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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Jul 8, 2010 19:25:47 GMT -5
Deep in the forest on campus grounds, Zen sat with his eyes closed. He had not moved in over 2 hours, and was going for three. This practice had been done in Japan for a long time before he was born, and his father had shown him how long ago when he was a boy. It was the practice of meditation. One sought, not to think deeply about many topics, but to clear the mind of all surface thoughts and dwell deep inside yourself. Back when he was a boy, Zen was impatient and did not like to do what his father told him, but as he matured he soon found out that it could restore your soul. And so he had kept with it for all these years, meditating in peaceful places usually around nature.
For 2 hours there had not been a single sound that did not involve leaves or animals. Zen opened his eyes quickly when he heard the singing...
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Jul 8, 2010 21:05:10 GMT -5
Miki hated her life. Every single aspect of it left her seething when she thought about it. She often wondered why she was even alive. What purpose did she serve? She was a djinn. A J-Popstar. She had money, she had fame (in Japan, anyway) and she was immortal. What more could one ask for? Miki felt like she wasn't even alive.
She would live forever, watching everyone around her, save her family, die. She would watch them suffer, knowing all too well that she could help them. But she couldn't do one damn thing. If she did, people would know what she was. If that information fell into the wrong hands, it could mean chaos for her and her family. It was duty to keep that secret.
Miki had no friends. Love had taken refuge in a crevice somewhere, lost to her. She didn't want the money, or the fame. She didn't want to be a djinn. She wanted to help people and know people. But life was wicked that way. Nothing was easy. The young djinn knew that, and even though she hated it, she kept her misery to herself. No one needed her misery, and quite frankly she didn't want to share it.
So, she played nice. Her outer shell was so happy: Optimistic, helpful, caring, bubbly, enthusiastic, curious, adventurous... Inside, she was monstrous mess.
Her bare feet made small dents in the grass as she walked. Every now and then she would look back to watch the grass perk up again, recovering from her weight. The wind whipped her hair around, and she occasionally had to squint in order to block some of the wind out. On this particular evening, she adorned jean shorts the only went about a quarter or so down her thigh, a white spaghetti strap tank top, white flip flops, and a tiny bell tied around her neck with red ribbon. It made a pleasant tinkling noise when the wind swayed it.
Miki eventually got much deeper into the forest. Enough to where only stray rays of light shone through from the departing sun. She sighed and stood still, closing her eyes. It was a nice, peaceful place. A place that Miki found suitable for one of her most favorite things in the world, despite her misery: singing.
The wind nudged her along, rustling the leaves in agreement. Taking a deep breath, she began to gently sing one of her very own songs.
"Itsukara suteki na koto wa
Hitsuzen yooshite dokoka wo ushinatta
Kokoro no tsunagari ni obiete
Karada de umeyou to shita
Fuan wo gomakashita sonna mainichi no naka de
Anata wa mou atashi no kokoro no naka ni ita"
The wind picked up a bit as the song became more powerful. Miki's voice went from gentle to strong as she let her heart sing.
"Moshimo futari fukaku omoete
Itsuka koko de toki wo oetemo
Zutto atashi anata wo ai shite
Te wo nobashiteruto omoetano
Aijou wa nante kore i mono
Dakara nigetari motomeru
Otona da to ka kodomo da to ka mou kankei nai yo"
Her body twirled gracefully around the trees and growth. Not once did she open her eyes.
"Maru de hatsukoi mitai
Unmei da to omoeru kurai
Dakiaeba kanjiru
Kore hodo ni nai yume goro
Moshimo futari deaenakereba
Konna fuu ni waraenakatta
Kotoshi ichiban shiawase na no wa
Anata no soba ni ireta koto
Moshimo futari fukaku omoete
Itsuka koko de toki wo oetemo
Zutto atashi anata wo ai shite
Te wo nobashiteruto omoetano"
As Miki sang the last lines of the song, her knees fell to the grassy forest floor beneath her. And she sat there, silently; waiting for something. Anything. ooc: i hope it is adequate. i fear that i'm pretty rusty x| english lyrics to the song |
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Jul 9, 2010 10:06:52 GMT -5
OOC: thats great  I only have time to post once a day or so. IC: Zen looked around. Where was that singing coming from? It was a Japanese song, one that he remembered from home. The sound seemed to flow from every direction and he desperately wanted to find the source. Picking a random direction, Zen ran as fast as he could. The sound faded away slowly and he realized he was going in the wrong direction. He turned to his left and the sound became stronger again. He ran quickly, already knowing where every tree in this area of the forest. Soon, Zen came to the source. A girl was twirling in the forest, her eyes closed and singing her heart out. Zen felt that she was at a deep peace and waited for the song to finish before he approached. Moshimo futari fukaku omoete Itsuka koko de toki wo oetemo Zutto atashi anata wo ai shite Te wo nobashiteruto omoetano" The girl fell to her knees, silent. Zen took the opportunity and stepped out. "Where did you learn to sing like that?" he said |
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Jul 9, 2010 11:16:33 GMT -5
ooc: that's fine(: "Where did you learn to sing like that?"
Miki inhaled slowly, then exhaled, opening her eyes to reveal her deep brown orbs. She didn't stand, nor did she face him. A small smile played on her lips.
"In all honesty, I do not know. It is just a natural gift, I suppose." she responded. A calm silence lingered after her soft words for a few moments. Shifting from her knees to the balls of her feet, she pushed herself off the ground and turned to face him. Her white sandals were thrown off to the side. The bell around her neck chimed merrily.
The djinn's eyes traveled all around the stranger, looking him over. Miki often observed people, finding it kind of fascinating. But what most intrigued her about this boy, was his bright eyes. She wasn't too sure what color to call them.
"What are you called?" |
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Jul 9, 2010 21:50:50 GMT -5
The girl didn't respond at first, only took a deep breath. And then she opened her eyes and Zen could see that they were full of knowledge.
"In all honesty, I do not know. It is just a natural gift, I suppose." she said. Zen liked this. Some people take for granted their other natural gifts only because the have better, REAL gifts.
"What are you called." she said, training her eyes on his.
Zen paused. Then bowed deeply. "Zenharu of the Matsuda clan at your service my lady." There was a short pause. Maybe that was too weird of a response. Stupid Zen, your gonna scare her away already. He came up and smiled at her. "And you?"
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Jul 13, 2010 13:15:45 GMT -5
Miki allowed a tiny smile grace her facial features. It was strained, but she tried to hide it well. After all, she knew it was something she would have normally smiled or even laughed at. So, she had to be a good actor and play the role. At least, she thought she was doing an okay job.
“Miki Toizden. Or, Miki of the Toizden clan, if you prefer.” She replied, making the smile a tad more genuine as she curtsied. All her movements became harder to do, and she used great effort just to stand up straight and look at him again. She wondered if he noticed. If he did, he’d probably think her weird. Or crazy. Or sick, even. Miki didn’t feel sick. She felt her forehead as nonchalantly as she could. Nope, didn’t feel warm. Maybe it was all in her head.
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Post by Zenharu Matsuda on Jul 13, 2010 16:44:45 GMT -5
She smiled back at him. “Miki Toizden. Or, Miki of the Toizden clan, if you prefer.”
That must mean she doesn't think him a total idiot. Which was good.
But why was she all the way out here in the woods? Most people never ventured as far as Zen did. Maybe she wanted a place to sing, or get close to nature like he did. And all alone? With what little knowledge Zen knew about girls, he at least knew that they liked to travel with friends. What would make her come out here? She must be a very brave girl.
"Oh it doesn't matter. How about I just call you Miki? And you can call me Zen." He paused for a moment, studying her. "Are you out here just to sing?"
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Post by ∞ Miki Toizden on Oct 9, 2010 9:39:43 GMT -5
Miki nodded slowly, his words taking their time seeping into her brain. The wind touseled her dark reddish-brown hair and it curled around her small face. Her bell continued to tinkle a little song to itself. Her small hand encircled the golden bell, pausing it's progress.
Are you here just to sing?
The young djinn smiled inwardly. Zen was quite curious, and it tempted her. For a moment, she wanted to be able to tell him everything, stranger or not. No one, besides her family and a few people who were lost to her, knew anything true about her. There was no one who really knew who she was, as a being. As a living breathing soul. Sometimes, it bothered her.
Maybe, just this once, she could be a little less of a liar.
"Well...no. I came out her to relax. Erm, to clear my head, I guess you could say." To Miki, the words coming out of her mouth were strange. Her brows furrowed slightly, as she looked away from Zen and into the distant brush. The wind allowed her to speak away from him but still carry her voice his way.
"I take it your not here to search for songs, are you?"
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I only have time to post once a day or so. 
