Fan Fiction / Zoids Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reborn the Monster ❯ Zi's 'Happiness' ( Chapter 1 )

ZI HARMONY.

Violet Eyes: *sniff* I hate you Kuri-kun! Why'd you have to make me type this?! I love Thomas! You know that but yet you

still make me do it you evil @$$!!!!!!

Kuribo-kun: [angrily] Since when did you like him? You always saw him as a--

Violet Eyes: People change you indifferent mule of an @$$!!!!!!! *takes out a hanky and dramatically faints*

Kuribo-kun: *Bending over Violet Eyes's fallen figure* Hmmmmm, somebody put too much Chloroform in here *sniffs the

darn thing and falls over sleeping*

Shadow: Grrrr.....mmmmm....ggggg.....rrrrrrrrrr.....roar ( I have done it, Master, they are gone for now)

The Notorious Raven: [huskily] Well done, Shadow. Now, *pulls out a long piece of paper* there are a few things I would

like to clarify:

This is a fiction. A fiction is where a fan of something wri-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sailor Moon: Moon Healing Activation!!!!!!!!!!! *forms a circle with Millenium Staff and throws it at Raven*

Raven: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! *slumps over*

Sailor Moon: Nah, don't worry about him. He'll be fine, in a couple of Millenia.

Raven-fans: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! You @$$$$$$^%^&&^^$%$$##@#*&&)&^%^&%!!!!!

Sailor Moon: 0.0

Yugi, Jou, Kaiba, Mokuba, Anzu, Mai, Honda, Bakura and Pegasus appear out of thin air

Sailor Moon: Who are---

Yami Yugi: We are sent here from the supreme mind of the-mmmph!

[Jou hits him over the head]

Honda, Anzu, Mai, Pegasus, Bakura, Kaiba, Mokuba: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!

Jou: Jus' ge' on wit da fic before I scream ya big buncha softies!!!!

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He was always such a nice boy

The quiet one

With good intentions

He was down for his brother

Respectful to his mother

A good boy but good don't get attention

One kid with a promise

The brightest kid in school

He's not a fool

Reading books about science and smart stuff It's not enough, no

Cause smart dont make you cool, whoa

Thomas stared blankly out the window towards the Blade Liger as Van and Fiona went out on their date. 'Why couldn't it have

been him?' he wondered, feeling his heart slowly crumbling into dust, 'what does he have that I dont?' His whole afternoon

indoors was terrible, he was sitting in his 'bedroom' staring out the window into the gray, rainy sky. He had just bid his DiBison

goodbye, because its Zoid core was damaged beyond repair, and the gloom of his life was upon him. Sure, he couldn't

complain about his life, but he felt that it wasn't worth living anymore. Anyone who had first heard about him would've been

really glad to meet him, but after that they seem to disappear into the shadows. He was a nice package, early 20s, college

degree in computing, Guardian Force member for the Imperial Army, has world's first man-made organoid 'Beek' generally all

round smart, nice guy. But something was missing in his life, he thought at first if he could achieve a nice decent life it would go

away, but now he knew it was no empty space, it was all out depression. This depression had been with him since childhood.

His brother, who he respects very much, Colonel Karl Lichen Schubaltz, had always been the favoured son in the Schubaltz

family, and to others, he was just a second, a thing that only was there for the sake of existence, a lingering ghost who nobody

could see or hear, and continued all the way to adulthood. Even now, it is still happening to him. 'Why me?' he thought

miserably.

He's not invisible anymore

With his Father's 9 and a broken fuse

Since he walked through that classroom door

He's all over primetime news

A long time ago, he believed in self motivation, and was practically an impenetrable fortress in his will, but over the years his

emotional health took a tumble, he was only known in the Guardian Force for one thing, Beek, due to this he slowly dwindled

into the darkness that was depression, the light of happiness and joy diminishing in his sorrow-filled eyes, his fortress walls

coming crashing down at his knees. He was quiet, for he knew if he bore his heart and soul, that would be the end of him.

Rising slowly from his chair to get another glass of whisky, he waltzed over to the liquor stall of the base and took another

bottle from the rack, poured it into his glass and sat down again. He sighed heavily. The only light in his darkness was his

whisky, for it was sweet in his world full of bitter, his only friend, sure, he had Van, Fiona and the rest, but whisky he could truly

be happy with, it made all his troubles and sorrows dissolve, leaving him in a temporary state of bliss. He knew this wasn't

good, but it was his savior.

Mary's got the same size hands

As Marilyn Monroe

She put her fingers in the imprints at

Mann's Chinese Theatre show

She coulda been a movie star

Never got the chance to go that far

Her life was stole (oh)

Now we'll never know

He thought that he would be stuck in this cesspool of despair and sorrow until his dying day, which seemed a long time from

now, as he was only in his early 20s. He took another sip of his whisky as he stared into the storm that was brewing outside,

feeling like he was a little thing caught in that storm, whirled around in a constant whirlwind of depression. He suddenly had an

idea, 'perfect' he thought to himself as he slowly rose from his chair.

No no no no oh

Thomas had gone to the computers room and had just booted up his Imac. He started typing up a letter, address to all his

friends. The scary thing was what was in the letter. He had a wild glimmer in his eye, and his language used was unThomasly

sweet, it sent a chill up his own spine as he himself read it. He added a remark to it that to him seemed perfect for the upcoming

event, 'Love all' he added to the letter. 'Love all, love all,' the words in his head repeated themselves like a chiming pendulum in

a clock. He went into Van's 'bedroom' and secretly took his knife, which used to be his Father's, and some simple sedatives,

the only reason Van had sedatives was to let him get some sleep when Moonbay and Irvine were lovemaking, the expression

on his face twisted with a truly sadistic smile that bore of much insanity.

They were cryin' to the cameras

Said he never fitted in

He wasn't welcome

He showed up to the parties

He was hanging in

Some guys puttin' him down

Bullying him round round

Now I wish I woulda talked to him

Gave him the time of day

Not turn away

If I woulda been the one to maybe go this far

He might have stayed at home

Playing angry chords on his guitar

Thomas left Van's room and headed back to his room and out onto the balcony. The sky was still a gloomy, depressing gray,

with clouds seeming to protest against what he was going to do. He took out a handful of sedatives and swallowed them with

his whisky. Within minutes he had lost all thought, the world swimming before his eyes, the clouds seemed to part to reveal the

majestic staircase into Heaven. He took out the knife and admired its cold, silver, sharp blade and, clutching it tightly, letting go

of the sickly letter from his hand, shoved it straight into his heart. Pain beyond pain as he ever felt was felt, his strength and will

to live leaving him. The world had gone black and seemed to wilt. He looked down and saw that his blood had strewn and

covered the balcony floor and was slowly dripping down the sides. 'Goodbye to this cruel world, goodbye to this agony and

torture that is no that was my life, goodbye to all the people of the world,' and with his last ounce of life, said 'goodbye Fiona,

my only love,' smiled and fell onto his knees before slumping face down onto the cold hard ground. He was dead.

He's not invisible anymore

With his baggy pants and his legs in chains

Since he walked through that classroom door

Everybody knows his name

Moonbay had just come back from the shops and opened the door, she shivered, the base suddenly had an eerie, deathly

appeal, Moonbay dropped her shopping bags, for she knew something was wrong, for her instinct suddenly picked up the

smell of fresh blood. 'Thomas' she spoke. She rushed to his room, it was very creepy, for the aura was depressed and

sorrowful, he wasn't there but something caught her eye as the wind ruffled up the balcony door's curtain. Something blood red.

'Oh God, please no,' she prayed, tears starting to leak from her eyes...

Mary's got the same size hands (Oh)

As Marilyn Monroe

She put her fingers in the imprints (Ooh) at

Mann's Chinese Theatre show

She coulda been a movie star

Never got the chance to go that far

Her life was stole

Now we'll never know (Now we'll never know, oh)

She slowly parted the curtain, her heart praying that it wasn't what she thought it would be, but her mind was practically

screaming the truth. "Oh no, poor Thomas, no, please no," silent tears falling down her face, her silent weeping became loud

cries of sorrow as she saw the fallen man in front of her, the blood still oozing from the knife wound. She screamed, and ran to

her Gustav to intercom the others for help, she had just opened the line of communication when Irvine came back from town in

his Lightning Saix. "Bloody Furore gang and their darn Helcats," he muttered under his breath when... "Irvine!!!!!!!" cried the

voice of his lover Moonbay, "come here quick! I need your help!!" He was taking his time to get to her when he heard her

crying and bawling, he started a run towards her Gustav, where she was. The sight in front of his eyes was not one to easily be

forgotten, her hands were covered with blood as she clutched a blood-stained letter to her heart. Tears falling down her face as

she sank to her knees. "Is something wrong, dear," he asked tenderly. Moonbay handed him the piece of blood stained paper.

"Oh my God," came Irvine's reply, some tears from his eyes falling down his face also. They ran to their Zoids and told the

others of this sad news, they were all devastated.

Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away (20 feet away)

He had a tryout with the Sixers

Couldn't wait for Saturday (Saturday)

Now we're never gonna see him slam

Flying high as Kobe can

His life was stole (Stole)

Oh now we'll never know

The following day, at his funeral, the Zi Media were going crazy, the death of the brother of Colonel Schubaltz was not

something to be passed over. "We didn't know he was depressed, he should've said something to us," came Fiona's tearful

reply to the reporter, "we thought he was happy." "Yeah, I thought he had everything he wanted, I should've gotten to know

him better," said a mournful Van. "I'm so sorry Thomas, I should've spent more time with you," came the replies of the rest.

They held an official funeral service for him and this would be the anniversary of the death of the great military man that was

Thomas Richard Schubaltz. Perhaps the one who suffered the most was Van. The fact that his most prized possession; his

father's knife, now was his sorrow, for it had killed one of his best friends, he could not bear to look at it again so he threw it

into the lake he and Fiona drove past that day, losing both his Father and friend in one. His soul wanted to howl like a wolf too

but he knew better. His grief beyond tears or howls. Fiona in tears concluded by saying, "Speak your mind."

Now we'll never never never know

Mmm now we'll never never never never know

Stole (Stole)

Oh whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Mary's got the same size hands (Same size hands)

As Marilyn Monroe(Oh)

She put her fingers in the imprints at

Mann's Chinese Theatre show (She was gonna be a star)

She coulda been a movie star (Oh no)

Never got the chance to go that far (Never got the chance)

Her life was stole (Stole, stole)

Oh now we'll never know (Now we'll never never know, no)

Greg was always getting net from 20 feet away (He had game, oh)

He had a try out with the Sixers Couldn't wait for Saturday

Now we're never gonna see him slam (Never see him)

Flying high as Kobe can

His life was stole (Stole, oh)

Oh now we'll never know (Now we'll never never know)

Oh no no no

Yeah their lives were stole now we'll never know (Stole)

We were here all together yesterday (Stole).