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| Weekly Writing Challenge Thread 2 - The Morning After (Deadline December 31st) |
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| Scrittore:
Thank you for the clarification; I'll make sure to send in only one piece. |
| Phlegeth:
?Ugh?too bright,? I thought to myself. I hate going outside. * * * ?Lady Knowledge, I must insist you venture outside,? Sakuya was nagging. ?The Mistress is tanner than you are.? ?Vampires don?t tan,? I responded back. ?That?s my point. Now get outside,? she said and grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me up. ?H-hey! Put me down!? ?No,? she said and slung me over her shoulders and made for the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw my assistant give me a sly grin. * * * ?This is her fault,? I said to myself. ?Whose fault?? someone said from behind me. I turned around and groaned at the face in front of me. ?Tenshi!? I looked around. ?Tenshi?? ?Yes, that is my name,? she responded. ?But that means,? I said still looking around, ?I?m in Heaven.? ?Sure does.? ?I died?? ?Probably.? ?I took two steps outside and I died. Crap, guess I owe Marisa five Zunny,? I sighed. ?Peach?? I looked a Tenshi, who was holding out a peach for me. ?No, thank you,? I declined. She looked a little dejected. Whatever, she probably put something in it. I got a better look at her. She wasn?t in her normal attire. It was a sky blue sundress. ?Like my dress?? she asked suddenly. ?Umm?sure?? I shrugged, not knowing how to answer. Truth be told I was completely indifferent to the dress. ?Know why I?m wearing this?? she asked suddenly again. ?How would I?? I responded. ?Oh, I guess you wouldn?t,? she looked dejected again. ?I wearing it because...? she paused and thought for a second, ?because I could! There?s no one at home to stop me!? ?Ugh,? I groaned. I don?t know what she was playing at with those dejected looks, but she?s the same spoiled brat as always. I started to walk off. ?Where are you going?? Tenshi asked, following me. ?It?s really none of your business,? I answered and hastened my pace. ?Oh?I guess not,? I heard her footsteps stop. ?Umm?see ya.? I didn?t turn around, I kept walking. I could feel the sweat start forming on my forehead. My chest started feeling tight. In through the nose and out the mouth, I thought to myself. I told myself that, but I couldn?t stop breathing through my mouth. I took another step and staggered. I managed to catch myself and stand upright. I took another step. I immediately regretted that decision. I felt like something smacked the back of my chest. I was on the ground and everything around me was spinning. ??HEY!...RE YO?KA.? ?OL?IN?TH?? someone was shouting, but blacked out. * * * There was loud thump behind me. I turned around and saw Meiling on the ground with the arm extended holding a cake in the air. She had very sheepish grin. ?What are you doing?? I sighed. ?Surprise??? she said with that same sheepish grin. I started rubbing the bridge of my nose, ?what are you doing?? ?It?s your birthday,? she responded. ?And?? ?This is a birthday cake!? she handed the cake to me and stood up. ?Why?? I said, staring at the cake in front of me. ?It?s really good, I?ve got to go before Sakuya find out!? she said and ran off, without answering my question. ?Get back here,? a cold voice said behind us and she stopped. We both turned around and saw Sakuya and Remilia standing there. ?Happy Birthday!? Remilia said and thrust a book towards me. ?Same,? Sakuya said and handed me a bookmark. ?Wh?what is all this?? I asked. ?Meiling here, thought we should start celibrated birthdays around here,? Remilia said. I turned to Meiling, ?Uhh?thanks,? I said. * * * I felt a breeze. I opened my eyes and tried to set up. Appraintly there was a wet cloth on my head. It fell onto my lap the second I set up. But there was no time to worry about that because the room started spinning, ?that?s right, I passed out.? After the room stopped spinning I looked around, it was a fairly big room. There was a large banner that read ?HAPPY BIRTHDAY TENSHI!? ?You?re up!? I turned and saw Tenshi walking through the door. She was wearing a different outfit. It was a tanktop and baggy shorts. She noticed me looking, ?Oh, I had to change. I kind spelt water all over my other dress,? she laughed to herself. ?I?m not very good at taking care of people.? ?When was your birthday?? I asked, trying to change the subject. I don?t want to think about her taking care of me. ?It?s today,? she said quietly. ?Did you see my sign! I made it myself!? She said brightly. ?You made your own sign?? I asked, she looked away. ?Oh! And there?s a lot of cake left too. I made too much!? she responded with instead. ?I?ll go get it.? She ran off into another room. ?How big of a cake did she make?? I thought to myself. But what she brought back surprised me. I was a moderately sized cake. The ones Meiling makes are way bigger. And they look better too. This one looked a little burnt and the icing looks like it was just thrown on. I can see why only piece was missing. ?I know it doesn?t look like much, but I think it turned out alright,? she held out the cake with a very earnest smile. ?Oh!? she said and set the cake down on the stand next to the couch I was on. She ran back in the room and came back with a plate and a fork. She produced the Sword of Hisao and cut off a piece of cake and handed it to me. She stared at me expectantly. I gulped and took the fork, ?I can?t die twice,? I thought to myself and tore off a piece of the cake and bit down into it. Tenshi leaned in closer and her eyes widened. ?It?s good,? I responded. What can I say, it was better than it looked. It was peach flavored of course and Meiling?s are better. But this cake wasn?t bad. ?YES!? Tenshi stood up and thrust her arms into the air. I couldn?t help but chuckle at the sight. She turned bright red and looked down. ?Oh!? she pointed at my lap. I looked down and saw the wet cloth. I stood up suddenly and it fell into the floor, but the damage was done. ?You look like you peed yourself,? Tenshi pointed and laughed. ?It?s not that funny,? I grumbled to myself. ?I know!? She grabbed my arm and I quickly but the rest of the cake on the couch as we ran off into the house. We ran up some steps and into a big room. She let go of my arm and ran into another room. I looked around at the room; it was sky blue and there were pictures of people of Gensokyo on the walls, along with some newspaper articles. There was one framed: ?AYA THWARTS CELESTIAL! SAVES DAY AGAIN!? There was a loud noise, breaking my concentration. I turned and saw Tenshi standing in the doorway. ?Look at all my clothes!? she loudly proclaimed. ?Huh?? I responded. ?We can change you out of those wet things. Don?t you share clothes with your friends in Gensokyo?? she asked. ?Hmm,? I thought for a second, ?Remilia is short and Sakuya and Meiling are tall. So I?ve never worn their clothes.? ?Oh,? Tenshi looked hurt again. ?But friends do do this right? Am I being weird?? ?No, you?re not being weird,? I said. ?At the moment,? I thought to myself. ?Look at this one,? she pointed to one behind her, ?It?s purple like the one you have on now.? ?Sure,? I said, I?m not real picky when it comes to clothes. My clothes I?m wearing now are just my pajamas. ?Yay, I?ll leave so you can change!? She ran outside and closed the door behind. I sighed to myself, ?She not too bad when she?s not trying to destroy Gensokyo with an Earthquake.? I put on the purple dress. I didn?t notice it when it was hanging up, but it?s very poofy. It looks like the kind of dress Sakuya is always trying to put me into. ?Sakuya!? I repeated to myself. ?Huh?? I heard Tenshi say from outside. ?Do you have it on?? ?Yea,? I responded. ?It really suits you!? Tenshi proclaimed. ?So now what?? she asked. ?I want to go haunt someone,? I said. ?Celestials don?t ?haunt,?? Tenshi corrected. ?Then I want to ?whatever it is we do? to someone,? I said. * * * We?re outside the SDM. Tenshi carried me piggyback the whole way, even though I insisted otherwise. ?Okay, here we go,? Tenshi said and set me down. ?Can we make ?whoo? noises? I?ve always wanted to go ?whoo!?? ?Sure why not?? I said. ?You?re the one who said it?s not a haunting,? I thought to myself. We jumped out of the bush and floated over to Meiling. ?WHOOOOO! WE?RE HAUNTING BUT NOT REALLY HAUNTING CAUSE WE?RE CELESTIALS. WHOOOOO!? Tenshi?s overly narrow taunt caught Meiling?s attention. ?You?re back!? Meiling yelled. ?Bring me Sakuya!? I said and cupped out my hand in front of me. Trying to be scary. ?Sakuya! Remilia! Patchy?s back!? Meiling took off running into the mansion, screaming. Not even a second later, Sakuya appeared before me. She looked worn out, ?Where are you been? We?ve been looking all over for you.? ?I was in Heaven. You killed me by making be exercise,? I said. ?Now I will return the favor!? I put my arms in front of me and started towards Sakuya. ?Put your arms down. You didn?t die,? Sakuya said without flinching. ?What?? I stopped. ?What?? Tenshi popped up behind me. ?You didn?t die. That little devil type person in the library but a spell on the front door. When you stepped through it, you poofed somewhere. We didn?t know where you?ve gone.? ?Oh,? I said and put my arms down. There was a flash of pink and I felt something hit my chest. I looked down and saw Remilia hugging me. ?Jeez, how could you just vanish for a whole day like that?? she said. I heard some footsteps behind me and I turned around and saw Tenshi heading back. ?Where are you going?? I asked. ?You?re back where you belong. You don?t need me anymore,? she said and kept on walking. ?Sakuya,? Remilia said, ?set another place at the table.? This made Tenshi stop, ?Yes you there. You took care of Patchy today. A dinner is the least we can do.? ?Yea, Happy Birthday Tenshi,? I said. ?Her birthday! I?ve got to make a cake!? Meiling said and ran off into the SDM. ?We shall have a feast!? Remilia yelled. I grabbed Tenshi?s hand and led her into the Mansion. ?This is the best birthday ever!? she yelled. |
| Amraphenson:
The first time she laid eyes on her, she was seriously considering burying herself. ---- Business was iffy for Kurodani Textiles and Tailor. Not that customers were thin, no, that definitely wasn't the case. Amongst their clientele were a great number of high profile names, including but not limited to YUGI Utilities and Komeiji Corp.; Kurodani Textiles and Tailor was not known for shoddy, mass manufactured work. In fact, Kurodani wasn't known much for 'manufacture' at all. That would imply some sort of 'assembly line' or 'chain of command'. Ugh. No, Kurodani T&T was run by one person and one person alone, which had its...obvious disadvantages. --- "I'm really sorry about this Rin. I swear I'll have the order done by the end of the month, tailor's promise," she whimpered desperately, sounding as though the world was about to end because of one of her follies. In contrast, the woman on the other side of the conversation was less panicked and more amused. "It's fine, it's fine. How many times do I have to say it Yamame? The order isn't even urgent." "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I swear it won't happen again-" And so on, until Rin had no other choice. "Really! Just calm down. Finish the order whenever you can." The tone that followed signalled the end of the phone call. Yamame Kurodani, sole employee of Kurodani T&T, let out another despairing cry, burying herself into her kotatsu. "Aaah, of all the times to hit a slump...winter's here and I haven't made a new coat for Satori yet! How am I supposed to show my face around everyone if I haven't given her the latest in Kurodani innovation!" Such was the plight of the tailor. Without inspiration, she could not innovate. Without innovation, she absolutely would not allow herself to weave. And without weaving, she couldn't make a single thing, let alone create the greatest new thing for the graceful young leader of Komeiji Corp. to wear in the winter cold. She threw a glance at the marionnettes arrayed around her, covered in slapdash bits of cloth she could barely even call 'clothing'. "What's up with me?" she asked, to no one in particular, finger drawing circles on the kotatsu top. It wasn't coming. Her hands didn't flow as they used to, spinning raw thread into something amazing. Her pencil didn't sketch out glorious ideas, her needle didn't even move. And not a reason to be seen. Her response to the doorbell was about as energetic and cheerful as the rest of her actions that day. "Ugh, what do you want? I already said I don't want any interns here, and if you're a door to door I'll swear I-" Yamame froze, staring blankly in front of her. "Ah, I'm sorry. I seem to have gotten lost? If you could give me directions, that would be most appreciated...," she trailed off, clearly expecting something, but Yamame was busy. Eyes match up with the hair beautifully. Speaking of eyes, wow those are round and soft. And the curve of her neck, the slightness of her shoulders, the barest hint of curvature under that monstrosity of a blouse...oh dear what is she wearing?! "Um, miss? Are you...?" Her worry was understandable, of course. There was Yamame, disheveled and unkempt, staring intently and examining every inch of her body. She felt as if the girl was intruding on her personal space despite being a meter away. No, no, that won't do...that color doesn't...and that belt! No necklace to accentuate the nape, absolutely nothing to bring out those lovely fingers of hers! Just looking at that 'outfit', if it can even be called one, is causing me pain! Someone dig a hole, seal it away forever! Hell, seal me away forever so that I never have to look at it again! Something must be done, I...I... "Miss? Hello?" "You." "Eh?" "Come inside. Now." "E-eh?" "We don't have time! This is vitally important! In, in! In with you before I rip those rags right off your shoulders! I won't stand for this crime!" "Eeeh?!" The first time she laid eyes on her, she seriously considered burying herself. Or her. Both would get those horrible clothes away. ---- "...was that really how we first met?" asked a certain youkai, brushing the last tangles out her friend's hair all the while. "Yes." A sip of tea, serene and completely unaffected. She frowned then, embarassment beginning to settle into her even as she worked . "I can't have been that aggressive..." "You were. Perhaps more so. I may have understated some parts." Clear, and without hesistation. Yamame was no match for this literal goddess of misfortune, and her exclamation of indignity was testimony to that. Still, business was business, and Yamame was nothing if not a businesswoman when it came to her work. Then that grimace turned into a gentle smile, and Yamame hummed pleasantly at her work. "Well, story time aside, we're done. Ready, Hina?" The goddess nodded and rose from her seat gracefully. "Of course," she responded, twirling elegantly in the makeup room so as to display her, and Yamame's, new clothing. Kurodani T&T had never gotten such a wonderful reception at a fashion show before. And Komeiji Corp's darling CEO's new coat was certainly a hit. AN: Borrowed a bit from Gensoumokuten's work. Always did like this pairing. |
| FinnKaenbyou:
DEADLINE! Girls are judging, please wait warmly. |
| Scrittore:
Curses! I missed the deadline! Oh well. There's always next time... Congrats in advance to the winners. |
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