It made it a little easier to live with all the things that were wrong. “How I am I supposed to get there? You said he was in America. That’s a long way.” “It’s easy. You just have to want it. It’s like the kekkai, it comes when you need it. You can go anywhere where the people you need to talk to are. Or you can if you’re not stuck here.” Sorata sat down next to her on the bed and hugged her. “It’ll be okay, Yuzu-Chan. You’ll be up in a few days and running around taking care of everyone in sight again.” “I...I know.” She stared down at the notebook and shivered a little. “Too much room to think?” “Yes...” He sighed and hugged her a little harder. “I wish I could tell you you’ll wake up someday soon and it won’t hurt anymore, but we both know I’d be lying if I said that. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you.” “It’s all right. I know you tried.” “No, it isn’t all right. But it’s sweet of you to say it is.” Sorata let go of Yuzuriha and smiled at her. “Now finish up that note!” “Okay!” | | Saturday, January 3rd, 2004 | | 9:00 pm |
Well. This has been a Day.
I’m in the hospital. I asked Sorata to bring this so I could talk while I’m stuck here recovering. Um. I’ll be all right. But I’m covered in bruises and cuts, and the doctors are a little worried because I was unconscious when Kusanagi brought me in. They say I have a concussion. So they want to keep an eye on me for a few days. Why I’m here is a long story. Um. I got in a fight should sum it up. Though, yes, it was a fight with a huge machine… thing. And there was a girl, who was guiding it, I think, and basically... She knocked me down and asked me why it was wrong to kill things and Never mind. I don’t remember all that well. Really. I don’t. Her eyes were so blank *smiles* I’m sorry ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) shadow_of_tkr. It looks like I won’t be able to bring those cassettes over until later. I was looking forward to listening to them with you, too. And I think maybe I lost your squeaky chick. I had it in my pocket and... um. I don’t know where it went. I think it may have been destroyed in the fight. But the nurses say they’ll check to see if it’s with my clothes. Kusanagi told me he’d have a look about where we were. If they can’t find it I’ll get you another one, all right? I’m really sorry. I know you wanted me to look after it for you. I feel bad for losing it. It seems I can’t be trusted to keep anything. My Inuki’s dead. I’m all alone now. Inuki... I can’t even bury him. He wasn’t like a normal dog. He was special. And now he’s gone and I’ll never see him again, and I can’t hug him or kiss him or tell him what a good dog he was for protecting me… He was just trying to protect me. I’m sorry. I can’t stop crying. I can’t smile very well right now. I wish Kusanagi hadn’t had to leave. I felt better when he was here. And Sorata and Subaru and Kamui and Arashi and Karen and Mr. Akoi... I felt better when there were other people here with me. But the nurses said they couldn’t stay, and I suppose I understand. Hospitals have rules to protect the doctors and patients, after all. Inuki... I feel like she killed me, not him. I’m numb inside. My eyes are all hot and red, and I ache all over, but other than that I just can’t feel. I’m so cold. Subaru, how do you stand it? Inuki was my only friend for years and years. He licked my tears away when my parents died, and he played with me when I was all alone at lunch because the other children didn’t want me to play with them. He slept on my bed. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t have him. It was always me and Inuki. Inuki and me. I always knew just what he was thinking, and he always knew just what I was thinking. I always said ‘we’ when I was talking about going out on a walk, or being happy about something. It always was we, you see. When I was happy he was happy, when I was sad he was sad. We weren’t really different people. We were two parts of the same person. When we came to Tokyo we were so happy, because there are people who here who can – who could - see him and pet him. We were so happy... I’ve never really been alone before. What do I do now? I’ll try to smile and laugh, because Kamui needs that, even though he’d never ask it of me. And I’ll eat, because everyone will worry if I don’t, and because I know nothing will ever have a chance to get better if I just let myself fade away and die. But how can it get better? How can I be happy? I want my Inuki back.( OOC… ) Current Mood:  distressed | | 12:05 pm |
| | Friday, January 2nd, 2004 | | 10:59 pm |
Um. There was a question about predetermined roles here a while ago. I missed it, but... Yes. I didn't have a choice in being a Dragon of Heaven. That's what I am. I didn't choose Inuki (no matter how much I love him, I can't say I chose him, it just wouldn't be true). So there are predetermined roles. It doesn't matter much whether you believe that's chance or fate (there's a prophecy about me, I believe it's fate). It's still set for you, and you can't say, no, I'm not going to do this. It's too late. It's a part of you. I couldn't send Inuki away even if I wanted to. But it's like a sonnet. You're given this set form, and you choose what you do within it. And you can't get out of the form that's been given you, but you can do so many things within it that it doesn't really matter anymore. That's what I think, anyway. Sorata says if I'm late for dinner again, he'll murder me himself. *giggles* I feel bad about scaring him, but he looked so funny, all worked up. Sorata isn't very convincing at being stern. ...Still, I won't be late next time. Sorata! If you're reading this I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean to make you think I was dead or dying! I know I said that already, but I think I'll be saying it a lot over the next few days. | | 10:51 pm |
Is there ever a good reason to get blind drunk?Umm... I've never been drunk. *fidgets* All right, once last year my grandmother let me have a little wine. I felt all warm and dizzy and fell asleep really quickly. I haven't had any alcohol since. *turns bright red* ...I'm only fourteen! And I'm a good girl! Mostly! Current Mood:  embarrassed | | Wednesday, December 31st, 2003 | | 8:23 pm |
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