Amethyst, Tiger's Eye & Jade [NOT FOR PUBLIC!]
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,811
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Snow, Coal, Jade
Hello everyone.
This fic is not here for your reading pleasure. This is here as a work in progress between myself and Kat and it is not meant to be read or reviewed. I will be taking down all the reviews that have been given for it and will continue to take down all reviews if you post any. If you have anything to say you can email me at wingsofdirt@gmail.com
Thanks,
-Wing
Green Eyes (Image (c) Wingless, 2005)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/freeflyingluciddreaming/kazuki/eyeslarge.jpg
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They told me that I almost died.
I can't tell you for sure if that's true or not but they don't have any reason to lie, really.
Picture Japan in the winter time; the pure white snow is falling softly from the sky, and there is a thick white blanket over everything, so clean and shimmering in the early morning light. The sun has not risen yet but it is still fairly light out, and in this part of the city, there isn't much traffic at all because nobody here is leaving for work-- nobody here has a good day job like that, not in this district. But one car is coming down the road, fast-- it pulls a sharp turn and skids on the slippery street, nearly taking out a lamp post as one of the windows rolls down and a gun is pointed at her from inside.
A woman is running down the sidewalk as fast as she can; her clothes are ripped, there is blood trickling down her throat and staining her jacket from a split lip and several deep cuts, and she has something in her arms. As she runs her breath steams about her like a race horse fresh out of the gate, and there is a look of desperation on her pretty pale features. She has green eyes, such pretty green eyes of bright brilliant jade, and her frozen white hands are clutching to her possession for dear life as those eyes search for some place to hide. She ducks into an alley and the car speeds past her; her chest is heaving and she is trembling all over as she looks around to see if the car has come back. When there is no sign of the vehicle, she hurries into the street and looks down into her arms at her parcel.
The child is crying, but softly; its eyes are green as well and through the tears and screaming it still looks like her child. She looks at him for a long time before looking up and down the road once more to see if anybody is coming. When she doesn't see anything, she moves suddenly, throwing her arms out and open like tossing a boquet.
Little baby Green Eyes lands in the snow-filled gutter, his blankets falling open and exposing pink, bare skin as he begins to cry louder. He screams and struggles but his mother just looks down at him with lifeless eyes as though she doesn't see him.
Eight hours later a few kids were playing in the streets, throwing snowballs and laughing. One of them tripped over something and began to cry because of his skinned knee, but when he kicked at the thing that had made him trip, the snow on top of it shifted and he saw a little frozen face, then shrieked. All of the children ran inside and a few minutes after that the Matron of the nearby orphanage hurried outside and picked the child up, then ran back up the stairs and into the warm building.
So that's where I came from. I tried to leave this world several times that day but the Matron was persistent with me and wouldn't let me stop breathing. My life has been difficult from the moment I was born, and often I think I should have died in that gutter, buried in snow with lungs full of ice. Fate has certainly been dropping that hint with the way my life has been coming along, but for some reason when the moment arrives and my life is put in danger I don't die, even when I don't struggle whatsoever.
Maybe there is a bigger plan for me?
Maybe Fate is crap and life just sucks.
I am Kojinsei Ono, I am fifteen and a half years old, and I am the newest Yakuza Don.
*
This fic is not here for your reading pleasure. This is here as a work in progress between myself and Kat and it is not meant to be read or reviewed. I will be taking down all the reviews that have been given for it and will continue to take down all reviews if you post any. If you have anything to say you can email me at wingsofdirt@gmail.com
Thanks,
-Wing
Green Eyes (Image (c) Wingless, 2005)
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/freeflyingluciddreaming/kazuki/eyeslarge.jpg
*
They told me that I almost died.
I can't tell you for sure if that's true or not but they don't have any reason to lie, really.
Picture Japan in the winter time; the pure white snow is falling softly from the sky, and there is a thick white blanket over everything, so clean and shimmering in the early morning light. The sun has not risen yet but it is still fairly light out, and in this part of the city, there isn't much traffic at all because nobody here is leaving for work-- nobody here has a good day job like that, not in this district. But one car is coming down the road, fast-- it pulls a sharp turn and skids on the slippery street, nearly taking out a lamp post as one of the windows rolls down and a gun is pointed at her from inside.
A woman is running down the sidewalk as fast as she can; her clothes are ripped, there is blood trickling down her throat and staining her jacket from a split lip and several deep cuts, and she has something in her arms. As she runs her breath steams about her like a race horse fresh out of the gate, and there is a look of desperation on her pretty pale features. She has green eyes, such pretty green eyes of bright brilliant jade, and her frozen white hands are clutching to her possession for dear life as those eyes search for some place to hide. She ducks into an alley and the car speeds past her; her chest is heaving and she is trembling all over as she looks around to see if the car has come back. When there is no sign of the vehicle, she hurries into the street and looks down into her arms at her parcel.
The child is crying, but softly; its eyes are green as well and through the tears and screaming it still looks like her child. She looks at him for a long time before looking up and down the road once more to see if anybody is coming. When she doesn't see anything, she moves suddenly, throwing her arms out and open like tossing a boquet.
Little baby Green Eyes lands in the snow-filled gutter, his blankets falling open and exposing pink, bare skin as he begins to cry louder. He screams and struggles but his mother just looks down at him with lifeless eyes as though she doesn't see him.
Eight hours later a few kids were playing in the streets, throwing snowballs and laughing. One of them tripped over something and began to cry because of his skinned knee, but when he kicked at the thing that had made him trip, the snow on top of it shifted and he saw a little frozen face, then shrieked. All of the children ran inside and a few minutes after that the Matron of the nearby orphanage hurried outside and picked the child up, then ran back up the stairs and into the warm building.
So that's where I came from. I tried to leave this world several times that day but the Matron was persistent with me and wouldn't let me stop breathing. My life has been difficult from the moment I was born, and often I think I should have died in that gutter, buried in snow with lungs full of ice. Fate has certainly been dropping that hint with the way my life has been coming along, but for some reason when the moment arrives and my life is put in danger I don't die, even when I don't struggle whatsoever.
Maybe there is a bigger plan for me?
Maybe Fate is crap and life just sucks.
I am Kojinsei Ono, I am fifteen and a half years old, and I am the newest Yakuza Don.
*