Hand of fate - An OC short
Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 5:56 pm
Hello there, I've been a very long time lurker around here, so I've decided to throw my hat into the mix and see what everone thinks, as this is my first piece of writing, I'd like as much feedback as possible. I understand that many around here have an aversion to OC's, understandably so, however, as this is my first time ever doing some form of fanfiction, I would rather do so in what is a very short, short, with a character whom I made so as to only potentially butcher one character instead of many that have been fantastically written by the KS team. Without further delay, I hope you enjoy this short and I request as much constructive criticism as possible.
Hand of fate
Things have changed.
"Hisao." She began, looking up into the night sky as she lay beside me on the damp, soft ground. Her voice shaking as she spoke, "Things aren't... Right. I'm sure you've noticed." I roll onto my side, looking at the girl whom I'd spent months with.
We had explored and dreamed together. About the world around us, it's beauty, it's mystique and It's despair. It had began that day as she was walking down the hill to town right before me. Her wiry frame and long legs, her short hair with its blazing red hue and purple tips as it caressed the right side of her head, flowing gracefully to her shoulders. I was enraptured. That was even before she turned around.
"Yes. Yes I have" I sigh slowly, analyzing her face carefully. "What's happened? What's changed?" She breaks her gaze from the stars and tilts her head towards me. When our gazes meet, I am taken back to that day.
Her appearance had captured me, the words of Lilly Satou fluttered uselessly by me. Whether it was sheer coincidence or the hand of fate, she turned and met my gaze allowing me to see those eyes. Blue as deep as the ocean with the slightest hint of green within. They had widened briefly upon seeing me before shifting to a kind, yet emboldened state, almost challenging me. The response was matched by the beautifully slight smile she flashed to me.
The softness, and challenge, of those eyes were now gone. Replaced by sadness, anguish and grief. The slight smile had been crushed by a deep frown. Those emotions were permeating through her old personality. "Everything. Everything, I'm so sorry Hisao." She responded, droplets of emotion forming around her two pits of distress.
I couldn't help but blurt out the question, "Why? Why are you sorry?"
Droplets turned to rivers, flowing down her face before crashing into the earth below. "I'm dying." My breath is stolen and a pang reaches my heart. "The joint pain, the slowness, the confusion. I thought... It was nothing. I should have listened to you Hisao, I should have listened. You were right, It was everything." She chokes up, the rivers turning the area below into puddles. "They- They say I have a rare condition, a condition that almost never presents itself at our age." Her eyes close tightly before she turns her head to the vast emptiness above. "It will get worse, I won't be able to do anything, I won't be able to stand, to speak, to dream. I won't even reach my thirties." Any calmness she had been displaying disintegrates as she begins sobbing loudly. I'm stuck, I'm floored, is this real? She's dying? My mind is a whirling mess. Despite knowing her only for months, my heart is broken again. Closing my eyes, I think back to the memories of us together.
In the forest walking together, exploring the world.
In the fields star gazing, discovering my minds artistry.
In the dorms, together, creating our connection.
Even the fights we had, I try to think of everything, anything.
I ask the question I don't want to know the answer to. "How long? How long until..." My voice trails off.
"I'll lose myself in less than five years, I'll d-die anytime after." She sobs.
She had turned around that day, and began strolling towards Lilly and I. When we were yards apart, we greeted one another. "Ayumu Kobayashi," her soothing voice had said.
My own wavered, "Hisao Nakai."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Nakai, you're new here right?" I simply nod at her question, shrinking away slightly. "Welcome to Yamaku. I hope the hand of fate treats you well, despite whatever may have happened." She smiled kindly at me, her eyes bright, full of life.
As I shift my gaze to the tears falling from hopeless eyes and the deep frown of my dying friend, I can't help but think to myself.
Things really have changed.
Hand of fate
Things have changed.
"Hisao." She began, looking up into the night sky as she lay beside me on the damp, soft ground. Her voice shaking as she spoke, "Things aren't... Right. I'm sure you've noticed." I roll onto my side, looking at the girl whom I'd spent months with.
We had explored and dreamed together. About the world around us, it's beauty, it's mystique and It's despair. It had began that day as she was walking down the hill to town right before me. Her wiry frame and long legs, her short hair with its blazing red hue and purple tips as it caressed the right side of her head, flowing gracefully to her shoulders. I was enraptured. That was even before she turned around.
"Yes. Yes I have" I sigh slowly, analyzing her face carefully. "What's happened? What's changed?" She breaks her gaze from the stars and tilts her head towards me. When our gazes meet, I am taken back to that day.
Her appearance had captured me, the words of Lilly Satou fluttered uselessly by me. Whether it was sheer coincidence or the hand of fate, she turned and met my gaze allowing me to see those eyes. Blue as deep as the ocean with the slightest hint of green within. They had widened briefly upon seeing me before shifting to a kind, yet emboldened state, almost challenging me. The response was matched by the beautifully slight smile she flashed to me.
The softness, and challenge, of those eyes were now gone. Replaced by sadness, anguish and grief. The slight smile had been crushed by a deep frown. Those emotions were permeating through her old personality. "Everything. Everything, I'm so sorry Hisao." She responded, droplets of emotion forming around her two pits of distress.
I couldn't help but blurt out the question, "Why? Why are you sorry?"
Droplets turned to rivers, flowing down her face before crashing into the earth below. "I'm dying." My breath is stolen and a pang reaches my heart. "The joint pain, the slowness, the confusion. I thought... It was nothing. I should have listened to you Hisao, I should have listened. You were right, It was everything." She chokes up, the rivers turning the area below into puddles. "They- They say I have a rare condition, a condition that almost never presents itself at our age." Her eyes close tightly before she turns her head to the vast emptiness above. "It will get worse, I won't be able to do anything, I won't be able to stand, to speak, to dream. I won't even reach my thirties." Any calmness she had been displaying disintegrates as she begins sobbing loudly. I'm stuck, I'm floored, is this real? She's dying? My mind is a whirling mess. Despite knowing her only for months, my heart is broken again. Closing my eyes, I think back to the memories of us together.
In the forest walking together, exploring the world.
In the fields star gazing, discovering my minds artistry.
In the dorms, together, creating our connection.
Even the fights we had, I try to think of everything, anything.
I ask the question I don't want to know the answer to. "How long? How long until..." My voice trails off.
"I'll lose myself in less than five years, I'll d-die anytime after." She sobs.
She had turned around that day, and began strolling towards Lilly and I. When we were yards apart, we greeted one another. "Ayumu Kobayashi," her soothing voice had said.
My own wavered, "Hisao Nakai."
"It is a pleasure to meet you Nakai, you're new here right?" I simply nod at her question, shrinking away slightly. "Welcome to Yamaku. I hope the hand of fate treats you well, despite whatever may have happened." She smiled kindly at me, her eyes bright, full of life.
As I shift my gaze to the tears falling from hopeless eyes and the deep frown of my dying friend, I can't help but think to myself.
Things really have changed.