Saturday, December 25, 2010

Take Me Home ~Revival~

Christmas. Why am I dejected? Always the holiday seasons seem to instill some sort of sickening realizations. Why is life such a bitch? A damn pretty bitch that likes to play games. Cruel games. I hate how life forces me to hurt people. How it gives me so many people and so many "chances at love" that I never asked for. I never asked for romance to begin with. If it happens, it happens... but if they're not 'the one for me', then obviously it's not going anywhere. At the same time, there are people who wish so badly for someone to be with, and they get no one. It's a sick joke. I'm effin' being played, and I'm sick of being the bad guy. Sick of hurting others; sick of hurting myself.

What causes people to fall in love? I was just being myself. I learned from the past not to flirt for fun. I never do that anymore. All the cases that have affected me, I never gave ANY hint that I was interested except interest in hanging out for fun. I guess guys (and girls) just see that as open invitation. And I can tell that the moment they start to see me in a different way, everything changes. But that's life. I'm just tired of awkwardness, lost friendships, & being hated for my feelings that I have no control over. (God, I'm a weak person. Why can't I be strong and leave when I should? It's because I don't know if it's really working or if it's meant to be and that indecisiveness is eating away at the decaying relationship.)

On a completely different note, clubbing last night was so fun. Being slightly drunk is the best, and coupled with the strong dance floor beats it was total heaven. Plus, I really appreciated who I was with...

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Right Now ~Revival~

Sometimes, I just wanna say: Can't you see you need to change? Can't you see you're rotting?

It's not up to me to tell you how to live your life but, you should at least try... Yet you're still trapped in the little fishbowl, unaccustomed to any other way but your own. I wish I could help you. I put my hands against the glass, but you don't let anything reach you. Alone, you're untouchable. It is others who taint your heart...
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket-- safe, dark, motionless, airless-- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” ~C.S. Lewis
How sad that quote has always made me... After all, who wants to be alone. Yet people choose that path for themselves. Like me, I hope they regret nothing they choose to do. There's no going back. The path burns away at your heels.

What is the reason for their return? In a nest where hornets dwell, why would the lone moth flutter by to visit? In that nest, that ever-changing cocoon of swelling and changing feelings, could it be that what was once treasured is welcome no more? The next chapter will surely unravel more of this tragedy.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Smile Like You Mean It ~Echoes~

Greetings, wherever you are at the moment! I am lame beyond belief and have been humming “Let it Snow” pretty much all day. I need to stop that, right? Right! XD But I only started to do that cause, well, it started to snow. At least Christmas tunes make sense now and I wasn’t bastardizing classics during the summer (was there ever a warmer or more wonderful season? ;w;) I was blinded by flurries of snowflakes as I wandered, I tell ya! Everyone is panicking in typical British style; no, we won’t freeze. C’mon guys, remember what Maya had to endure and think twice before complaining!! I want to go tobogganing. AND I WILL. O lol lol. Although the last time I went I got bruises all over cause of crashing into those potato sacks or whatever. It’s fun on your way down but coming to a stop hurts. Oh, sweet, sweet pain…there are plenty of winter activities that will make you kiss your money goodbye. Things like a spa in the mountains. Sleigh rides. Restaurants with a cozy fireplace ambience. Everything entices me so easily. Damn tourist traps!

I am so delighted right now; you have no idea…or perhaps you do. Hehe. Why is the Epik4 amazing? Because we said so. Everyone else can just deal with it. I mean, we share an elaborate world with our friends! We haven’t succumbed to the grayness of reality. People who just work and sit around herping & derping (xD!!!) have no idea what they’re missing out on! I for one quite enjoy keeping my imagination alive. However, this is only possible with the support of my dear Karelos! I don’t wanna be too sappy cause I know that’s unappealing but I just adore her~ *long pause* …and those other guys. D; LOL I’m kidding, it’s a family of well-loved individuals except Noctis wait what, I never said that okay! He does look different though. Not that I would know because I’m not all up in his face on a regular basis.

…not that anyone else is. MOVING ALONG. Besides I’m sure he’s a busy man now, wrapping up production on his game. Or not. It’s impossible that it’s not done yet! I mean, if Cloud were in charge, everything would have met the deadline long ago. But Noctis doesn’t wanna follow rules so things stretch on forever. Someone needs to tell him to get a move on. Although he’s probably delaying release because he’s aghast at the thought of being seen with Stella. XD

“Her face takes up the whole screen. No one will even see me. Pity.”

Possibly he’s a diva in that dark, dark heart of his. I mean, he does have tons of crystals everywhere… o gawd I hope he doesn’t resent my comment, ahaha. It’s harmless okay. Don’t use one of your countless weapons on me, please!

“Why don’t you ask Karelos about my special weapon?”


Here, I have something for you! It’s a family portrait of sorts. And it’s rather…scary. I mean, just look at the outfits! There are plenty of things I could’ve done with this colour scheme but no, I went with this stuff. LOLOLOL. Noctis and Joshua chose to opt out because they knew what would happen to them at my hands. xDD Roxas really got the short end of the stick. Hope he’s not traumatized for life!! Cloud knows he’ll never live it down, either...!


Monday, November 29, 2010

Side By Side ~Echoes~

Good afternoon and the start to what promises to be a very eventful week! Bring it on! :0

Okay, so at first I didn’t know what you were referring to but when I watched the clips…OH MAN I REMEMBER THAT SHOW! What a blast from the past. Can you guess who I liked best? ..okay I’ll spare you the theatrics. Yup, that’s right: Nefer-Tina! Catgirls forever, yo. XD It’s so fun when you re-discover old gems! I watched a lot of television back in the day (after-school cartoons anyone?) so there must be lots of old tv tidbits lurking around in my mind I mean, everyone knows Pokemon, Digimon, etc. But there were lots of others… I asked someone if they knew what Medabots was and they had no idea! That’s more recent than Mummies Alive, even. There was this show called Monster Ranchers (what’s with all the “M” titles?!) as well but I was NOT a fan. That eyeball character with the bandana was so annoying! I didn’t like the male lead either. Otherwise I liked various shows to a lesser or greater extent. This is true for a lot of people but I was a total Sailor Moon addict. I clearly remember watching it when I was six. Plus I had the dolls and even the moon scepter or whatever it’s called. I used to fight my brothers with it, lolll. The American dub screwed a lot of stuff up apparently but I still enjoyed it. I was totally one of the kids who thought that rice balls were donuts (as portrayed in SM and Pokemon). Yeah, pretty dumb, but I know better now!! Thank god.

To my amazement Pokemon is still hooking kids even now! There were two little girls trading pokemon cards in Costa and one of them said “This is Pikachu! It’s my favourite! :D” So cute. Is it odd that I wanted Pokemon cards too at that very moment? I had a great collection back in the day… my pride and joys were my shiny gyrados and wigglytuff. I had them both in those plastic sleeves so they wouldn’t get damaged. Where has all that enthusiasm gone? All work and no play dulls the spirit. I know I have to be responsible adult but yeah. Can’t you explore all aspects of yourself, whatever your age? Sure you can. Believe it! /shot

Also I read your story (draft??) and it totally surprised me. I mean, I know Karelos and Cloud have problems, but it looks like they’re teetering on the edge of their relationship. For real this time. D: And even Noctis isn’t enough of a distraction? Guess he no longer has a purpose then... I don’t even know! Everything’s falling apart. The attraction is still there though so that’s something, even if it’s physical. Perhaps Karelos needs to breathe for a while and then see whether she and Cloud fit together after all. They do say familiarity breeds contempt. Not sure how true that is but it seems accurate in this case. So, if Cloud goes back to Germany, Karelos would miss him. Or if she doesn’t that’s an answer right there. I’m sure Tifa would be more than happy to take him back. o_o Lol poor Cloud if that’s the case… whatever happened to J anyway? Is there still something between him and Karelos, or are they just friends who get along swimmingly? I know they were together at one point but I’m not sure that relationship had any substance beyond a summer fling with a prince…

If only I had read yours before I wrote mine… now mine doesn’t work so well. Lololol. As you’ll notice, it involves a somewhat happy CK. See it as a contrast of the good times and bad times? Hopefully things between them patch up. Or if not, perhaps Karelos can get over him with Kratalie. Hehe… here’s to more stories from us! (:

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Afterlife ~Revival~

"My other car is a chariot!" -- Hot Ra bumper sticker XD
I've been watching an old cartoon from my past: Mummies Alive! Call me stupid but I DON'T CARE, that show was so cool. X3 I HAVE THE BIGGEST FAN-CRUSH on Ja-Kal! Is that scary? Because not only is he a cartoon but he is a re-animated mummy sworn to protect a reincarnated pharaoh boy? XD LOLOLOL!

It aired from 1997-1998, 42 episodes for season one. What I like about it is the character designs, how the episodes are written (witty and with plenty of Egyptian-related puns!) and overall, everything is lighthearted and when things get serious I'm always rooting for the mummies! Ja-Kal, Rath, Armon(?) and Nefer-Tina are just overall nifty. XD I love how they recycle the transformation, just like in Pokemon, Digimon & Sailor Moon back in the day! OH, CHILDHOOD in the 90's! S-weet~~!

I missed watching it, I wish a collection for home television was available but alas! There is only the internet to satiate my need! XD TO WATCH~~!!

I also had a strange dream last night that I had a camera time-machine capable of bringing me back to the place and time of videos it had recorded. For example, in my dream I had a video 88minutes long, shot back in high school (not real high school, but an alternate reality high school of sorts). The camera would be able to take me back to that time, but only for 88minutes. So I dreamed I was taken back to the past where old friends were and instead of choosing me for some sort of gaming event, the teacher chose my friend instead. And in the dream I went up to her and said "Would you believe that I'm from the future and instead of choosing me in this scenario like before, the teacher has chosen you?" She said something like "No, that's bad, that isn't how it's supposed to be..."

I was running out of time and I wrote this letter basically saying I dearly loved her and to show me the letter in the future (2010) but not to let past Karen see 'coz that would mess up something in the fabric of time or whatever. The background setting was in the school grounds, a forest of some kind. I woke up in disarray as my time ran out, realizing it was only a dream and there would never be any letter.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Cameo ~Echoes~

Maya held her hands over cyndaquil’s back and he happily obliged with fresh flames. Soon the chill melted from her stiff bones. Whatever did those poor souls with water pokemon do? Her crouching position was awkward but she didn‘t want to sit on the damp ground. She glanced at her boots; they were in surprisingly good shape after the hike. Mt. Silver not having many visitors contributed to its pristine environment. Maya resumed using a wall as support. Already, the warmth had begun to leach from her hands. Many trainers had some sort of fetish with fingerless gloves. Even if those were in fashion (it seemed like they were a staple of wardrobes everywhere), Maya would be satisfied with a normal pair.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Don't Cry, Baby ~Echoes~

Maya wrapped her scarf more snugly around her neck. Outside the sun had been shining but the cave cut off all warmth. There was just enough light to see by, so using flash wasn’t necessary, but she allowed cyndaquil to wander a little ways ahead of them: the flames on his back acted as a torch. She could have sworn they passed icicles as they took the winding path to the summit. This was the perfect place for graveller, zubat and other such pokemon to thrive: rock and cold blooded pokemon suited the mountain just fine. There was something about Mt. Silver that scared her a little. She found herself walking as close to Blue as she could without having him see it as an invitation. They were friends and that was all. No amount of flirting in the world would change that.

Although, if she had to categorize men into types just like pokemon, he was probably closest to her ideal. Maya welcomed confidence; it was a refreshing change from people who shied away from everything. Not that she thought about such trivial matters more than fleetingly. After all, she had places to go and battles to win.

“Are you sure Red’s still up here?”

“Yeah. He always visits me whenever he comes down.” Blue hesitated. “Not that he’s left this angst zone for a while.”

Maya caught the uneasiness in his voice. “A while?”

“Well.” He bit his lip. “Over a month.”

“You’re joking.” Maya thought about Red just sitting around or battling challengers day in and day out in this frosty, dark hell. “There’s no way he could live here for that long.”

“He hardly has a snorlax’s appetite.”

“Blue.” She exhaled slowly. “He’s your friend. Can’t you just—”

He turned to her with a small smile on his lips. “Tell Red to move out of this place and go home to his mother? I’ve already tried doing that. And believe me, I paid for that faux pas. He refused to say anything for a long time afterwards. So we don’t talk about him leaving anymore.”

“Home to his mother?” Maya scoffed. “Well, I’m sure that disturbed him. He’s an adult now. You know that.”

“Where else could he live? He has no money.”

She stared at him. “Red can’t stay with you? If you’re too busy being a gym leader, he can move in with me, even though I’ve only met him a few times.”

“It’s not about that.”

“Wait. He’s the Champion. He should have plenty of poke dollars.”

“Why are you asking me all of this?” Blue shot her a pleading look. “I don’t know what goes on in that kid’s head any more than you do. If you wanna interrogate someone, try Red himself.”

“Why would he prefer speaking to me over you?”

“You‘re the one who wanted him to come down for a double battle,” Blue reminded her. “Me and Red…we’re not best friends or anything.”

“That’s news to me.” Maya adjusted her hat. “Let’s turn back then.”

“No!” He gestured to his backpack. “I brought some stuff for him. Who knows what he’s been surviving on. Last time I only brought berries cause I couldn’t get my sister to help me cook so I burnt everything…”

She patted his shoulder. “You’re such a softie, Blue.”

“That so?” He grinned. “I should mark this day down in my calendar: ‘Maya was nice to me. Is giratina warping reality? I‘ll report back with more info…’.”

“I retract my previous statement.”

Blue chuckled. “Don’t deny it. Our chemistry’s totally off the charts.”

“Thank Arceus!” Maya ignored his remark. “We‘re at the top.”

She hurried up the last stretch. Cyndaquil bounced into her arms, having been careful to withdraw his flames. She gave the two-toned pokemon a kiss on his velvety head. He chirped happily and nuzzled beneath her chin.

“Good job, boy.”

“You’re welcome.”

You didn’t do anything.”

“Sure I did.” He blinked innocently. “I kept you safe. You were clinging to me all the way up here. Ring any bells?”

“Don’t make me sic cyndaquil on you.” If Maya blushed he didn’t comment on it. Lucky for her that that happened more rarely than a ho-oh sighting. She pointed at the summit’s entrance. “What are you waiting for? Go say your hellos and ask him if he wants to come down with us.”

“What? I’m not leaving you alone.”

“It’s snowing. I’d rather stay in here.” Maya leaned against a wall. “I’m a big girl.”

He looked unconvinced.

“A big girl,” she paused dramatically, “with a tyranitar.”

“You have one of those?”

“He‘s only a larvitar now, but he‘ll evolve. Close enough, right?”

“Fine. Try not to get abducted by Team Rocket or anything. I’ll be back soon.”

“Just you?”

We’ll be back soon. Be careful, Maya.”

She couldn’t resist; he looked so adorable when he was concerned. Something about those wide green eyes and flushed cheeks was enchanting. Unable to resist, Maya stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. There, that was still something friends would do. Nothing romantic about it.

“I‘ll be waiting for you guys.”

“Did… did you just…?”

“Tell it to your diary.“ She smiled. “Go already.”


Blue squinted against the driving snow. He could barely make anything out. Everything was white. He glanced from left to right, hoping to see a sign that Red was here, but there was nothing but shards of ice and gray sky. His fingers already felt as if they were freezing over. Of course the weather had to be this extreme on days he came to visit.

“Damn it,” he muttered through chattering teeth.

He carefully made his way along the summit, trying his best not to blink in case he missed signs of Red’s whereabouts. Usually, Red was closer to the entrance than this. Where was he? Had he changed his plans and moved to a cave in Sinnoh or something? The kid made no sense at the best of times but Blue thought that they understood each other regardless. They were friends.

Friends didn’t leave each other like that. Or maybe Red didn’t need him anymore.

Come to think of it, he never showed much sign that he enjoyed Blue’s visits. Red always accepted his offerings with a stoic expression. It had always been this way. Blue was the one who showed his emotions; Red never seemed to have any. But if you made Red angry, you’d know about it. His angry silence was certainly different than his usual one.

Blue cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Where are you?”

The howling wind drowned out his voice. Defeated, Blue was about to make his way back to Maya--only she could make him feel better about this-- when he saw something move up ahead. He walked along the cliff wall, trying to keep hold of anything he could. That was a challenge, as it was so slippery, but he somehow he managed.

Red stood there, hands in his pockets, cap looking even more battered than last time. Blue wanted to beat the snot out of him but his friend looked rather frail so he set aside his violent urges. Blue took a deep breath and almost choked on the blast of cold air before he managed to speak.

“Hey, Red.”


This was an encouraging sign. Sometimes he never got anything in reply.

Blue placed his hands on Red‘s shoulders. “Listen, before you say anything else, I wanna let you know that Maya is here with me. She’s worried about you and these antics of yours. So come down now, okay?”

Red didn’t even look at him. He gazed somewhere into the distance.

“Are you listening to me? I’m serious.”

Red’s eyes drifted to his face. They looked like a doll’s eyes: blank. Blue found himself wanting to shake some sense into the kid. That wouldn’t do any good. Besides, he didn’t want to hurt him. Red was already hurting badly. Maybe a stranger wouldn’t notice anything more than the black-haired boy’s physical suffering, but Blue could tell that the problem went much deeper.

“This isn‘t funny.” His grip tightened. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Let go of me.”

“No can do. I know you. You‘re going to run away the second I do that.”


“Maya wants to have a double battle,” Blue heard himself saying. “You’ll be my partner, okay? Not that you have a choice. But we make a great team. You can‘t argue with that.”


“Yeah. That’s the only thing you care about anymore.”

Red brushed Blue off him. “Not true.”

“No?” Blue faltered at this unexpected comment. “Well, unless you want to continue standing around freezing our asses off, I suggest we leave now.”

Red nodded at Blue’s backpack. “For me?”

“I made poffins ‘cause I know you like them, even if you won‘t admit it. I’m the king of those things. But none for you unless you come.”

“How can I resist?”

“Don’t be such a sarcastic bastard.“ Blue’s lips were numb as he spoke. “C’mon, Red. I’m not gonna ask you again.”


Blue looked up at the sky and sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Arceus.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Dream World ~Revival~

In a quiet clearing near New Bark Town, the sharp commands of two young Trainers echoed through the field.


Cyndaquil inhaled and released an intense torrent of flame. The temperature rose rapidly as the defending Pokemon was ignited by a pillar of fire.

Maya raised an arm to shield her eyes from the glare. It was growing more uncomfortable by the minute. She loosened her scarf and threw it to the floor. She would have liked to unbutton her jacket, but there was no time for that in the middle of a battle.

The boy seemed mortified by the sight of his Rattata being charred into roadkill.

"Get up Mickey! Counter with a quick attack!"

The purple rodent with the terribly unoriginal name somehow stumbled to its feet and lunged towards Cyndaquil, baring its thick teeth.

Cyndaquil flipped down on its stomach, giving the rat nothing but a mouthful of the burning flames on its back, sending it recoiling in pain.

"We got this, Cyndaquil!" Maya could sense victory at hand. "Finish with a tackle!"

Cyndaquil broke into a run and slammed the Rattata squarely in the side. The two creatures skidded, a mess of paws and frantic scrambling.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Ambitions Like Ribbons ~Echoes~

Lololol your B/W rant was amazing. :’D I must say I agree with your assessment. Completely spot-on work there. I mean, the starters are varying types of monstrosities. Especially as they evolve. That fire-pig, man… I have no words to express that. But uh. At least the characters in B/W are appealing. Although White and her shorts with pockets showing is still kinda TAG to me…yeah. But Misty worked the short-shorts first so whatever! I somehow happened upon N’s backstory and is it ever tragic! Poor guy. I’ll be aww-ing all through the game, even if he’s supposed to be my evillll rival. Thank Arceus for female professors. Another old geezer type would be the last straw!

I’m going to be a weather reporter and inform you that it was hailing like mad outside. Now I know something about what Red has to endure in his solitude. Ouch. I actually haven’t beaten him in the game yet. I went off on a tangent a while back of trying to EV train and not succeeding too much. Besides, how can I beat his level 80 something pokemon? He’ll “…” his way to victory. Although being beaten by Red can be justified cause he is the champion after all!

Why do I dislike Blue? This is similar to how I feel towards Noctis, isn’t it… maybe it’s some subconscious thing of only wanting the original E4 and not outsiders intruding or something. But that’s way too weird. Seriously, haha. I’m fond of Kraut, Erik, Faust, etc so that argument doesn’t even work! I’m so wishy-washy, damn it. I can see how Blue’s lovable (!) but I’m just not feelin’ him. Maybe I need to see him written about by you so I can get another perspective or something. Oddly, I like the Blue/Maya pairing even if I’m ambivalent about Blue himself. Well, I enjoy seeing happy couples, so that plays a part. Even if they’re not exactly together or happy yet. Or are they? Hmm let’s see… they’re definitely on their way there, even if Maya is rather resistant. She is determined to improve herself as a trainer, after all, so making time for relationships might pose a challenge. That’s an excuse though, so there’s something else stopping her. Like Lance. Wait, what? I do have this impression that Red is immature compared to Blue. I mean, retreating to a mountain because you’ve lost all sense of yourself as a person doesn’t seem well-adjusted…

Man, do I prefer Red because I relate more to his immaturity (if that‘s what it is)? Or maybe I’m not reading him right and he’s just having some kind of breakdown or something. Mental illness is a complex issue. Don’t do anything too crazy to yourself, Red… it’s good he has friends like Blue, then. Heart of gold indeed! Perhaps I can warm up to Viridian’s gym leader in time…

Speaking of couples (since when?!), Kraut and Karelosina popped into my head when I was lying awake last night. Not the serious version, more like their comic selves, where they’re all lovey dovey. I imagine that they were like relationship guru celebrities in Germany and had a book called “Victory in Love and War!” that was massively successful during wartime. Karelosina is also a pop singer and her love songs are all about… wait for it… Kraut. Yesss. But Nazi Germany isn’t supposed to have that kinda music, so her songs are a front about praising the Fuhrer. However, when you go all metaphorical, they’re not. Hahaha cause that totally works somehow!!

I didn’t write any further… but I did get more intimate with paint!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Under The Same Moon ~Echoes~

Hey guess what? I think I died from how cute Maya is hnghhhh. ♥♥♥ ;w; AND I KNOW YOUR SECRET... that Blue in those cargo pants is your favourite! Ehehehe. I don't know if I even like Blue or not (just in general ok, not like that!!!) but I love how he's drawn by you~~ Why would you even stop drawing if your creations turn out like that? But creativity blocks are such a pain. Man, the devil's handiwork I tell ya. But things might flow smoothly now? Maybe... I'll keep trying. Because god knows I haven't been doing anything productive with my time. Only the E4 world can get me out of this slump I've been in. I'm not too interested in creating things about anything else. We so need a tv show or something. Srsly. But we've spoken of this before, have we not? And it shall be done... yesss~ Or we can just keep being our badass selves right here.


Red is so fierce. Woah. I think... he should always be drawn in a more serious style rather than a chibi one which'll like, bastardize him. xDDD Like in comics everyone else will be all cute and such but he'll be like BAM BADASS DUDE!! If you get my drift...hehe.

I like your style loads so don't stop. Can't stop! Let's keep this rollin' k? ;DD I need to be told more details because I'm just so bad at background info. So if anything comes to mind let me know please. Or write about it or something! Like Terra's mother, for instance... I need to see her since you have this vision of what she's like? Share with me! Don't hold back. I need your inspiration before I hit a wall and make everything stall/die/etc. .__.

I don't know if the pokemon a/u is supposed to be serious or whatnot... well I'm trying to make it both? But the art is totes lulzy. From my side anyway cause I can't draw in any other style besides chibi, damn it. D:

Anyway, for your reading pleasure (hopefully!), here is part two.


Terra held her phone away from her as it emitted strange crackling noises. She half-hoped that it wouldn’t die on her but it went ahead and did just that. The tour guide, an older woman in a white pantsuit, frowned at her. Terra knew that she should have turned her phone off on the ferry ride over. The group had been told about radio waves interfering with the wild pokemon around the islands.

Terra shoved the phone into her bag. “Sorry. I was just…calling my mom. She worries about me as if I were still a ten year old.”

The woman didn’t look as if she believed this. “All right, but that’s not the issue.”

“It isn’t?”

“You’re in trouble,” Ethan sang in her ear.

Terra would have done something unpleasant to him if there hadn’t been other people around. He had no concept of personal space. The kid had been glued to her the whole way here. However, she couldn’t blame him. He didn’t have the best socials skills in the world.

“You need to return your chikorita to its pokeball.” The woman glanced at the green creature, which was rolling a pebble around on the beach. “We‘re here to look around the caves and, if we‘re lucky, catch a glimpse of unusual pokemon. ”

Terra fiddled with the hem of her shorts. “I‘ll…do that.”

“Quickly, now. You’re holding the group up.”

She didn’t know what to do. Everyone stared at her, some not bothering to mask their irritation, others giving her sympathetic smiles. Terra reached for a pokeball, feeling her hands tremble slightly.

Chikorita whipped the leaf on her head back when she saw the red and white object. Before the pokemon could make a break for it, Terra captured her. The look on chikorita’s face promised destruction upon release from her prison.

Terra wondered if she could keep chikorita in there forever.

“Great.” The woman clapped her hands together once. “Everyone has their super repel at hand, I trust?”

“Yup!” Ethan held his up for all to see. “My marill found this when we were walking in National Park. Isn’t that so amazing? I wouldn’t have managed to find it by myself, but my marill is really good at picking up dropped items!”

“No one’s listening, Ethan,” Terra pointed out.

“Oh.“ He wasn’t fazed by this. “It‘s a true story, though.”

“For Arceus’s sake.” She pulled him towards the others. “We’re going to get left behind if you just stand there. Can’t you walk and talk at the same time?”

“Sure I can.” He scowled. “Stop being so pushy.”

The cave’s dampness made her shiver as she stepped inside its yawning mouth. There was a strange smell in the air, like salt water and lime. She tried not to think about what pokemon scuttled past her in the dim light.

They were at the very back of the group. Their guide’s voice bounced off the walls as she explaining the history of the Whirl Islands. Terra knew all of this already, so she decided that chatting with Ethan would have to do until something exciting happened.

She glanced at him suddenly. “What do you mean, pushy?”

“You’ve been dragging me around all day.”

“Then don’t be such a space cadet.”

“Well, you’re not as nice as you think you are. No wonder chikorita doesn’t like you.”

She flinched and dropped his arm; she had, in fact, been yanking him around like a growlithe on a chain. Ethan was right. No doubt she had been too controlling with chikorita as well.

“Terra?” Ethan peered at her. “I was just mad, I didn’t mean--”

“Don’t worry about it.”


“Everything’s fine.”

“My grandpa told me to believe the opposite when girls say that.”

“That’s good advice.” She couldn’t help but smile. “What you said wasn’t totally unjustified. I was just surprised, is all. I’m not a delicate sunflora who can’t take criticism. ”

“Cool.“ He beamed. “So now I can say that marill is the best and lugia is lame! Don‘t you think it‘s weird how legendaries are like, automatically considered awesome? What‘s up with that?”

She sighed. “Lugia is the best. No contest!”

And here she thought they had been getting somewhere. Oh well. Terra appreciated Ethan’s generosity in letting her come with him on the tour. She would thank him once he stopped talking long enough to let her get a word in. He had already exceeded his listening quotient for the day.

If only Maya were around…


Up on the peak of Mt. Silver, a boy stood looking out over the landscape. His breath escaped from his lips in clouds. Anyone else would have hightailed it out of there; it was freezing at that altitude. But the black-haired boy had been here for so long that he didn’t notice the chill anymore. Not that he was immune; the hailstones still cut him, the wind chapped his lips and tinted his skin blue. Occasionally, if he was outside for too long, snowflakes crystallized in his hair. His charizard helped with the cold.

Today, Red wanted to be alone.

Earlier in the morning a hiker challenged him to a battle. Red won without difficulty. The man had pleaded with him to say something, anything, but Red merely looked on in silence. That had been enough to send him away. But sometimes, these challengers didn’t want to leave. They had the idea that staying with him to train would be in their best interests.

Red didn’t want anyone here.

The only thing that mattered at Mt. Silver was staying alive. There was no room for anything besides that. He preferred it that way, crazy as it was, according to his old flame. She wanted him to remain in Cerulean with her. But he hadn’t. All those promises of devotion dwindled away with the changing seasons. Her visits up here had grown less frequent before she stopped coming altogether.

Perhaps it was selfish of him to expect people to try so hard.

But he never asked anyone to visit him.

The one person who showed up without fail was…

“Hey, Red!”

He opened his eyes.


Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Warning: May Have Side Effects ~Echoes~

Ahhh I'm glad that I've been given some details about the Pokemon a/u! Please feel free to expand upon this world as you see fit. I mean that was gonna be a one-shot or something (that was actually the first thing I've written in weeks!) but I want to write more now. But my favourite is when we take turns doing chapters. I'm trying not to let my creativity die too much. So like... I'm telling myself not to post on this wunderful blog unless I can actually contribute something; I need to cut down on my regular nonsensical stuff. I mean, a dose of spam is well and good, but most of my writing hasn't been that interesting. .__. Well, everyone knows that if they want to get to the meaty stuff they should read a K.S.Y post! That's the real deal right there. I'm super-interested in everything Karen writes, not gonna lie!

And what do I have to show for myself today? you may be wondering.

Are you ready?

...I don't even think I am, ahaha.

Terra and her chikorita don't quite see eye to eye. On anything. Even though Pokemon are supposed to be your loyal friends and such. o_o Oh, but Terra managed to convince chikorita not to make any more unnecessary cameos in the upcoming pictures!! We'll see how long that lasts...

So this is Maya! And she is cooler than you will ever be. ;] Figuratively and literally. She is in a blizzard (or so I tried but failed to show) after all! xD I think cosplaying her would be a super good idea. Do ittt!

LOLOLOL @ BLUE. This is the OTP of our Pokemon a/u right here. ;D

...nevermind, these two are the true OTP. OBVIOUSLY. I mean it's like fate k! ;o;

Hmmm yes why on earth would Maya be doing such a thing? I mean, dragons? Dragons have nothing to do with anything. NOTHING. And I have come to the conclusion that I can't draw Blue or other boys at all but I try anyway. xDD Lulzzz.

??????????????? ........................................ !!!!!!!!!!!






Friday, October 15, 2010

Number One ~Echoes~

A girl and a boy sat opposite each other on the sixth floor of the Goldenrod department store. Sunlight pooled in from the windows. Maya liked it up there. She was quite a fan of heights. Her cyndaquil dozed in her lap and twitched occasionally in his slumber. She stroked him absentmindedly, trying to make sense of the boy before her.

If Maya knew one thing, it was that Blue was probably the most arrogant trainer she had ever met. Fortunately, he had it going on in the looks department. He glanced up from his lemonade and winked. She never blushed—either all that training in Snowpoint had taken effect or she had a colder personality than she thought— so the action made no impact on her.

“You’re staring at me,” he said.

“I’m afraid your ego is mistaken.” She wrinkled her nose. “Could you stop with the slurping noises?”

He set the can down with exaggerated gentleness. “There.”

“Thank you.”

His green eyes swept over her. She wondered what he thought of her new fandango jacket before dismissing the thought. Boys didn’t know one pink from another. Well, Lance the Dragon Master certainly knew quite a bit when it came to the world of fashion. Not that she cared about the man with a penchant for capes. The simple fact was that his face was everywhere now because of the upcoming tournament. Anyone with eyes could see that he was the best-dressed man on television.

No, she didn’t care about Lance one way or another.

“Yo.” Blue waved a hand in front of her. “It’s not like you to space out.”

“I wasn’t.”

“No way.” He feigned shock. “You’re blushing! Thinking about Lance?”

“Blue?” She sipped her soda pop delicately. “Try harder.”

“You’re pretty good. I’m impressed.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. Good at what?”



“What colour are Lance’s eyes again?”

“Too easy!” She couldn’t help herself. “They’re brown.”

He smirked. “How interesting that you noticed.”

“I’m obviously superior in the finer details department.” She grabbed his lemonade and he only raised an eyebrow to show his protest. “Hey, want to do something after this?”

“Like what?” His fingers trailed along her forearm. “I’m up for anything.”

She finished off the rest of his drink. “Great.”

“I know that look.” He sighed. “We’re gonna be battling, aren’t we.”

“Yes. Not any ordinary battling, either. Terra and Red will be involved.”

Blue snorted. “We’ll crush ‘em. Those two are weak.”

“Well, who said I’d be on your team?”

“I’m impressed, babe. You’re brave to take me on.”

“I’ve beaten you before.”

“Only because I was distracted. I mean, your legs—”

She pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t be vulgar. Anyway, if you win I’m prepared to give you a nice reward. So try your best, honey!”

“You’re on.” He paused. “The question is, where the hell do we find them?”

“We just call them on our...” Maya furrowed her brow. “Oh.”

“Right. I dunno about Terra, but Red doesn’t get reception up on Mt. Silver. At least that’s what he tells me.” He rolled his eyes. “I think he just wants to be left alone to be all emo.”

“I think it’s impressive how Red’s so focussed.” Her eyes glinted. “Maybe you should follow his lead. I mean, he did beat y—”

Anyway, where’s your little girlfriend?”

Maya ignored his teasing. “She’s probably at home. Her chikorita has been acting up lately, which makes going out to train tough. Terra spoils that creature to no end. You need to show your pokemon who’s boss and that means keeping them inside their pokeball.”

Blue patted her cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re in denial.”

Cyndaquil hopped onto the table and stretched luxuriously in a puddle of sunlight.

They both observed him for a moment. Maya knew she was beaten.

“He’s getting tubby, ain’t he?”

“Shush.” Maya scooped up the fire pokemon. “He’s just a healthy eater. Besides, we need to stop talking and go find Red and Terra. We’ll only improve our skills by battling. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to beat L— the tournament.”

Blue looked as if he had a whole lot he had to say about that when Maya’s phone rang. She answered it, thanking Arceus that a distraction had come. Blue was generally a tolerant boy, but she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be as accepting towards this last little slip up.


“Terra here! You won’t believe where I am right now. It’s amazing!”

“Not at home, I assume?”

Terra couldn’t keep the glee from her voice. “I’m at The Whirl Islands! You know how they do this tour once a year? Well, Ethan managed to score tickets, so of course I had to go. Our group’s gathered outside one of the caves right now. Maybe lugia will show itself to me!”

“Maybe,” Maya agreed. “Wait, you’re with Ethan? That sounds painful.”

“We get along quite well, actually. He rants about his marill and I rant right back about lugia. It works out beautifully for both of us. I wish you were with me instead! But I bet you’re doing all sorts of hardcore training with your boyfriend.”

“Mm.” Maya bit her lip. “Listen, when you’re finished stalking lugia, could you call me? We’ll be partners for a double battle against Red and Blue.”

“What? My phone’s cutting off.”

“I said that you....”

A bunch of static filled Maya’s ear before she heard the dial tone. She flipped her phone shut and slid it back into her pocket. Maybe Red was telling the truth about his reception after all. Technology was amazing nowadays, but legendaries still had a way of interfering with manmade creations.

Maya glanced at Blue. He sketched on a napkin, unaware that she had finished her conversation. She couldn’t really tell—art wasn’t the boy’s strong suit— but his drawing seemed to be of Lance getting eaten by a herd of bidoof.

They definitely had a problem.

Monday, October 4, 2010


Maya sat in front of a glowing computer screen. Her Cyndaquil lay curled up in her lap, a ball of yellow and black. Her brow was furrowed as she tapped at the desktop impatiently, faced with a completely blank word document.

"What are you doing?"

Blue, who had snuck into the room quietly, suddenly spoke up. From right behind her chair. Maya jumped in surprise and Cyndaquil tumbled to the floor. Flames erupted from its back and lit up a pile of half-finished drawings littering the floor. Maya spent the next five minutes batting it out with a frilly cushion.

"I'm TRYING to write something epic for Terra," she finally said, throwing the pillow back onto her bed as if nothing happened. Various other items in her room had been charred by the starter she had received only days earlier, and while the first time was quite a shock, the tenth time, not so much. "It's her birthday soon, you know."

"I see!" Blue's nose crinkled at the burnt smell. "Why not catch her a Pokemon? I'm sure she'd love a new-- I don't know-- Bidoof or something. You girls seem to love silly creatures like that."

"I would, but I haven't quite perfected my catching skills," Maya said. "I threw a million Pokeballs at a Pidgey after chasing it around for an hour. In the end I just gave up." She pushed the rolly-chair away from the desk and spun around to pick up Cyndaquil. It promptly resumed napping on her lap. "And I hate Bidoof! They're so creepy."

"But not as creepy as Bibarel."

"I know right!" Maya started to grin, then stopped. "Wait a minute. Why are you being so friendly? Are you here to ask me a favour?"

"I don't ask for favours," Blue said matter-of-factly.

"Oh." She stroked Cyndaquil, rubbing at the spots on its back. "Are you here expecting me to give you a favour then?"

He spun her chair around and leaned over so that they faced each other. "Maybe!"

"Eww! Personal space, please!" Maya shoved Cyndaquil between them. He backed up about two inches.

"How about this. If you help me with one small task, I'll help you catch an amazing Pokemon for your friend Terra. Is it a deal?"

"Do I get to choose what it is?"


"Aww, but she really likes Lugia !"

Blue sighed. "Are all little girls so hard to deal with?"

"I'm not a little girl, okay. So don't call me that!" She crossed her arms sternly. "What do you need help with, anyway?"

"Well, I have a gym battle scheduled for tomorrow."

"Why? Aren't you supposed to be watching me or something?"

Maya knew her mother was out in some Hoenn region, visiting an old friend. She had refused to go, stating that all third-generation Pokemon were ugly pieces of crap and that she wanted nothing to do with them. Her mother was always going off to other lands to visit people. It was amazing how many friends she knew throughout the country. Maya guessed it was because her mother used to be quite the Trainer too, back in the days of Professor Oak and stuff

...Eww, Professor Oak...

Anyway, her mom wouldn't be back for a couple days. Why the Viridian Gym leader was chosen to babysit her was a mystery, but it was Sunday night, so maybe he was the only available candidate.

At least it wasn't Chuck again, Maya thought to herself. That had been the most boring time of her life, sitting in the gym while he sat under a waterfall for 72 hours straight. Well, at least his wife was kind enough to offer her Staryu-shaped cookies...

"-- hello? Are you even listening to me?" Blue rapped her on the head with his knuckles.

"Oww! You're so mean!" Maya rubbed at her skull. "What?"

He crossed his arms. "I said, you'll just have to come with me to Kanto."

"What the hell! Do you even know how far that is from here? In case you didn't know, I live in New Bark Town, the town all second-generation newbies start out in! And Kanto's like, the other side of the world or something."

"It's not my fault I'm popular, I get a lot of worthy challengers." Blue seemed to beam with pride. "I worked really hard to get where I am now. And it just so happens, a particular Trainer I've been itching to battle has agreed to meet with me tomorrow evening."

"But I don't waaant to go. Why can't you go yourself?" Maya started to whine. It always worked with her mom. Unluckily for her, Blue was something else.

"Don't be stupid. I can't leave you here alone, what are you? 12? You're gonna get assaulted by some Maniac or Hiker."

"Oh yeah. This is the Pokemon franchise, after all. I forgot I was an insanely young age." Maya stared at Cyndaquil. "How about it, should we follow Blue to Kanto?"

Cyndaquil nodded, wriggling around excitedly. Yeah!

Of course you'd want to, you're this level5 newb! Maya rolled her eyes, but a decision was a decision. She didn't want no Hikers harassing her. And besides, she still had nothing to present to Terra. Maybe she could catch some amazing Kanto Pokemon or something.

"Okay, fine. But you have to promise you'll help me catch something cool for Terra's birthday."

"Deal!" Blue grinned in satisfaction. "Meet you outside in five. Gotta find my jacket. I think I left it on the couch."

He flashed his V-sign and left. Maya watched him go. When she was sure he had gone downstairs, she glanced at the crumpled black mass shoved beneath her bed. Yes, that was Blue's leather jacket. Slightly charred sleeves and all. Sigh. She knew she shouldn't have let Cyndaquil participate in that couch-jumping contest with Ethan and his Marill. Now others would be the ones to smell him later.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Colour Vision ~Revival~

Here's a random picture of me and Cyndaquil! Yes! *_*
Because we totally have to parry the amazing Kratalie+Chiquita!
I wish Cyndaquil was in a better angle though! He fails at camming!
What can I say though... he's no expert!!!

I had one of the coolest dreams in my life last night! I will document it while it's still heavy on my mind.

Red and I were in this restaurant. It was a Japanese-themed place. I can't describe it well, but it was amazing. Nothing high-class, but a cozy little place with booths to sit and a bar with a television. We had noodles, chicken wings, etc. I can no longer remember it all but there was an intense spread of food! It was evening. We were babysitting Kotone, for some reason. Well, she is 3-4 years younger than Red, so I guess that's possible. As for myself, I guess I was Red's age. She sat across from Red and I. When it was time for dessert, I told her to order something. Instead of the $4-5 cakes, she ordered a $8.97 baked potato!! Or $9.97, I don't remember. What I do remember is complaining to Red, "That's almost ten dollars!" I was apprehensive about the bill you see. It was probably something high so in my dream I was contemplating whether or not I should split it with Red and pay using debit, etc.etc... I was quite peeved at Kotone for ordering something so random and expensive but it was okay since she could have it if she really wanted it. Her hat was black instead of white for some reason. Red's was black-ish too, for some reason their hats matched in that regard. I didn't wear a hat.

The ladies were these annoying-looking Asian ladies who looked like the ones I saw before at Duffin's Donuts... but that's an irrelevant and least important detail, ahah.

After dinner, (I think Red ended up treating...), we went to an amusement park oh my god LOL! I walked between Red and Kotone, she held my hand. We went on this spinny-ride kinda like Hell's Gate and the ferris wheel combined, but each seat only fit one or two people so the three of us split up into separate seats. Kotone's hat fell off and I was laughing with her when I suddenly slipped out of my seat and fell down, down to the ground. I think Kotone did too. I hit the ground and remember my left shoulder and arm being really sore and stuff. I lay there hurting and Kotone pulled herself up and screamed my name and scurried over. Red was rushing over with her hat and weakly I took it from him and placed it back on Kotone, who was kneeling beside me. I think it started to rain... (LOL my dream is dramatic. And makes no sense. I fell off a ride with minor injuries. LOL)

To my great surprise(!), Blue came out of the blue in his leather jacket and picked me up and slung me over his shoulder! (This scene was shot in 3-rd person view... like I saw him and saw myself slung over his shoulder while Red and Kotone watched.) He said, "I'll pick up this junk. Let's get out of here shall we" or something like that. I don't remember how the message was worded but basically I was insulted, and it was implied we were to move to a sheltered location. XD

And so we walked. Down the street and into a school gym... Where people were playing some sport (Idk in detail they could have been battling Pokemon for all I know). Blue suddenly got into this mood... where he was provoking Red. And I think Red, despite being as calm a person as he was... got angry. Blue said something like "maybe I should dump this trash where it belongs... in the dumpster!!" The trash being myself, after all. God Blue is mean BUT WAIT UNTIL WE REACH THE END. Okay so Red started saying "You wouldn't dare" or something along those lines I can't remember how to phrase dream-conversations in English. Blue started walking out the door and into a hallway where people could practice archery like in Japan. With the white targets and Japanese robes and such. And long white arrows for some reason. Anyway it was nighttime now, the hallway was outside with a white fence surrounding and we were on the 2nd floor, the archery field-stuff was below. Red suddenly pulled out a gun. He pointed it at Blue and said "I'll shoot you and make it look like an accident", implying that he would somehow set it to make it look like an archery accident or something. I was only half-conscious all this time but I was scared and I remember writhing out of Blue's hold and running out to Red and telling him to please stop. All the commotion drew some attention from within the gymnasium so Kotone had been stalling all this time. Red backed off and went out to help her explain that nothing was going on, I guess.

I was sitting on the floor and I looked up to see Blue looking back at me holding a mop and wearing a janitor's apron. To try and "blend in" I suppose, like 'Oh I am just the janitor of the school i didn't do anything and i belong here!!' Silly Blue. I told him that was stupid and he took it off and came down to sit beside me.

We were both sitting on the edge of this hallway-balcony. And he said something like... "I hate everyone. Even Red but he's the only one I can talk to, him and you. But you're a girl and that scares me... (not that girls scare him, but in the sense that he's scared (scared=worried) that he/we might develop feelings for each other. I felt a lot like Leaf. BUT I don't think he actually hates Red. just sayin'.)

Somehow that led to me scooting closer and kissing him on the left cheek. He kissed me back too on the right cheek, but it was a bit sloppy LOL. So I grabbed his face and whispered into his ear I could teach him how to be a better kisser... hehe, I was joking but he turned kinda pink I guess, LOL! It was cute. And then the dream skipped to me opening one of two boxes of vanilla cookies and eating them in my bed! There were pictures on the back of the box telling me they were microwavable, I could heat them up using the stovetop, aha! They were small rectangle-shaped cookies that tasted okay.

And that was my epic(?) Pokemon dream, without any actual Pokemon! I quite enjoyed it. And what's even better is that the past 6 days or so, I've been sleeping with Jacky in bed tucked under my arm, hugging him. He's so soft after his haircut/grooming. And he still smells wonderful. I'm so glad we can cuddle while sleeping with each other!!! That plus an amazing dream gives good reason for an enjoyable sleep!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Taking This One To The Grave ~Echoes~

The train rumbled down the track. The young woman stared at the newspaper in her lap but found it difficult to concentrate. She had no need to know of the Cuban Missile Crisis; in fact, she had just been to Cuba. The month long trip had not been very pleasant. She closed the newspaper and laid it next to the briefcase on the seat beside her. Snow swirled outside the window, glinting like crystals despite the overcast sky; the most common thing in Russia managed to catch her attention. Everyone else on the train had their noses buried in their newspapers, their faces a mask of seriousness.

For them it was just another workday. For her, today was a major event.

A boy dressed in black trousers and a crisp white shirt appeared. He had a cart full of hot beverages and small snacks in front of him. His gaze fell on the discarded news at her side. “Not interested in politics, miss?”

She didn’t appear to have heard him.

Snowflakes reflected in her hazel eyes, which had taken on a blank quality. He repeated his question, wondering if she was having some sort of a fit. If the girl was epileptic that would be a shame. He saw women of all kinds every day, beautiful women, but this one...

She was enchanting : wavy blonde hair, ruby red lips, and tiny diamond earrings. As he already come to know, such women were dangerous. She would never give him the time of day on the street. The only reason they were so close now was because his job had granted him that favour.

The coat she wore, a sort of blue colour, separated her from a sea of browns. He had never seen anything like it. Unable to resist, he touched her shoulder, marvelling at the plush quality of the fur.

She turned towards him. Without a word, she glanced at the spot where their bodies met. As if she had stuck him with a hot poker, he recoiled and thrust his hand into his pockets. He realized too late that his uniform didn’t have any and chuckled nervously.

“Did you need something, sir?”

He cleared his throat, preparing a reasonable explanation for touching her, but his words died somewhere inside him. His palms began to sweat as she waited for him to speak. When nothing came out after several seconds had passed, she nodded at the cart.

“I’d like a coffee, please.”

“Right!” He wanted to weep, he was so relieved. “Milk or sugar?”


He prepared her drink and handed it to her. She accepted it with a small smile. And with that, he knew he had been dismissed. Other people on board began to shift in their seats, impatient for their drinks to arrive. He walked away from her and resisted the urge to look back just once more. He never saw her again.


After hours of travel, the train shuddered to a halt. Everyone seemed to jump to their feet at the same time; they were that desperate to get off. Although this was the first class carriage, no one on board got fresh air. The blonde got up and adjusted her coat, wrapping it tightly around herself. After a pause, she picked up the briefcase.

She stepped off the train just as an icy wind blew by. Her cheeks smarted with the sudden cold, but otherwise she was comfortable enough. A group of people waiting to get their papers checked looked as if they wanted to shoot themselves. Nearly everyone in the country had felt that particular desire by the time they were ten. Welcome home, indeed.

A man in a drab uniform straightened as she approached the check-in desk.

“Passport?” He furrowed his brow as she reached into her pocket and handed it to him. “That’s not a safe place to keep your documents. Don’t all women find it necessary to have a bag?”

“My luggage was shipped home ahead of me.”

He grunted and flipped the passport open. She knew what he was reading: Karilla Marinavna Novikov. This reaction had gotten old long ago. When she was younger, she remembered asking security if they had a television set; anyone so impressed with something as boring as the family she belonged to had no life.

Cuba.” He spoke as if the word were made of lead. “That’s no place for a woman.”

“I suppose not.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Are you suspicious of a respectable woman, sir?” She held up the briefcase. “If you’d like, I could open it for you. But I’m afraid you won’t find much more than a few cartons of cigars.” He still appeared uncertain, so she switched tactics. “Do I match my picture?”

Attention diverted, his eyes flickered from the photo to her face. “Yes. Surprisingly.”


“As a rule, people tend to look worse in passport photos.” He handed the document back to her. “You’re pretty both in still life and reality. Guess that law’s been broken.”

“I’m a law-abiding citizen.” Her tone became grave. “Don’t arrest me.”

“Of course not, I was merely—”

She smiled. “Good day.”

The man wondered if he had been played for a fool but dismissed the thought.


Karilla quickened her pace when the building came into view. After being away from home, the concrete towers looked more inviting than imposing. The government allotted every citizen an apartment for free. That was one of the pluses of Communism. Conveniently, the wealthy managed to get better homes. Like the rest of Moscow’s upper crust, she knew that the dull exterior served a purpose: enemies of the state rarely searched such places, assuming no one of importance lived there.

She stood on the mat and slid her hand into her pocket. But no matter how deep she sunk her fingers she couldn’t find her key. Karilla realized her efforts were fruitless. Shifting from foot to foot, she knocked.

He’d enjoy this. After all the times she had made fun of him for being scatterbrained...

The door swung open and Karilla came face to face with a stranger.

The two women stared at each other. The redhead wore a fur coat that Karilla could tell at a glance was fake, as were the pearl earrings. Her mother’s luxury goods store had taught her about quality. But none of that mattered at the moment.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to be blunt. Who are you?”

The girl crossed her arms. “What’s it look like?”

“Hold the attitude.”

“Whatever. Ruslan didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend.”

“He has a lot of friends, female and otherwise.” Karilla walked over to the kitchen counter and opened a pack of cigarettes. “You shouldn’t be here. I’ll have to speak to him about his lack of manners.” She looked the girl from head to toe. “And taste.”

“Bitch.” The girl scowled. “Think you’re some princess?”

Karilla blew a stream of smoke into the air. “Leave.”

“Make me.”

“Relax, Stella.” The boy in the doorway grinned at the two girls. “Everything’s okay.”

“Ruslan!” Stella scuttled to his side. “She told me to get the hell out!”

"Did she?”

“Yes!” Stella buried her face in his shoulder. “She was just terrible, sugarpop!”

Karilla sat on the leather couch and set her briefcase on the floor with a thud. The couple turned to look at the source of the sound. She removed her boots with one hand, flexing her toes with relief. Her nail polish still looked decent. Coral pink never let her down.

Stella from sulked behind her man-shield. “She’s a bitch!”

Ruslan’s smile faded. “Stella?”

“Yes, lemondrop?”

“Get the hell out of my house.”

“You’ve been toying with my heart, haven’t you!” She clawed at him as he escorted her out the door. “You said that we would get married! For Christ’s sake, you said that you liked redheads! Liar!”

“Natural redheads. But to be honest, I go crazy for blondes.”

As the door closed she tried to stick her hand into the crack. “Call me?”

“I’m a busy guy.”

Stella kicked the door and promised to kill them when they least expected it. This threat didn’t have much effect; her voice was choked with tears. To her credit, they didn’t have to send for security. The sound of her retreating footsteps echoed down the hall.


Ruslan sighed. “I always find the crazy ones. Sorry.”

He sat down beside her. Karilla stared straight ahead, inhaling smoke as if it were air. She had expected him to behave while she was out of the country. Of course that had been too much to ask. The one person who could shake her confidence had done just that.

“You’re unbelievable.”


“Very funny.” She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray. “Just don’t bring them here.”


“I don’t want people you have relations with in my house.”

“Our house.” He brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Try to be reasonable.”

“You made us promise that we wouldn’t do things like this.”

“Right.” He took a breath. “Well, that’s because—”

“The thought of you bringing someone home at three in the morning makes me want to throw up. This place isn’t big enough for that.” She glanced at him. “In case you forgot, you’re my little brother.”

“I’m only seven minutes younger,” Ruslan said automatically.

“Home’s just me and you.”

The far-off look in his blue eyes unnerved her.

As if he sensed her worry, he enfolded her in his arms. She allowed this without fuss; he gave wonderful hugs. Ruslan would always be her baby brother and they would always be twins with an unbreakable bond. She loved him dearly and he felt the same.

They chatted about her trip. Karilla created a flawless story about finding investors for their mother’s business. She even had a witty anecdote about a run-in with the Cuban mafia. Ruslan laughed in all the right places. He didn’t know about the real nature of her work. That was one thing she couldn’t share with him. If he knew, he’d never let her out of his sight.

“And that’s when I met your little redheaded chum.”



“I think I’ll go out. You deserve a night to yourself.”

“Have you tired of my company already?”

“Not a chance! But you must be beat.”

“All the travel was exhausting,” she agreed.“Have fun.”

He kissed her cheek. “Night, sis.”

“You have your key, right?”


“No reason.”

“You don’t ask random questions.” He grinned. “Maybe I should borrow yours.”

Karilla couldn’t help but smile back. He knew her pretty well after all.

“Good night, brother.”


Karilla brushed the steam off the mirror and looked at her reflection. Her eyes were bright even though she hadn’t slept for two days. Even the smudged kohl gave a chic effect. Not that she had much interest in fashion. Her focus was elsewhere. She pinned her hair up—the steam from the bath caused it to frizz—and sunk into the antique tub.

The water, jade green thanks to a variety of oils, warmed her to the core. She nearly purred with satisfaction. Winter could do its worst; Russia had no problem making popsicles out of humans. She had passed her fair share of frozen corpses on the street. Technically, homeless people shouldn’t exist, but Communism was far from perfect.

Lulled by the water, she fell into a dreamlike state. Karilla allowed her mind to wander in the bath. Being focused on business all the time wasn’t good for a girl. With her guard down, she allowed him back into her thoughts. Did he know she had returned from Cuba? Of course not. She hadn’t told him. They had been giving one another the silent treatment just before she had been sent away.

She shivered. Chilly air seeped into the room,

Karilla glanced at the door. Funny. She thought she had shut it carefully. But this door wasn’t exactly known for being reliable; it didn’t even have a lock. There had been a few instances where her brother had gotten an eyeful but other than that...

“I didn’t know someone was home!”

She couldn’t make out the figure standing there, but this girl sounded different than the crazy Stella. A good sign. Karilla submerged herself beneath the water. She didn’t want to deal with this. Had Ruslan given a key to each and every one of his adoring posse and forgotten about it?

Lungs burning, Karilla surfaced for breath.

The door was closed. Maybe they had gotten the hint and left. But she heard someone walking around in the apartment. Karilla got out of the tub and grabbed her cashmere towel off the rack, using it as a makeshift dress. She didn’t bother to look decent.

She strode out of the bathroom, hair dripping.

A girl stood in the kitchen with her back to Karilla. Her light brown hair was swept up into a bun. She wore bright yellow gloves and held a bottle of dish soap. Karilla watched as she turned the tap on and began to load dishes into the sink.

“Excuse me—”

The stranger whirled around and dropped the bottle. It bounced off the ground, sliding over to Karilla’s feet. The girl murmured an apology and hurried over to get it. But Karilla had already knelt down. She held it out to the girl, who took it with averted eyes.

“You startled me. I’m usually more graceful.”

“I have no idea who you are.”

“I’m Kratasha. You must be Ruslan’s girlfriend.”


“He’s always talking about his beautiful blonde soul mate. You’re the only one I’ve seen who matches the description.” Kratasha seemed to be speaking to the floor. “I’m very fond of Ruslan. He’s been a delight to work for.”

“He hired you?”

“I come here three times a week to tidy up.”

“No wonder the place looks decent.” Karilla rubbed her temples. “I think he and I are going to have another chat. Honestly, he’s such a child. I’m gone for a month and he goes and hires a cleaner.”

“That long? I’m sure you missed each other very much.”

“He’s had other companionship, as you know.”

“Ruslan definitely loves you best. Don’t worry.”

“That’s troubling, to put it mildly.”

“Why? Aren’t you happy that—”

“Contrary to what he’s led you to believe, I’m actually his sister. Karilla.”

Kratasha finally looked her in the eyes. “You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest.”

“But the way he goes on about you—” She shook her head. “Perhaps it’s some other girl. Would you like me to come back tomorrow? I’ve obviously interrupted your bath. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right.”


“As of now, you’re no longer employed here.”

“You’re firing me?”

“I’m doing you a favour.”

Sweet girl, but they didn’t need a cleaner. How convenient of her brother to neglect mentioning this little detail. Show him any cute lady and she’d have a job. But it wasn’t Ruslan’s money at waste here. Neither of them needed to work, but Karilla was the one who chose to embark on a career instead of sucking their parents dry.

“I need the money.” She grabbed Karilla’s hand. “At least let Ruslan have some say.”

“He doesn’t get any until he proves that he’s reliable.”


“Take your things and go.”

Kratasha made no further protest; she walked back into the kitchen and turned the sink off. While Karilla waited for her to leave, she noticed something off about the area around the couch. She realized what was missing and felt a rush of excitement.

“Where’s my briefcase?”

A familiar click. “Don’t move.”

“Let’s be more personal.” Karilla turned to the gun and smiled. “Do your worst.”

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Sun Fever ~Echoes~

The sky is so blue that it hurts to look at it. So she closes her eyes instead. She sits on the dock, bare feet dangling down to shimmering sea. The girl seems out of place on the rotting wood. Dark hair tumbles around her shoulders in ringlets; she’s delicate, a princess. A pendant shines at her throat; she toys with it absentmindedly. The seagulls scream from somewhere far away.

The sea smells like salt, like memories. It’s strange how the scent is so strong. Normally, she doesn’t notice. The waves lap gently all around her. Do others know what water behaves like far away from the shore? She doubts it. How angry it can get, like a vengeful god! People have only experienced the surface of the sea. She, on the other hand...


She turns her head, heart pounding with fear. But it’s not one of them. A boy stands there. He stares straight ahead, as if purposefully trying not to look at her. His cheeks are pink, and the sun is not even that strong. The strange things human bodies do. How mysterious! Her skin is always pale.

The girl looks at him without saying a word, sizing him up.

His flush deepens. “You might want to...well...”

“Come join me.” She pats the rough wood beside her. “It’s a beautiful day.”

“That’s not a good idea.”


“I don’t know what you’re playing at. You should leave.”

“This dock belongs to you?”

“No. But you can’t stay here, not in your condition.”

“What condition would that be?”

“You know perfectly well.”

“I do not.” She smiles, unable to help herself. “You shouldn’t be so shy.”

He suddenly seats himself beside her with an awkward grace. The girl is a little taken aback. She thought that he was just another of those wicked men, pretending to be gentle. His soft voice revealed sweetness after all.

“You have wonderful hair,” she says to break the silence. “Golden.”

His response is automatic. “Thank you.”

“The colour is rare where I come from.”

“No blonds?”

“I’m unfamiliar with the term. That’s your word for gold?”

“Not really. They’re similar, I suppose.”

“Oh.” She hasn’t taken her eyes off him. “You’re quite kind.”

“I’ve given you no reason to think that.”

“No one else has spoken to me,” she says. “The others threw rocks.”

He startles. “Did they hurt you?”

“I hid in the sea.” The girl’s gaze turns wary. “Will you do that?”

“Of course not!”

She smiles. “I told you. You’re not like them.”

He takes a breath and blurts out, “Could you tell me why you’re not dressed?”

“I have no use for clothes. Besides, the sun feels nicer on bare flesh.”

“No clothes at all?”

The girl shakes her head.

“You must get in trouble often.”

“Only when I come here.” She purses her lips. “My friends always warn me not to.”

“I’d take their advice. You’re putting yourself in danger.”

“I’m not scared.” The girl takes his hand impulsively. “Ouch!”

“You’re freezing!”

They both yank their hands away, ice and fire.

“That’s strange.” He appears unnerved. “It’s like you’ve been in a freezer.”

She laughs, a melodic noise. “I’m strange? You burnt me.”

“What’s your name?”


And with that, she gives him a kiss, and he’s too startled to do anything. She pulls back and touches her mouth thoughtfully. It was just as warm as she had expected. Humans have the power of the sun inside of them! His cheeks darken again as they look at each other. She wants to try once more but her pendant blinks warningly. He looks at it, rainbows reflected in his irises.

She can’t believe she hasn’t noticed: his eyes are a blue she could gaze into forever. But Karelia doesn’t have forever. She jumps into the sea, perfectly elegant, and vanishes beneath the waves.

He scrambles to his feet and glances down, but there isn’t even a ripple.

Already his mind is trying to convince him it was all a dream.

Maybe it was...

But a figure pops up from a distance and waves, before vanishing with a flick of a colourful tail. He stares and stares, unable to believe what he saw. Perhaps he had gotten too much sun. That had to be it.

The chill on his lips convinces him otherwise.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Everything But You ~Echoes~

He was having that dream again. The one where he was a little boy lost in the woods. He rolled over and clutched at his pillow, knuckles white. His breathing grew shallow: in his dream, the creature in the forest—he couldn’t tell if it was a person or animal— drew closer and closer, stalking him. The thing made a noise low in its throat, a chuckle, maybe a snarl. His younger self just stood there, a basket of berries in hand.

Then the berries scattered onto the damp forest floor.

The scent of blood mingled with the fresh fragrance of the pine trees.

Cloud shot upright. He looked around the room as if to check for the creature. Sunlight streamed in through the window; traffic buzzed below, like the hum of mosquito. He gritted his teeth. He was no longer a child; he had no excuse to let nightmares get to him. This one had been plaguing him recently, but it would go away. They always did. Even so, it took a while for his heart to stop its frantic thudding.

The thing that scared him about the dream wasn’t the creature’s attack; it was the fact that his younger self had been smiling at it, unnaturally calm in the face of death. Cloud hated funerals, watching the news, anything where he saw people dying or dead. Maybe she was right: maybe he had been scarred after his experiences in Germany. For him to behave that way in this dream made no sense. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much, but it did.

He turned to the other side of the bed. Empty. If only she had been here. She was the one person he could confide in without feeling like a total idiot. He ran his hand along the bedspread, eyes softening. Already, the dream began to fade around the edges as reality blotted it out. No need to check the calendar: he knew what day it was.

He got to his feet and padded towards the kitchen, a smile on his face.


“I must have heard you wrong.” The black haired girl smiled at the guy at the customer service desk and he swallowed nervously, looking as if he wanted to make a break for it. “Did you just say that you can’t find my luggage?”

“Er, yeah.”

“That’s definitely what I needed after being next to a screaming baby all flight.”

“I’m sorry, miss. It’s probably been misplaced. We usually find them within thirty minutes.”

Sweat dripped from his earlobes as he babbled away. She tried not to fault the guy too much. It was stuffy in the airport, even with the air conditioning. And he wasn’t to blame for her missing suitcase. Even so, she really didn’t have the patience for this nonsense.

“Well, it’s hot pink,” she interrupted. “If that helps at all.”

“Oh, that’ll make it easier to spot, for sure.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll call you over the PA if—” at her sour look, he quickly amended, “when we find it. Absolutely no problem.”


“Did you have a nice time in Japan?”

“It’s a beautiful country.” She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I did the whole shopping extravaganza thing. But the natural attractions impressed me the most. The hot springs were heavenly.”

“I’ll have to visit. It’s funny, I’ve never been out of the city and I work at an airport!”

“Funny,” she agreed.

“You look so young,” he said suddenly. “You travelled alone?”

She stared at him. “I’m not sure that’s any of your business.”

“Of course not, my apologies.” He flushed a deep crimson. “It’s just, I could never travel by myself. So I have a sense of respect for people who take on the world like that. It’s like a real adventure.”

“I wasn’t alone,” she said curtly. “My friend just didn’t come back with me.”

He opened his mouth but she couldn’t handle talking to this man anymore. She mumbled something about waiting for the PA announcement and walked over to a room especially reserved for people who were waiting for their luggage. She leaned back in a plastic chair and stared up at the ceiling. Whoever thought that fluorescent lights were a good idea was horribly mistaken.

“This sucks,” a male voice muttered.

A softer voice chimed in: “There’s nothing we can do.”

She turned to see two young men take seats across from her. One of them was tall with raven hair. For some reason he was wearing sunglasses indoors. The other looked pissed off, his sandy blond hair sticking up in funny angles all over his head. He caught her looking at them and blinked.

“Shit. Is that Karelos?”

“Hey.” She couldn’t quite recall who they were. “It’!”

The boy with the sunglasses laughed: the sound was oddly pleasing.

“She doesn’t remember us.”

“Whatever.” His friend slouched down. “You said we have to ‘keep a low profile’ anyway.”

“True. Perhaps I won’t have to do anything unnecessary.”

They exchanged a glance and the blond dropped his eyes first.

Karelos wasn’t paying much attention to their conversation. She still couldn’t place them, even though they both looked familiar. Normally she was good with faces, but she couldn’t attach names to these guys, which weirded her out a little. They knew who she was.

Her gaze drifted to the blond.

“What’s with the turtleneck?” She gestured at her tank top. “I’m melting in this.”

“Sorry for my lack of fashion sense.”

“Don’t mind him,” the raven haired boy said smoothly. “He’s grouchy most of the time. And now that they lost our luggage, all of his restraint has flown out the window.”

“No one can stay calm after spending a whole day on a plane.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Australia, I see. No tans?”

They were both oddly pale, the dark boy more so than the blond. But for whatever reason, maybe the harsh lighting, the blond looked a lot worse for wear than his friend did. He had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“We were there for business, not pleasure,” Sunglasses Boy said.


He was perfectly nice, but something about him just seemed...wrong. Karelos felt vulnerable all of a sudden, alone in the waiting room with these two. She was probably just being paranoid. But the panic continued to thrum inside her, as if a switch had been flicked. She wanted that loser from customer service to call her over the PA, but it remained silent.

“My name’s Faust.” He nodded at the blond. “This is Erik.”

“Faust?” She mulled the names over. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

She could feel his gaze piercing her, even from behind the sunglasses.


She shook her head. “I’ve got to use the ladies.”

There was no way she was coming back here. She tried to be nonchalant as she got to her feet and walked towards the door. This was ridiculous, really. It wasn’t like she was in danger or anything.

A hand landed on her shoulder. She tried to shrug him off but he merely clamped down more tightly. Turning, she found herself looking into bright violet eyes. Erik remained seated, but his brow was wrinkled with confusion. He didn’t seem to have any idea what was going on either.

“Stay for a while,” Faust invited.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry if this isn’t to your liking.” He smile held no hint of remorse. “But I need you.”

“For what?”

She found it difficult to concentrate. There was something about his eyes that made her feel slightly numb. Her mind began to drift. Karelos struggled to stay alert, but the more she looked into his eyes, the more she felt as if she were in a dream. If only she could break her gaze. But that was impossible.

“Good,” he said softly. “Don’t resist. You’re with me now.”

Her stomach churned. The room began to tilt as if she were on the teacups at the fair.



“Hey,” Erik said sharply. “What are you doing?”

Faust closed his eyes, shielding those burning irises, and she slumped into his arms. Erik got his feet, but Faust had already crossed the room before he could take a single step. He held the girl, his old classmate, in his arms with utmost care.

“You heard me. I need her.”

Erik took a step back. “I thought you needed to keep a low profile.”

“You’re scared. But I want to finally show my true self to you.”


“Erik.” Violet eyes bored into him. “Aren’t you sweltering in that turtleneck?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Then why are wearing it?”He sighed. “Because I made you do it.” At Erik’s blank look he laughed a little. “There’s something on your neck that would give me away. And the thing is, not everyone can satisfy me.”

Erik licked his lips. “Are you saying you were using me as food?”

“If it helps,” he said, “I do like you as a person.”

Erik remembered how tired he had been these last few months, how drained. How he had been walking around in a fog. How the days all blurred into one another. All he knew was that he and Faust were travelling the world, and that had been fine with him, because he had nowhere else to go. Maybe he had known, somewhere deep down, what Faust was keeping him around for. But he had thought...he had thought...that they were friends.

“Are you all right, Erik?”

“No.” He smiled bitterly. “I guess my life ends here, huh.”


He nodded at Karelos. “Fresh meat. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Quite the contrary. She’s not my type.”

“Then let her go.”

“Everyone has someone they report to, Erik,” he said patiently, as if he were talking to a tiny child. “My boss, if you like, requested this particular girl. I’m going to drop her off and then we can continue on our way.”

“Who says I’m coming?”

Faust looked a little upset. ”I would never hurt you.”

“I feel pretty fucking hurt that you’ve been leeching off me.”

“You know I can make you do anything I want.”

“I know.”

Karelos stirred in Faust’s arms, letting out a small sigh. The young men glanced at her. Faust pressed his fingertips to her forehead and she fell silent. Erik watched all of this, wishing he had never met the boy, wishing he could somehow save the girl from her fate. Their eyes met, purple and blue; Faust’s seemed to be imploring with him. Erik had never seen his calm and collected friend look at him like that before.

“All right,” Faust said suddenly. “You’re free to leave.”

Erik wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. “What?”

“I’ve been keeping you captive for too long already.”

“Wow, a vampire with morals.”

“Hardly.” Faust’s voice was cold. “I’d snap your neck right now but my hands are full.”

Erik looked down, feeling ashamed for a reason he didn’t understand. When he looked up again, both vampire and girl were gone. Just then, the door to the room opened. A balding man with glasses poked his head in.

“Miss Karelos Wilder? It seems our PA system has been tampered with, so...” he trailed off when he saw Erik was alone. “Oh! I thought a young lady was in here. Where did she go?”

“I just got here.”

He couldn’t help lying; that was Erik Wolfe for you, loyal to a fault.


Cloud arrived at the airport. Instead of seeing the girl he loved, instead of pulling her close and breathing in her sweet scent, instead of feeling happy again, all he got was an apology. Sorry, we can't find your girlfriend, but she's around somewhere, don't worry.

A man handed him her pink suitcase.

He stared at it with unseeing eyes.

People greeted each other all around him, oblivious to his despair.