Post by NiNeLiVeS on Feb 28, 2011 10:41:29 GMT -5
Probably not quite what you were looking for Pengy.
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xii. The Eight Stages of Doomed Romance
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i. Stability
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"Isa, dude... I think I'm in love!"
The blue-haired teenager rubs the bridge of his nose as he accepts the topsicle. "This is ice cream you moron."
Lea waggles his brows. "So what? I read about a dude who married his cat. I can marry my lil' baby. I'll nickname it Solty."
"You should nickname it Slu-"
"Dude, keep it family-friendly." Lea says, popping the neon-blue mixture of ice and artificial ingredients into his mouth.
"...you're a moron." Isa deadpans as he opens his own.
"And don't you forget it!"
Isa can't help but laugh. "I won't."
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ii. Immobilization
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"So, so - is it true?"
Isa stares down at Rikku who smiles guilelessly at him. He shrugs off his rain jacket, shoving it into his locker.
“No comment,” he mutters, looking for his algebra textbook.
“Hey – don’t be such a meanie!” The young blonde says, latching onto his arm. He stares at it in consternation before going back to the issue of his missing textbook. “We Al Bhed have got to stick together, y’know?”
“You blab,” he tells his cousin – twice removed – sternly.
“So it’s true,” she laughs, delighted. “Red actually confessed to Mr. Zexy?”
Zexion. What a stupid name. It’s not even the pipsqueak’s real one. Damned if he knows what it actually is, though.
“No comment,” he repeats before slamming his locker.
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iii. Denial
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"...Lea, the whole school is talking about it.” Isa says, disgruntled. “Rikku-"
"Rikku thinks knows everything," The redhead dismisses with a careless shrug of his shoulders. “No one listens to her.”
His pinched expression and bloodshot eyes don’t require a divination to read.
Isa sighs. “I know your mum wouldn’t...” At the redhead’s expression he backtracks. “If there’s anything-”
“Nah, don’t worry about me.” Lea says, smiling cheerily. “I’m fine.” He fires off a two-finger salute.
“Got it memorized?”
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iv. Anger
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Lea doesn’t lose his cool. Ever.
So Isa nearly dismisses the roughhousing as another schoolyard brawl when he hears an unmistakable “Remember this. Remember this. Remember THIS” accompanied to the discordant sound of broken bone.
They’re splayed about him, like broken marionettes, a little ring of testosterone-fueled jackasses moaning and groaning in their own tears and blood.
“Hey – hey! Lea – stop- STOP, DAMNIT.”
He’s always been bigger and stronger than everyone else his age. It’s unusual, given his frame and lack of obvious muscle.
For once though, he’s not sure if he can hold Lea back.
“Isa, let go.” Lea whispers.
Everyone thinks that Lea burns as hot and red as his hair.
They’re wrong. Lea burns cold. As cold as ice.
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v. Bargain
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“Mister… Isa. How can I help you?”
Isa is done playing games. “Give him an answer,” he tells the diminutive professor, resisting the urge to throttle the man.
Zexion graces the taller youth with a careless shrug. “I already have.”
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vi. Depression
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He calls.
Lea doesn’t pick up.
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vii. Testing
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In the end he walks over to Lea’s house.
He catches the tail-end of a fight.
“-how can you do this to us? Your own parents. We raise you for fifteen years and how do you repay us?”
Something is thrown against a wall and shatters.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Son? Shut up. Sit down.”
“I am done with you assholes! Forgetting me until it’s convenient that you remember. Oh, we have an idiot son-”
“Think, very carefully about your next few words -”
Isa sees it coming.
“…usually, I want people to remember me. But you guys? Forget it. Sayonara.”
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viii. Acceptance
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“Hey.”
Lea looks up, blurry-eyed and confused. “Isa… man, is that Sea Salt? Awesome!”
Isa sits down next to his best friend. “You alright?”
“Never been better.”
“Really.”
“Psh, you know me. I’m terrific. I’m-” the redhead chokes on his topsicle. Splutters. For a moment it looks like he’ll hold together – but then a shudder wracks his frame and he begins furiously wiping his eyes. “Stupid, stupid- I mean, it’s what I was expecting, y’know? And I was prepared for it but then-”
“Yeah,” Isa says simply.
“Whatdya mean by ‘yeah?’” Lea says affronted. “Here I am, spilling out my deepest, darkest fears and you, my best friend, goes ‘yeah’.”
“Yeah,” Isa says again.
Lea looks at him for a moment before barking out an incredulous laugh. And then it travels upwards from his belly, great hooting bellows that sounds a bit like laughter and a lot like bawling.
“You’re a moron, you know that?” Lea says finally.
“…don’t you forget it,” Isa replies evenly.
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xii. The Eight Stages of Doomed Romance
.
.
.
.
i. Stability
.
"Isa, dude... I think I'm in love!"
The blue-haired teenager rubs the bridge of his nose as he accepts the topsicle. "This is ice cream you moron."
Lea waggles his brows. "So what? I read about a dude who married his cat. I can marry my lil' baby. I'll nickname it Solty."
"You should nickname it Slu-"
"Dude, keep it family-friendly." Lea says, popping the neon-blue mixture of ice and artificial ingredients into his mouth.
"...you're a moron." Isa deadpans as he opens his own.
"And don't you forget it!"
Isa can't help but laugh. "I won't."
.
.
.
.
ii. Immobilization
.
"So, so - is it true?"
Isa stares down at Rikku who smiles guilelessly at him. He shrugs off his rain jacket, shoving it into his locker.
“No comment,” he mutters, looking for his algebra textbook.
“Hey – don’t be such a meanie!” The young blonde says, latching onto his arm. He stares at it in consternation before going back to the issue of his missing textbook. “We Al Bhed have got to stick together, y’know?”
“You blab,” he tells his cousin – twice removed – sternly.
“So it’s true,” she laughs, delighted. “Red actually confessed to Mr. Zexy?”
Zexion. What a stupid name. It’s not even the pipsqueak’s real one. Damned if he knows what it actually is, though.
“No comment,” he repeats before slamming his locker.
.
.
.
.
iii. Denial
.
"...Lea, the whole school is talking about it.” Isa says, disgruntled. “Rikku-"
"Rikku thinks knows everything," The redhead dismisses with a careless shrug of his shoulders. “No one listens to her.”
His pinched expression and bloodshot eyes don’t require a divination to read.
Isa sighs. “I know your mum wouldn’t...” At the redhead’s expression he backtracks. “If there’s anything-”
“Nah, don’t worry about me.” Lea says, smiling cheerily. “I’m fine.” He fires off a two-finger salute.
“Got it memorized?”
.
.
.
.
iv. Anger
.
Lea doesn’t lose his cool. Ever.
So Isa nearly dismisses the roughhousing as another schoolyard brawl when he hears an unmistakable “Remember this. Remember this. Remember THIS” accompanied to the discordant sound of broken bone.
They’re splayed about him, like broken marionettes, a little ring of testosterone-fueled jackasses moaning and groaning in their own tears and blood.
“Hey – hey! Lea – stop- STOP, DAMNIT.”
He’s always been bigger and stronger than everyone else his age. It’s unusual, given his frame and lack of obvious muscle.
For once though, he’s not sure if he can hold Lea back.
“Isa, let go.” Lea whispers.
Everyone thinks that Lea burns as hot and red as his hair.
They’re wrong. Lea burns cold. As cold as ice.
.
.
.
.
v. Bargain
.
“Mister… Isa. How can I help you?”
Isa is done playing games. “Give him an answer,” he tells the diminutive professor, resisting the urge to throttle the man.
Zexion graces the taller youth with a careless shrug. “I already have.”
.
.
.
.
vi. Depression
.
He calls.
Lea doesn’t pick up.
.
.
.
.
vii. Testing
.
In the end he walks over to Lea’s house.
He catches the tail-end of a fight.
“-how can you do this to us? Your own parents. We raise you for fifteen years and how do you repay us?”
Something is thrown against a wall and shatters.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Son? Shut up. Sit down.”
“I am done with you assholes! Forgetting me until it’s convenient that you remember. Oh, we have an idiot son-”
“Think, very carefully about your next few words -”
Isa sees it coming.
“…usually, I want people to remember me. But you guys? Forget it. Sayonara.”
.
.
.
.
viii. Acceptance
.
“Hey.”
Lea looks up, blurry-eyed and confused. “Isa… man, is that Sea Salt? Awesome!”
Isa sits down next to his best friend. “You alright?”
“Never been better.”
“Really.”
“Psh, you know me. I’m terrific. I’m-” the redhead chokes on his topsicle. Splutters. For a moment it looks like he’ll hold together – but then a shudder wracks his frame and he begins furiously wiping his eyes. “Stupid, stupid- I mean, it’s what I was expecting, y’know? And I was prepared for it but then-”
“Yeah,” Isa says simply.
“Whatdya mean by ‘yeah?’” Lea says affronted. “Here I am, spilling out my deepest, darkest fears and you, my best friend, goes ‘yeah’.”
“Yeah,” Isa says again.
Lea looks at him for a moment before barking out an incredulous laugh. And then it travels upwards from his belly, great hooting bellows that sounds a bit like laughter and a lot like bawling.
“You’re a moron, you know that?” Lea says finally.
“…don’t you forget it,” Isa replies evenly.