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Topic Started: Aug 21 2009, 11:15 PM (52 Views)
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Picture a dorm room in destruction, furniture overturned, books and belongings strewn everywhere. The mattress was slashed long, the bed buckled with the wooden beams sliced, appearing to bow to one end. Blankets and pillow on the floor, the occupant had been taking to sleeping on the floor for an untold amount of days. Days, weeks...one can lose track of time easily when placed in self-containment, locked away in one’s own room. She heard the school bells, and once in a while, she would hear the hallways with conversation about classes. None of that existed in this space Yuna created for herself. Grains of sand slipped through her fingers, gleaming like tiny gems through whatever small light crept through the bamboo as they all tumbled back into the purple mini backpack.

"Gasai-chan...we found Haji-kun." A haunting voice told her, sincere sadness for her loss..

How quickly the world changes. The flame on a candle flickers and with the strongest breeze can be snuffed out. Just like that, a life can be there and then gone. Maybe she had believed as a meta-humans, they had better chances to live longer, but right then once Mai Ada’s gave those condolences, she realized fragility. Surreal, time stopped, her skin numbed by the gravity of the news that she never felt Mai hugging her as Yuna simply crumbled in a sobbing heap.

Haji was gone.

Yuna clasped tight to the little purple bag, Kakumei, and held tight as if the bag itself would vanish from her hands.

A few days, there were rumors surrounding the boy’s death - murder, accident (Lies.), strange. She dug a little deeper, hoping for the truth. It took eavesdropping, asking, and other instances of information gathering but then the truth surfaced!

The stress of learning that someone relatively close had been present at his death was too much for her to bear. Yuna’s mind shatters, fragments strewn everywhere, glossy fragments of happier times now scattered. Frantically she tries to pull them back together, but none of the fragments fit. His eyes here, her hair there, their smiles there - no that’s not right! Who was that person smiling with her? (Fragment.) His green eyes were full of life and energy, but where was the rest of him? (Scatter.) What was his name! (Figment.) Where did he go? Her latent abilities, the scrambling of her own memories, with names, places and times altered until nothing made sense anymore.

Except for one name: Lucas Reed. A boy with a kind heart in her same grade. Why did the name stick out? Ah, a crush probably, why else was that name so prominent in her mind. Ah, but doesn’t he have some girl’s affections? Hah! Not if she could help it!

But that had been days ago...or however many it was.

Yuna lifted her head and glanced around the room. What a mess...her stuff was all ruined, bed sliced, sand beneath her, posters torn. Why? Hm, she could not recall at the moment. With a wave of her hand, any and all sand in the room gathered to her, the sentient grains grouping into one line and leaping up into the purple bag. At least it was one thing that could be cleaned.

“Aww...I’ll have to trouble the janitors again...” She mumbles sheepishly to herself.

Yuna Gasai crawled over to her closet and opened the door wide. Inside was a small shrine made of shoe boxes, filled with photos she had taken of Lucas, arranged by the time the photos were taken. There were a few with some unseemly blemishes: one had a pretty girl with shamrock eyes before she took a black sharpie to the face. Another girl was involved, a white haired waif, but she none of the photos she had contained the girl. Rivals - easily disposable. But nont of her attention were on the black marks, but on the object of her twisted affection.

"Lucas-tan..." She sighed. "I feel sad, but I don't know why anymore. That's okay. Everything is okay when I'm in your presence..."

Yuna Gasai, unknowingly in love with the person involved in her former love's death.
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