Posted on: Sunday, September 19, 2010 Posted at: 6:02 AM
Title: A nasty prank. Nasty. It was the kind of prank no one would have wanted, or expected. And, it was the type where no one would have believed. But somehow, he believed. The old dumb man. He believed and took the prank for real despite that day being April fool’s. His foolishness caused many to lose their lives. April 1st. The type of day one would have expected to see a banana skin on the ground or at least, someone who would scream April fool’s when you enter the room, soaked with water. Except General Tsoak. He was a big man. Perhaps a little too big. He kind of swayed when he walked; perhaps rolled would be a better word. He was in his forties. He walked into the control room where it stood a majestic red button. His proud and honor, that red button was. The radar screen showed nothing and his eyes glazed over it. Nothing happens these days, he thought and smiled grimly, but it was for the better. He stood there, eyes on the screen not knowing that boredom would bring death. At the same time in Russia, a place near the borders of America, a boy named Drevin stared at his watch. It’s April fool’s and he had not played any trick on anybody yet. He wished that it would be his biggest joke. Something that was worth his time. The biggest joke he had done was only putting eggs in the staff room and making sure all the teachers stepped on it. He smiled at the thought of it but instantly changing to a frown. Any day that April fool’s could fall on, it fell on a Saturday! However he shall make full use on it. He gathered his materials and wrote April fool’s on it. He shot the ball (which contained confetti) over the borders to America. That was the biggest mistake. The worst joke that befallen mankind. General Tsoak saw something beeping on the radar screen. Something big enough to register on the radar screen. A meteorite? No, it could not be. Must be Russia, they sent nuclear missiles. A dumb man, who did not even check if it was a missile. He pressed the button and terror begun. 24 missiles were sent. Not all were nuclear. 12 were Atomic. Now, Russia did not detect those missiles. A bit later they would, certainly, but by then, it would be too late. Back at Russia, the Russian police had captured poor Drevin. They thought he was polluting the sea. Who knew that he was doing more than that? They jabbed a M9 at his back and threatened to fire a 0.39mm bullet if he did not confess what he was doing. They would, anyway, even if he did confess. He did something unforgiveable. And that was the end of Drevin. He should be glad; he would not need to suffer. The missiles fell back to earth, hitting the different parts of Russia. Chaos broke out. The missiles were heard long before it hit earth. Russia fought for calmness. The missiles hit earth and the people within a few hundred miles were wiped off the face of earth. Blasted to pieces. Body torn apart. Those who were facing the missiles had they eyeballs melted or had their eardrums bursting. Mushrooms clouds were seen from Egypt and panic risen. Radioactive particles were scattered and wind brought them back to America. Those unlucky people who were doing exercises or even walking turned green and died a moment later, not knowing what cause them to had difficulties breathing. Those in restaurants eating their burgers saw their burgers turn green. They died. Those in their apartments, having their windows opened, eating breakfast, saw their food turning green. They died. The rich, banging the doors of their bomb shelter while earth rained down on them. They died. The Queen and king, in their quarters counting money, saw the scenery turn to a shade of green. They died. The General stared at the radar screen. Thousands of unidentified objects were on it. He heard people screaming. He heard people crying. He saw death. He threw his head back and laughed. Too much deaths had cause him this. He turned crazy and took out his Ruger Blackhawk .357 and pointed at his head. He fired and he was now one of them… … Paul Drevin. General Tsoak. The cause of all this. A nasty prank on a typical April fool’s day. “A Prank on April 1st had been reported to be seen at the borders of America,” the reporter reported grimly.
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Posted on: Wednesday, September 1, 2010 Posted at: 2:14 AM
They were at Rendal house. Alliot loved his books, or rather, the books he owned. There was this particular book he saw at his house that he took an instant liking to it the moment he saw it.
“Mister Rendal, may I take a look at that book? The one that has nothing written on the spine.”
Mister Rendal, as what Alliot had called, turned and glanced at that book. That book was empty at the inside. Yet, he kept it because of its delicate patterns. He wanted to refuse but decided against it. What harm could it do? Rendal touched the book, swept dust from the top of the spine to the bottom, and then took it out, examining it for a second longer before handing it to Alliot.
Alliot touched the delicate patterns. No wonder Mister Rendal kept it. It was old, torn at the edges, the cover was turning yellow. Yet, it was giving out an unspeakable aura. He thought he saw it glow when Mister Rendal touched it. Funny. He shook his head and told himself that it could not have happened, no book could glow. At the very least, glow when someone touched it. He smiled to Mister Rendal, uttering a single thank you. He walked over to the black beanbag. He wondered what that book would contain. He opened the book and the only thing he remembered were the lights turning out and a gust of wind.
“MISTER RENDAL! BIG BROTHER! SABRINA! WHERE ARE YOU?”
Alliot was in a foreign place. There were cherry blossoms and rain falling. He did not know where this place was. He looked at the book. There were words. Funny, when he opened it, he saw only empty pages. There was a man running towards him. Alliot lowered himself to a fighting stance. He was a Tae Kwando black belt. He wanted to throw the book aside but it seemed that it was stuck to his hand. Never mind that already, the enemy was the man in front. He lashed out but his legs caught air. No, but that man should have been caught by his leg. How? A strong wind blew at his hands and the pages of the book flipped.
There was a different scene in front of him. The man that had once been trying to attack him was now hugging a small young boy. The boy looked like Mister Rendal. The man carried the boy up and placed him on his shoulders, “Rendal, be good now. Papa’s going to protect the country so don’t cry anymore, alright?” Alliot stared at the book. The book was showing him Mister Rendal’s past. No, he was an outsider; he was not supposed to interfere at his past. He tugged at the book, wanting to release it but to no avail. It simply did not want to let go. Hugging onto huge refusal, Alliot watched on.
The young Rendal climbed down from his father’s shoulders and said, “Okay, but promise me. Be back by my birthday. And I’ll spar with you, again.” A faint smile played on his father’s lips. He tapped his son’s shoulder and promised, “Okay, then I’ll be off now.” Rendal lifted his left hand and waved at his father. This action may seem little but to Alliot it was a huge thing. He noticed that there was no scar on that Rendal’s left palm. Could he not be the Mister Rendal he had known? No, it could not be. It is him. His voice, his face even the way he stood was Mister Rendal. Alliot flipped the pages and found himself watching the young Rendal slashing bamboos. It seemed that this was a one way mirror. He could see them. However, they could not.
The pages flipped and the scene changed. He could now see a young Rendal running into his bamboo house, carrying onto what seemed like a Koi. Alliot followed. There were guards everywhere in the house and of course, maids. The house was rather grand and Alliot thought that Rendal’s father was not a simple man. There was a young lady lying on a bed, perhaps not that young as Rendal ran over and called her mother. She was a beautiful woman. Her hair caressed her cheeks, and was tied back into a ponytail but some of her hair was let down. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green just like Mister Rendal’s. She looked pale.
“Mother! I bought you fish. Please eat it.”
His mother shook her head, and said, in a barely more than a whisper, “Bring me up, Rendal. I shall bring Ryendo to your father.” Rendal’s eyes contained fear and yet, he brought his mother up to a kneeling position and went over to open the door. Right at that moment, a servant ran in and opened his mouth. The young lady waved her hand impatiently but weakly. Her fingers curled in and slowly became a fist and she thumped it against her chest. It was a sign that Alliot knew all too well. Mister Rendal used it. It meant to bring whatever that is in store for her. Rendal’s father hurried in. He knelt down and reached a hand out. The young lady looked at her sadly as if asking him if it was really required. She raised her hand and immediately a servant brought a sword to her. It was one of the best swords available. A meito. A phrase to call a named sword. It was patterned to resemble a dragon at the handle. It was a terrifying sword. Rendal stood at the corner of the room, slowly disappearing into the shadows. He was scared and he had the right to be. That sword, Ryendo, meant trouble. His father was soaked in blood. His ninja outfit was torn at places and blood could be seen gushing out. At the same time when he was kneeling, there were doctors tending to his injuries, trying to contain them as far as possible before he left. There were gashes at his face and a stroke of clean cut ran down from his left eyebrows to his mouth. It was bleeding. Every second, the man winced but not screaming or even uttering a single word of pain. This was his courage.
The young lady splashed a handful of water on him and began to chant, “O, holy water! Let this man of hopes be ridden on the mountain of hopes. Let this man with dreams fulfill his dreams with glory. Let this man only to go down when fighting. Ryendo give me your promise to protect this man from all harm. May all our hopes and dreams be carried on his shoulders and be back soon. O, holy water, hear my chant and hear my hopes, receive my offering and be on your road!” The young lady used a small dagger and cut her wrist. Fresh blood gushed out with enthusiasm. She swiped her finger against her wound and winced and wiped her blood on her lips. She kissed her man on his lips and let go almost immediately. Her man stood up, almost throwing off the doctors who were on him. He bowed and reached out to take the sword. Rendal stared at his father; his face showing little emotion. But it was clear that he was scared, his eyes were showing fear. Despite all odds, he bowed and reached out his hand. His fingers turned into a shape of a claw and clawed upwards to his heart before clenching his fist and his fist lashed out, punching into thin air. It meant good luck or to destroy everything in your path. His father mimicked him, doing the same action which meant I received your charm, thank you. It was then that Alliot knew what was happening. There was an attack near the borders of the town. The monsters are getting stronger and only the Ryendo could destroy it. And that things were not looking too good.
After the man in blood had left, the young lady went into frenzy. She quickly walked over to the altar, despite her illness she knelt down and started praying. She knew that things would get messy. Rendal look at his mother with sadness in his eyes. He wanted to help yet there was nothing he could do. Without prior warning, a sword with a bat at its handle shot out of the altar, stabbing the priest in the heart. It was instant death. The priest fell back, eyes wide open, mouth agape. Rendal was in shock. He screamed and ran over to his fallen mother. Alliot turned away; it was painful to even watch. He knew, however, that the death of the priest meant the death of Rendal’s father too.
Monsters appeared for the priest’s barrier was broken. The first to peer into the altar was the strongest. Its mouth still contained his previous food. A hand with a dragon-handled sword. Rendal saw it. He practically went mad. First, he ran over to that monster and grabbed the sword. He heard horses coming. But he did not care. Next, he lashed out using all the skills he had learned. He destroyed everything in his path. He killed the monster. He saw carriages. He did not care who they are, he just wanted them dead.He ran over and slashed. Blood spurted but the men protecting the carriages avoided those attacks easily. They dodged but never attacked. Suddenly, Rendal stopped and Alliot knew why. A young priest had shot something at his left hand. Rendal was too shock to move. The young priest went over to him. He was crying. Tears rolled down as if there were no ending. The priest sat down beside him. She simply said, “The stars are beautiful.” Rendal looked at her with those wide eyes before falling into the arms of pain. And he lay still on the priest lap. The priest raised a single hand and touched his head. A single tear dripped. “The boy had gone through a lot. Prepare him a bed in the palace. Bury his parents at the royal cemetery. And clear this place up.”
A week later, at the royal palace, Rendal woke up and saw the priest. He sat up and asked, “Who are you?”
The priest turned around and answered, “I am the princess of this country, Japan. I hope you are making yourself feel at home. Here, your sword. And to your question,” a faint smile played on her pale lips, “I am Tomoyo.”
Back at Rendal’s house, Sabrina saw the unmoving statue of Alliot, sitting at a corner. Sabrina called out, “Alliot?” There was uncertainty in her voice. She walked over and saw Alliot tearing. She screamed and collapsed to the ground, still staring at him. Alliot’s brother came running over and saw the scene. He pulled the book away but it did not budge. Mister Rendal came over and was shocked too. “What the…?” He pulled the book away and it did. Alliot fell and Mister Rendal went forward to grab him by his arm. Alliot looked up and said in barely more than a whisper, “Mister Rendal… … I’m sorry…” before fainting.
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The last ray of hope – extingushed.
Posted on: Monday, July 12, 2010 Posted at: 3:44 AM
Title: The last ray of hope – extingushed.
“How was it? Was it fun? Studying, was it fun?”
“No, it’s boring in fact.”
“Why? I was I could at least go out and study…”
Looking the atmosphere, Otoyashi Yunako quickly fished out the package and gave it to his sister. “Here!” His sister looked at it and smiled, “Thank you!”
Otoyashi’s heart warmed up and he smiled at his sister too. It was the only thing that could sustain him to live in this pitiful world, her smiles and her ‘thank-yous’.
Everyday, he would always do part-time jobs then goes to school. When going home, he would past by the comic shop and just pick any comic magazine for his sister. Maybe it was the same magazine, maybe it was different everytime and she could not keep out with the stories but his sister would take it all the same and say a thank you. His sister had a very serious illness that kept her on the bed for these past two years.
“Do you want to go out during Christmas?”
“REALLY? But would the doctor allow?”
“I would ask him. But even if he doesn’t allow, I would sneak in and bring you out.”
“Promise?” His sister held her pinky up.
“Promise.” Otoyashi hooked his pinky with hers.
With this promise, he had more part-time jobs. He worked and worked and went home only to sleep. Soon, Christmas reached. The only bad thing was that his sister’s illness was deteriorating. Of course the doctor refused to let her out. Otoyashi crept into the her room after visiting hours and brought her out. He carried her on his back.
“WOW! I didn’t know that the main street would be so beautiful! If not for you, I would not see this beautiful sight!”
“Tha-Thank you… Big brother.”
“Don’t mention it! Now after this, we shall go to the café right at the end. I heard that they had the nicest cakes! Don’t worry about the money, I saved quite a sum for this too! So after that, we shall buy presents…” And so, he walked and talked all the way, alone…
The most important thing in his life was gone now. Without her smiles and her thank yous…
He was walking on the street after he had finished his part-time job. He saw a young girl saying thank you to a doctor and he decided to do what he needs to do.
He studied frantically and finally, he gotten a pass to the university. He was on the train holding onto the pass. The entrance exam… Suddenly, the train came into a abrupt stop. He lost his pass. And everything was blacked-out.
Day One.
He woke up and found people everywhere injured. He reached to helped them, after all he was a student of the medical science. He had missed the entrance exam.
Day Two.
He found 6 bottles of mineral water and 3 packets of packed rice. Enough to support for all the people that had survived for only three days. He found a good friend called Tashigi.
Day Three.
A man tried to steal all the water and wanted to get away. He was stopped, however some water was spilled. Survivors were yelling for his punishment but Otoyashi said, “That water spilled would be my share.” “And I would be sharing my share with you,”assured Tashigi.
Day Four.
Otoyashi found a torchlight and went to find if there was a way out. Both sides of the tunnel was blocked. They had to wait for help. Water and food were scarce.
Day Five.
Day Six.
Day Seven.
All the survivors were dying. Few had already died and Otoyashi could do nothing to help. He was so tired. He was injured. Yet, he did not treat himself. He used the the bandages on the other survivors. He took out a small piece of paper: Donation of organs. He filled in his name as the donor and circled every organ. “Every-everyone, at least, do something. Even if you were to die… At least…”whispered Tashigi. All the survivors filled in and circled everything. This was their love for the world. Hope was running low. Otoyashi’s hand dropped to the ground, his eyes still opened.
“HEY! ANYONE IN THERE?” Help had come. At last.
“Otoyashi? Hey Otoyashi? Otoyashi. Help has come. Otoyashi?” Tagashi called out.
“Doctor?” the survivors all whispered.
“OTOYASHI!”
-Jolies(:
Posted on: Saturday, July 10, 2010 Posted at: 3:30 AM
Tan Liu Shi, Jolies (1E1)
He walked on the bloody fields outside of the city. He squatted down and touched the ground. Blood. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he swept it away angrily. He stood up suddenly and stared at the faraway smoke. Fire… And he ran towards the woods.
The princess sat on the wet ground, wearing her robes. She studied the air and sensed rain a few hours later. She asked for her first men to set up the shelter. She knew her troops could not fight another losing match again. She looked up. She raised her rapier instinctively, “Who dares to step into my territory? State your name!”
“It is I, Knight Fye D. Fluoride,”the man bowed a little; “I would like to ask for you to retreat back to your country, Princess.”
“What is the point then, to even come and attack your kingdom, brave knight? Perhaps, revealing your face to mine… may allow me to consider what you had just proposed.”
The knight thought for a few seconds and wanted to reveal his face but decided against it. He simply nodded and disappeared into the mist. The princess watched as the knight disappeared.She let down her hair and took off the helmet. Her first men came back and saw her taking off her helmet. “My highness! They may start a fight, please do not…” The princess held up her hand and simply said, “They will not,” and she walked into her own tent.
At the next dawn, Arabasta had set up its protective barrier against its enemy. Knight Fye mounted his horse and looked at the forest, clouded with mist. He tried to shake off the feeling that he had since he had seen the princess but he could not. “Sir, I shall scout the area near the forest,” and the man rode into the forest.
The brave knight stepped onto the rock and took a deep breath. “Dear knight, missing me?” Knight Fye took a deep breath and uttered, “Will you let me see your face? Princess Lisettote.”
Princess Lisettote stared at the lake beyond, “so near yet so far. The world is like this lake,” she threw a pebble into the lake and there was a ripple. “A small conflict may cause a bigger conflict to happen. The whole world may have things happening beneath its surface to cause the whole world to suffer. And yet, there are things in the world that makes people want to live on,” she looked Knight Fye into the eyes, “love.” Princess Lisettote took off her helmet which revealed her long hair and silver eyes. Knight Fye removed his helmet and the Princess saw how his long blue hair was tied back into a ponytail that reached his waist. The Princess saw how charming his fiery red eyes were. Their lips moved closer and the Princess could feel the Knight’s every breath…
The conch horn sounded and the Knight rode back to Arabasta. The Princess eyes stung and she whispered, “Beloved, I wish that we would not cross blades for I am your enemy now.” Princess called to her men, “Men! Prepare for battle. All out!” She mounted her horse and rode into Arabasta.
Every moment lasts forever…
“Princess Lisettote Rin Wolfric Rulphur, do you want to surrender?” The Princess threw her head back and laughed coldly. “Surrender? Arabasta is rightfully Riviera’s!” She turned and waved her hand, “Men! Attack!”
The plain was turned into a battlefield. Blood spilled. Spears broken, arrows shot. Screams after screams. Missiles after missiles. After 3 hours of fighting, Riviera’s knights were down to one - the princess. The princess held onto her rapiers. Knight Fye was commanded to kill her. He loved her and cannot bear to kill her. Still, he charged towards her.
The princess tightened her grip on her rapiers. She charged towards the Knight. Their weapons clashed. The princess dodged right and made an attempt to slash the man’s throat. The knight bent low, low enough to avoid the rapier and made a sky uppercut.
“My beloved…” the man pleaded. He did not wish to kill his sweetheart.
“No, listen to me. I’m so sorry. If time could be reversed. If only we met a bit earlier. I’ve made my choice. Please remember me. I’m sorry…” Tears rolled down her helmet. She took her hands and stabbed herself.
“I love you, Fye.”
It was a blood red dawn. The man grabbed the woman. Why? He could hear the army cheering for him. His blaze of glory. He “killed” the enemy’s princess. He destroyed the enemy. The knight was not happy at all for his beloved had died for him to earn his blaze of glory. If only, if only…
“I love you too, Lisettote. Forever.”
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Posted on: Saturday, July 3, 2010 Posted at: 6:24 AM
Christine Tan Yan Ting
Category B (Blaze of Glory)
"Everybody, please gather!" Coach called to the swim team. "I have something to announce." Everyone started whispering and making small talk as Coach kept the suspense a little longer.
"As you all know, the upcoming competition is very prestigious so I will only send the best two of the team to participate. And I have made my choice." The news loomed over everybody as we discussed excitedly who the best two would be. "They would be," he paused, "Jessica and Christine!" Sharp gasps could be heard all around as the news hit me. Me, chosen to participate in the most important swimming event of the year? It seemed impossible. Almost everyone expected it to be Jessica and Mavis, the two who had taken part in countless competitions. My friends eyed me with a suspicious expression which I could read perfectly well. They thought I have been licking the Coach's boots.
In order to clear my name, I requested, "Coach, would you mind if I gave the chance to another more ideal swimmer?" Coach seemed to be able to read my thoughts and smiled knowingly.
"I have chosen and my decision is final."
“But…" I was cut off as he gave me a nod that meant no more discussion.
I broke the news to my Father, which he embraced with a grin. My father had always expected me to be the best and only the best in all swimming competitions as he was a former national champion.
"Your chance is here, so grab it and use it well," he instructed. I nodded with a heavy heart, wondering if I will ever make him proud.
Every day after school I trained hard with the help of Coach and my friends who would give me moral support. Coach gave me many pointers to overcome the pool currents to become faster and my Father would give me tips on how to stay calm and focused throughout the race. Finally the day of the competition came and I hoped my efforts would pay off…
I was dressed and all ready in my swimming gear as I looked at the spectators watching us. Among them I spotted my Father, an anxious expression plastered on his face. I swallowed the lump in my throat and got ready to compete against talented swimmers, a thought which sent shivers down my spine.
Beep! The gun was triggered. As I dived swiftly into the pool, I had only one thing in my mind: to win. I managed my breathing patterns as Father had taught me. I moved my body in the manner Coach advised. Soon a hundred meters were completed and I turned around to start on my last hundred. So far so good. I was among the first few reaching for the ending line. I could see the spectators cheering and screaming for us to reach faster. I imagined my Father praising me for getting first for the first time and that pushed me to swim even faster.
Suddenly I saw Jessica in the next lane going down. She was grabbing a foot. If I helped her, I would lose the race but if I continue, I may win the race. I was at a loss for what to do. At that critical moment I made a quick decision.
I swam over to help Jessica who was drowning because of her legs cramps. I moved her along to the finishing line, keeping her head above water. Finally we arrived at the pool’s end and I saw that we had come in the last two. However, the spectators started to clap their hands and I was soon surrounded by applause and compliments for saving Jessica. Even Father joined in, not minding that I have lost. For once I knew what glory is. Not the glory of winning, but the glory of doing the right thing.
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Those times where we loved each other and treasured our friendship
Posted on: Thursday, April 29, 2010 Posted at: 2:04 AM
Topic: Love
Title: Those times where we loved each other and treasured our friendship
The boy walked on the almost empty street. He dragged his bare feet bounded by chains and headed towards that big building he called “school” with his ragged clothes.
Teito was an orphan. He remembered the time when he was about five and some people came to get him from the orphanage, to somewhere call a “school”. It was not a fun and loving place. It was somewhere where no love and friendship could be found. Students fight and kill in order to survive and serve the army. To kill or to be killed. Only the strongest survive. These teachings were taught to Teito when he first entered. He hated those battles where he had to kill in order to live on. His hands were drenched in blood. He felt dirty, ever so dirty.
“MAMA!”
Teito looked. A little girl hugged an older lady and that lady said, “Dear, come on in to eat dinner. Mmmm, do you smell the fragrance? Mother cooked fish eyes!”
Mother? What or who was a mother. Why does he not have one? He looked up and saw the clock tower indicating that it would be twelve o’clock soon. He had to get to “school” quick.
He rushed into the classroom. He had theory defence that day. His teacher walked into the room followed by a young boy. Another victim, he thought. “Today we have another new student called Mikage.” Mikage smiled. Teito felt sudden warmth in his heart. Mikage sat beside Teito and looked at him.
“What’s your name?”
“Teito. Teito Klein.”
Mikage reached out his hand and Teito stared at it. “Friends,” Mikage said. Teito Continued staring at it. “That’s what I hate about this place! There’s no love!”
“Love?”
Mikage guffawed. Everybody stared at him and he immediately blushed and uttered an ‘opps sorry’. He decided to take down notes on defence instead. Teito asked again, “What’s love?” “The love I’m talking about is those that are in friendships. Friends sacrificing themselves to save each other. Friends that protect each other.”
“Can I have some of that too? It sounds kind of warm.”
Mikage grinned and said, “No problem. Now we’re friends and I will protect you.” Teito did not know what he meant but he simply uttered, “Me too.”
From then on, they have never been separated. Never has anyone seen them not together except for those times where they have fights scheduled at the same timings. They had been lucky. Lucky enough to not be scheduled to fight against each other. But, no good would last.
When Mikage’s name was called out that day, Teito sensed something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen. “Teito Klein.” No way, Teito thought. No way. No way. His heart was beating really fast. Dead fast.
“Today’s fight has been scheduled for you and Mikage to fight against each other. Please prepare for the battle.” Mikage looked at Teito and Teito looked back. They had to fight against each other. “No worries,” Mikage smiled. Teito returned the smile with another that did not reach his eyes.
The time has come for the fight. Students gathered and teachers whispered. The match was so intense. “Now, the time has come for the two best friends to fight. I wonder if LOVE could get them anywhere. AND… THE FIGHT STARTS NOW!”
None of the duo moved a muscle. Mikage started walking over to Teito’s side. He screamed, “Love is boundless. And I treasure this friendship, Teito. This love that was inside this friendship intertwined with our lives. That’s why our love would never cease to exist.” A bitter tear rolled down his cheeks and he began rushing over to Teito, sword in his arms.
Teito panicked. Mikage was his very best friend. To kill or to be killed. Mikage rushed over to Teito and grabbed his arm and jabbed it into his own body. Fresh blood flowed out. Teito was in a state of shock. Mikage whispered into Teito’s ear, “I love you, Teito.”
Teito’s eyes stung but he did not care. His best of friends had just sacrificed himself in order for him to survive on. Tears welled up in his eyes and fresh drops of tears dripped onto Mikage’s face. Teito hugged his friend’s corpse tightly. He uttered into Mikage’s ears, “I will live on, for you. To love this country and to protect this country.” He bit his lips and said bitterly. A tear rolled down his cheeks.
