Overobsessy's Journal

Haruko was devistated, her body trembling and her eyes closed against the awful nightmare she had just experienced. She tried to hold herself back from crying, clutching to Valius as her support, no longer ashamed of her nakedness or fear.

It had been her sister, the girl she had been raised with, the one she always went to with all of her troubles and cares, knowing she would always steer her right. That monster had been her, possessed by something to make her undeniably wicked, forcing her to do all those terrible things, making her break the quiet innocence the two girls had had.

"Haruko..." Valius's voice was barely above a whisper, attempting to hold back his own all-consuming sadness. "This is all my fault...I should have found some way to stop her..."

"Shut up..." Haruko buried her face further into his exposed chest, curled around him. "Just shut up..."

He wrapped his arms around her, tighter, trying to hold back the wave of apologies beggin to spill forth. He knew full well that there was nothing he could have done, any alternative would have ended in unspeakable pain. The only thing he could have done was kill Kirika, but then...

Haruko began to sob, remembering her torment. If he had killed Haruko's precious older sister, she would enver forgive him. It was that simple. Despite everything she had put her through, Haruko still loved her sister and wanted nothing more than for her to come back to herself.

"I don't know what you want me to do, Haruko...Kirika...Kirika is no longer herself..." He tried to see her face, to gauge her reaction, but her face was covered by her bangs, tears slipping down her cheeks. "She needs...to die..."

"NO!" Haruko pulled away then, turning from him, screaming. "I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE'S DONE! SHE'S STILL MY BIG SISTER!"

"Haruko..." Valius tried to keep his voice even, tried to sound like the voice of reason. "She...raped you..."

The girl's fingernails began to dig into the soft dirt of the clearing, trying to hold her resolve against the odds. "It wasn't her fault...it wasn't her fault...Nataku...he did this to her, didn't he...?"

"...yes."

"Then consider him to be the one who did it, not her...don't blame Kirika for that..." Her voice shook terribly, reliving her only friend's gruesome betrayal. "She didn't do that..."

You sat down on your bed as you suddenly felt faint, holding your head as a strange and terrible feeling overcame you, sending you back in time . . . back in life . . . to a time when you had just escaped from Samuke for some time to think, be alone, and had been attacked by a band of thieves. A time when you had seen her again . . .

FLASHBACK

“Sora?”

The fox looked over her shoulder, hair auburn and claws extended, knowing that voice better than anything else. “Kasaki . . .? You . . . came down from the mountain?”

“I heard a rumor . . .” She began to take a few steps forward. “A rumor that you killed . . . the reikai tantei . . .”

“It was just a stupid rumor.” Sora looked away from her sister, red eyes shimmering.

“You did . . . didn’t you?”

Sora bit her lip as her fists clenched, not wanting Kasaki to know the truth.

A gentle hand found its way to her shoulder as her best friend leaned over to look her in the eye. “Was it for me?”

“They were going to take advantage of your weakness . . . I couldn’t stand it . . .”

“Sora . . .”

“Don’t tell me I shouldn’t’ve bothered!” Her whole body tensed, eyes shut tight at the thought of Kasaki being the one forced to do the deed. “I won’t let anyone from reikai lay a finger on you!”

“What are you going to do then? Where will you hide?” Kasaki continued with her gentle demeanor, eyes full of concern. “Will you come with me?”

“No . . .” The kitsune gently let her powers slip away from her, changing back into her usual form. “That would put you in even more danger . . .”

“Where will you go then?”

Sora looked over at the face of her only living relative, showing sadness in her eyes that had never been there before. “I’m going to go . . . to makai . . .”

So I'm basically just living life right now . . . so . . . boring . . .

And I've also lost my jist for writing. Stories anyway. I've started writing poetry believe it or not. Go to my DA site if you wanna check 'em out, but yeah.

I'm lacking the sweet draft a inspiration! [/Dickinson]

So if you have anything to help, I'd greatly appreciate it. I need inspiration!

So friends and all being what they are, on Saturday I had myself a little field day at the mall.

I somehow managed to convince Mom not to be mad about my grades anymore, and I went over to Val's house for a little Harry Potter Excitement.

Well, it wasn't intentional, but when I walked in, I saw Kim and Jill watching some Harry Potter cartoon on the computer and I got curious when Harry and Ron started hitting Snape.

BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER! BOTHER!

Here, have a beautiful link.

Anyway, we got money ($10 for me and $20 for Val), and her dad dropped us off at the mall.

First thing first from there, break the bills. Where? At the candy store of course!

But Over was bad . . . she used $9.70 in the candy store. ^_^''' Leaving her with 45 cents with the 15 that Jill forced her to take.

Anyway, we quickly took over the DDR machine, and that was pretty much another nice chunk out of ness.

Then we got ice cream and drinks and . . . er . . . I forget what else, but we finished off the arcade spree with a nice game of Gauntlet which I kicked ass in. ^_^

Anyway, I finished Changes Part XI for Kaitsulinu and it'll be up ASAP.

Now I gotta go make stuffing . . . mmmm . . . stuffing . . .

Oh yeah, I also went to a symphony on Saturday, and now I gotta see if I can get the pic on here to show.

Nope. Well . . . I'll try again later.

Let's see . . . hmmm . . . school's boring me, though I really don't know why. I'm pretty sure I'm failing and/or doing badly in at least three classes, while retaining two 100s and a #2 rank in AP Calc. x.x I've just really stopped caring about school, about everything really. I'm in a major slump in my life and I think it might actually be worse than my 7th grade one. In 7th grade, I actually had a ~reason~ to feel terrible and hate my life. Now . . . Now I just randomly have moments in my life where I completely stop caring. I don't ~hate~ my life or anything, but I just have a sudden lose of my will to live. It scares me. But yeah, I'm obviously not in one of those moods right now, so I'm gonna blab for a bit in Japanese. D: momo o kikimasu! momo o kikimasu! O: -.- momo o kikimasen. no o tabemasu. D: iie! momo o kikimasu! O: -.- shire, baka. *slash cut kill* D: x.x O: ii! shire, anata no baka! H: ^^ ohayougozaimasu! O: kami! H: ?? ohayougozaimasu? O: baka! baka! baka! H: boku? O: hai! anata! H: ohayougozaimasu . . . O: -.- shire, baka. *slash cut kill* H: x.x O: ^^ hai! V: hitokiri!!! O: nani? V: .> ^^''''' keitorenchan! watashi no tomodachi! O: anata wa . . . *looks down* kore mimasuka. V: ^^''''' iie! iie! iie! O: shoshu. *slash cut kill* V: x.x O: jaa . . . atashi wa . . . hitokiri . . . eien ni . . . ne? *sigh* L: keitorenchan wa aishiteru! O: aieeee!!! shire!!! *slash cut kill* L: x.x O: T.T And now with my new catch phrase, I shall sign off. AI TO MOMO, BABY!!!