Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Anatomy of Melancholy ❯ Sleeping Long Hours ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Creature of Habit 
Sin becomes a bit introspective as she and Varish travel to meet their spirit guide. Higashi tries to settle Kibito on his decision to enlist help from demonkind.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 116 | Status: Completed
Sin becomes a bit introspective as she and Varish travel to meet their spirit guide. Higashi tries to settle Kibito on his decision to enlist help from demonkind.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.22.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 116 | Status: Completed
It seems we're on a roll, here. Let's hope it lasts. Some of the dialogue in here might be familiar to you - and any movie or television quotes do not belong to me. I am not altogether certain anymore of their origination. I took them off of a site a long time ago and I do not honestly remember what belongs to who. It is only important that I point out up front that those ... those are not mine.
Shorter chapter, I admit. But, should be just as good. I hope. Higashi and Kibito are at the end of this one. Former lyrics by Tapping The Vein, Butterfly. Latter lyrics by Rascal Flatts, I'm Movin' On.
Chapter Three: Sleeping Long Hours
“I suppose this is the fork Leonard told us about.” Sin said, stopping to rest and catch her breath. It had been one of the longest journeys she could remember. Her feet and legs had been numb for the past couple of hours - she felt faint at the stomach and her head felt like a lead balloon. She cursed losing her potential, for had she rightly had it at her disposal then none of this would pose a problem.
“Here, try some of this.” Varish nudged her lovingly, handing her his cup of espresso. “It's kind of cold, but it should perk you up.” He said around a sympathetic smile.
“Oh, sure ... thanks.” Sin said as she took an absentminded sip from the cup. It was cold, but it tasted good. “Varish.” She murmured, trembling as she paused. “Is it me, or ... this place ... it's so cold - so isolated - I ... it disturbs me. Is this the core of ... desolation and hatred, this is - this is our fate.” She lamented, biting her tongue to keep from crying at the sudden onslaught of black emotions swirling beneath her skin.
What am I?
I wish I was a butterfly.
I'd fly and fly,
Until it was my time to die.
It's creeping in again,
I know what I really am.
No more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly.
I wish I was a butterfly.
I'd fly and fly,
Until it was my time to die.
It's creeping in again,
I know what I really am.
No more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly.
“I - I'm not sure.” The exotic European featured demon droned, a dreadful chill slicing along his spine. “I suppose it doesn't need to be.” He sighed, lighting up a cigarette to calm his taut nerves. “Care for one?” He offered, but Sin appeared to be in another one of her notorious trances. She had a penchant for spacing out in times of exorbitant stress. She spaced out, and he cracked bad jokes. It was odd the things people did to cope.
Simple life,
If I were a butterfly.
I'd fly and fly,
Until it was my time to die.
It's creeping in again,
I know what I really am.
No more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly.
If I were a butterfly.
I'd fly and fly,
Until it was my time to die.
It's creeping in again,
I know what I really am.
No more pretty, purple, peaceful butterfly.
Come see the blood that's in my bed,
Come hear the things that nobody talks about,
Shut up your mouth.
Shame on you ... Shame on me.
Come hear the things that nobody talks about,
Shut up your mouth.
Shame on you ... Shame on me.
“You believe it? Honest ... you do?” Sin queried, not as much asking an opinion as she was pleading for reassurance. She supposed it was a consequence to losing touch with her potential. For the first time, she could see her future ... naked, exposed and unguarded before her. She felt humbled ... soiled, mortified and ashamed. It shocked her. It frightened her. “I don't want to be this - this monster.” She said, her pale porcelain flesh blanching a treacherous shade of white.
Look at me,
I wish I was a honeybee.
Anything ... anything other than the things I have been.
I slip out of my skin,
So I don't have to do it again.
But just a passing thought,
And your filth is seeping in.
I wish I was a honeybee.
Anything ... anything other than the things I have been.
I slip out of my skin,
So I don't have to do it again.
But just a passing thought,
And your filth is seeping in.
Come scrub my hands they won't come clean,
Come sit with me while the wall presses in on me,
Shut off that light.
Shame on you ... Shame on me.
Come sit with me while the wall presses in on me,
Shut off that light.
Shame on you ... Shame on me.
“You're not. And, yeah - I believe anything is possible.” He embellished, an appeasing hand reaching out to smooth a couple of her stray bangs behind one pierced ear. “It's just the atmosphere, pumpkin. Look around. The fog is receding, the landscape is brightening ... it is something sure to make any creature of darkness cringe.” He laughed to cut the coagulated tension, retrieving his espresso from her quivering hand and taking a long sip.
“I suppose you're right.” Sin reasoned, nodding in acquiescence. “I am being too philosophical again.” She groused in rhetorical disgust. She had a predisposition to ask a lot of questions, and ponder things she probably shouldn't.
“You get that from your mother.” Her companion enounced, exhaling a thin cloud of blue smoke.
“I suppose I do.” Sin intoned.
“I suppose some might figure so. It depends.” The elegant Caitiff shrugged, taking another long, lethargic drag and a sip of glacial espresso.
“Is that so. You - what might you figure?” Sin teased, tilting her head to the side and regarding him through slimmed, kittenish eyes.
“I figure not. It's a part of you - enough said. I can't do it, but it intrigues me that you can, and ... I hope you don't lose it.” He elucidated. “ ... like I did.” He whispered somberly.
Come see the blood that's in my bed,
Come hear the things that nobody talks about,
Shut up your mouth.
Shame on you ... shame ...
Come hear the things that nobody talks about,
Shut up your mouth.
Shame on you ... shame ...
“I didn't get that last part.” Sin stated, gathering her bags up once more and handing her companions his. She did not like the resounding blank echo colouring his eyes. Of course, she had good enough instinct and common sense not to pry if he chose not to disclose his tribulation. She hoped he might, but if he did not ... then, perhaps later.
Come scrub my hands they won't come clean,
Come sit with me while the wall presses in on me,
Shut off that light.
Shame on you ... shame ...
Come sit with me while the wall presses in on me,
Shut off that light.
Shame on you ... shame ...
“No matter how bad a situation is, if you can't laugh at it, you're in deep shit.” Varish teased off subject, although the signature court jester smile looked a touch bleaker than usual. “Look out, Holy Joe ... I am the terror that slinks in the night. I am the furniture your toes find in the dark. I am dark wing duck!” He clucked, crushing his spent cup and tearing like a bat out of hell along the cobblestone path.
“You do know that being good at being stupid doesn't count, right!” Sin shouted to him, struggling to catch up.
“In some cultures what I do would be considered normal, I'll have you know.” He retorted, laughing and spinning in frolicsome circles as she bounded up behind him. “Okay, anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover their ears right about ...” He clamoured, before being interrupted by a loud burp. “Oops.” He tittered.
Sin shook her head, but couldn't help from smiling. He had a good, if sobering, point. So long as they kept laughing, things couldn't get close enough to hurt ... at least, not for too long. So, she let go - and laughed.
On me ...
On Kaioshin-Kai:
“Master, I think you are making a mistake. I beg you reconsider.” Kibito groused, his eyes trailing Higashi no Kaioshin as the demure God bounced about his bedroom trying to put things in order. He sighed in displeased frustration as Higashi set to inspecting his delicate figure in the mirror, fluffing and teasing his hair and dusting invisible lint off of his pristine clothes. Kibito had to begrudgingly admire his taste, though. Higashi was decked out in an exquisite white Nehru suit that hugged his petite form in all the right places. It brought out his sparkling sable eyes and lucid lilac skin.
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons,
Finally content with a past I regret.
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness,
For once I'm at peace with myself.
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long.
I'm movin' on.
“Kibito, you're beginning to bother me.” Higashi softly reprimanded, shooting his best friend and guardian a stern, yet patient, glare. “I am a God for a reason - please try to better trust my judgment.” He grinned as Kibito rolled his eyes. “Okay, out with it.” He said, motioning Kibito to sit across from him in one of the posh, round back leopard print chairs. Higashi perched himself elegantly on the grandiose umber striped, eight-legged Eve sofa, brushing to the side a silken deep turquoise and sienna shaded velvet throw pillow to better comfortabate himself.
Finally content with a past I regret.
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness,
For once I'm at peace with myself.
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long.
I'm movin' on.
“Kibito, you're beginning to bother me.” Higashi softly reprimanded, shooting his best friend and guardian a stern, yet patient, glare. “I am a God for a reason - please try to better trust my judgment.” He grinned as Kibito rolled his eyes. “Okay, out with it.” He said, motioning Kibito to sit across from him in one of the posh, round back leopard print chairs. Higashi perched himself elegantly on the grandiose umber striped, eight-legged Eve sofa, brushing to the side a silken deep turquoise and sienna shaded velvet throw pillow to better comfortabate himself.
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces,
Each one is different but they're always the same.
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it,
They'll never allow me to change.
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong.
I'm movin' on.
Each one is different but they're always the same.
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it,
They'll never allow me to change.
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong.
I'm movin' on.
“So,” Higashi began, smiling at Kibito, “You harbour concerns. I am listening.”
I'm movin' on.
“I do” Kibito sighed. “I am your guardian. I am bound to protect you. It is natural that when I see you putting yourself in danger that I am going to do my utmost to persuade you to reconsider. I mean no disrespect, Master, but you can be rash at times. You can be obstinate and incorrigible and it frightens me. One of these times your curious impulses are, I fear, going to forsake your trust and you are going to get hurt.” Kibito concluded, his eyes pleading with his master to take his solicitude to heart.
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me,
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone.
There comes a time in everyone's life,
When all you can see are the years passing by,
And I have made up mind that those days are gone.
“Kibito, you are the best guardian anyone could ask for.” Higashi complimented, flashing Kibito an adoring smile. “In retrospect moments, I feel as thought I do not merit your dedication and obedience. I put such a horrid strain on you, and that pains me.” He paused, frowning. “But, Kibito, I am obligated to protect this Universe ... and sometimes, the paths I tread and the decision I make are not going to make immediate sense to you. It is an indispensable part of the job description, though. I am entrusted to take this sort of calculated risk. I understand your concerns - but I need you to understand and trust my judgment, too.” He finished, reaching to grasp his long time friend's hand, rendering it a light squeeze.
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone.
There comes a time in everyone's life,
When all you can see are the years passing by,
And I have made up mind that those days are gone.
“Kibito, you are the best guardian anyone could ask for.” Higashi complimented, flashing Kibito an adoring smile. “In retrospect moments, I feel as thought I do not merit your dedication and obedience. I put such a horrid strain on you, and that pains me.” He paused, frowning. “But, Kibito, I am obligated to protect this Universe ... and sometimes, the paths I tread and the decision I make are not going to make immediate sense to you. It is an indispensable part of the job description, though. I am entrusted to take this sort of calculated risk. I understand your concerns - but I need you to understand and trust my judgment, too.” He finished, reaching to grasp his long time friend's hand, rendering it a light squeeze.
I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't,
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town.
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't,
I had to lose everything to find out.
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road.
I'm movin' on.
“I do, Master. I do.” Kibito said, returning the gesture. “But I am still concerned and I still think you are making a mistake.” Kibito protested.
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town.
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't,
I had to lose everything to find out.
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road.
I'm movin' on.
“I do, Master. I do.” Kibito said, returning the gesture. “But I am still concerned and I still think you are making a mistake.” Kibito protested.
“Of course you are.” Higashi laughed, earning a deadpan glare from Kibito. “Kibito, I am glad that you are. I need you to be. You keep me stable. But at the same, I need your support and understanding. Please.” The young God pleaded.
Kibito grumbled under his breath and nodded.
“Kibito - thank you.” Higashi said, beaming in appreciated relief. “I suppose I should finish up, then.” He said, standing and meandering back to the mirror. “Oh, Kibito - one last thing ... how do I look?” He asked before Kibito could get out the door, doing a timid spin and giggling.
I'm movin' on.
I'm movin' on.
I'm movin' on.
“You look like Higashi no Kaioshin.” Kibito declared around a short nod, before going back to doing Kibito things and brooding on what a proud peacock his master could be.
End of Chapter Three.
I think that turned out nice. I figure I kept Higashi and Kibito reasonably in character. I am not going to pit them against each other. I could, and I notice a lot of people do, but I find it quite out of character for Higashi to nitpick and admonish Kibito like that. I am not trying to offend or insult anyone. I adore those stories. I just can not write him in such a fashion, please understand. I had planned on writing more, but I ran out of ideas. Oh, and if you happen to care for or need a better description to picture the furniture, you can go to the Horchow website and in the search feature type in:
1. Eve Sofa
2. Round Back Chair (it's the second one listed)