o29. Birth

She couldn’t believe it. There was no way that this was really happening.

Sarith sat in her room on the bed, mouth agape, her eyes wide as she stared at the object clutched tightly in her hand. She just…couldn’t believe it. It was not possible. It was just not possible. She refused to believe it. It had to be some kind of trick. That’s what it was, a trick! It had to be. These things were wrong all the time, weren’t they?

Weren’t they?

She looked down at the pregnancy test once more, making sure that she hadn’t been hallucinating the last sixty times she had checked. But no, the little pink plus sign was still there. It stared up at her, laughing at her misfortune, the malevolent little thing.

Pregnant. Oh god, she was pregnant.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself down. She hadn’t really suspected anything when she had first started throwing up in the morning a few days ago. She had figured it was food poisoning or an upset stomach or something like that. The night before that she had gone out to eat with Momoki (who was visiting for a while) and Umi, and, to put it simply, she had basically shoveled food down her throat the entire time she was there. Hey, what could she say? The food had been good. Momoki had warned her about such excessive eating, but as always, Sarith had ignored her.

She could practically hear Momoki taunting her as she emptied her guts out the next morning.

She had spent a while in the bathroom feeling completely miserable and wishing her husband wasn't out on a mission. She had guessed it was food poisoning or something like that, not really thinking too much about it at the time. What was supposed to happen when you got food poisoning, anyway? It wasn't like Sarith had any idea, so she just went with the assumption that that was the cause behind her vomiting. The smart thing to do would have been to go straight to Momoki (or at least someone in the medical profession) to find out what was wrong with her, but as the day went on, Sarith's nausea went away, and she didn't want to have to put up with Momoki lecturing her about her health...again. She went through the rest of the day as she normally would and hoped that there was nothing left to worry about.

The next day, she found that her stomach was not done causing her pain, but Sarith, being Sarith, was too stubborn to go to the doctor's to figure out what was wrong.

On the third day, she finally admitted that she needed help.

After she thought she was done puking out her insides, she slowly made her way towards the inn where Momoki was staying. She wasn't exactly looking forward to the experience. She knew Momoki would reprimand her for not coming to her sooner, but come on, three days wasn't that long, right? The reluctant woman kept on trying to make up excuses as to why she couldn't go, but in the end found herself continuing onwards. She was almost there when she ran into Natsu.

o15. Blue

“Do you think he dyes it?”

Momoki blinked as she tried in vain to figure out what her sister was talking about (she really should have been used to these weird sorts of questions by now, Sarith was full of them). “Do I think who dyes what?”

“Who else? Kazuo, of course! Do you think he dyes his hair blue?” Sarith exclaimed as if it should have been completely obvious about whom she was talking about. She frowned and bit her lip as her eyes darted across the room to where her older brother stood, talking to someone Sarith didn’t recognize, making sure he had not heard her outburst. “I mean…there’s just no way it could be his natural hair color. I mean…come on. His hair is blue!”

“Hmm.” Momoki glanced over at Kazuo and studied him for a minute. She had never really thought about his odd hair color before Sarith had brought it up. She tilted her head to the side, her brow furrowed in thought. “I…don’t know. I thought it had always been blue. I don’t really remember it ever being any other color.”

“I can’t either, but still, it’s been driving me crazy!” Sarith let out an irritated huff and crossed her arms. “I was too little to remember what his hair color was back then…but unless he started dying it when he was like, six years old or something, then that means it must have always been blue…right?” She began pacing around, seeming to talk more to herself than to Momoki. “But still. Come on. Blue? There’s no way. I know Megumi had pink hair, but I’m pretty sure that’s natural because I’ve seen a ton of people with pink hair before, but Kazuo’s the only guy I’ve ever seen with blue hair before.”

“Well, unless he dyes his eyebrows as well, then it has to be his natural hair color,” Momoki stated as she took another look at Kazuo. She looked back to Sarith, not expecting her to stop her ranting there. She rarely ever did, after all…

Sarith blinked as she processed what Momoki had said. She chewed on her lip some with an expression of confusion on her face. “Can you really dye your eyebrows?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“If you can, than I bet he does. He would. Kazuo is just weird like that. He just loves his precious hair, you know,” she snickered. “You know what she should do? We should sneak into his room later and look for hair dye. He’d never even know we were there.”

Momoki raised an eyebrow at this proposition. “Sarith, I am not sneaking into his room with you just to look for a bottle of hair dye.”

“Sneak into whose room?”

Sarith and Momoki both let out a startled shriek; Sarith’s shriller than Momoki’s. They turned their heads to look at Kazuo standing behind them, who had apparently snuck up behind the two girls while they were talking without being noticed. He smirked as Sarith opened and closed her mouth a few times as she tried to say something. Momoki did nothing except look at Sarith expectantly. She certainly wasn't going to explain the situation to Kazuo.

"N-no one's room!" Sarith stammered, her face turning red from anger and embarrassment. "I don't know what you're talking about. You must have misunderstood or something, right Momoki?" She didn't wait for Momoki to answer. "And anyway, just what do you think you were doing, eavesdropping on us? What's your problem, huh?" She glared at her brother but wouldn't look him in the eyes, instead looking at a point over his shoulder.

"Eavesdropping? Me?" Kazuo said with mock hurt in his voice. He gasped and covered his hand with his mouth as if he were shocked Sarith would have even though of saying such things. "I would never. I was just coming over to say hello to my dearest sisters. Is that such a crime?" Sarith rolled her eyes and grumbled to herself, still choosing not to look at Kazuo. "But I can see that I'm not wanted here. Fine, then. I won't stick around." He turned around to leave, but stopped to look back at Sarith with a smug grin on his face.

"And by the way...don't even try getting into my room. You won't find what you're looking for." With that, he continued on his way out the room.

"Y-you!" Sarith shouted as he walked out the door, pointing her index finger at him. "I will find out! You'll see, you'll see!" She ran out the door after him, leaving Momoki alone once again to wonder what she had ever done to end up with such a stupid family.

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Wow that was like. Really, really bad. But whatever, it was mainly just for the lulz that I wrote it. It has no purpose, but I was bored and when I saw the prompt blue I just had to write it. It really didn't turn out what I expected. It's hard for me to convey in words what the characters look like or are doing at that moment without it coming off as stupid sounding (and it does that anyway, regardless), which is bad I suppose, but still. I'll get over it.

iKiMoNo drabbles

oo1. Beginnings

It had started with two sisters.

They had set the way for the next generations, an endless curse passed on from one to another to another to another until their legacy was nothing but a twisted, never-ending web of betrayal. They both had betrayed the other, in the end, and had set everything into motion. Lies, deceit, tragedy, pain, death. No matter what happened there would always be darkness and guilt seeded deep within each one of their hearts. They would always fight, always clash, never at peace. There had to be a way to stop it all, there had to, but there just wasn’t, it was impossible, and the fighting would continue, on and on and on and on and on…

Until there was nothing. Nothing at all.

I. Life before becoming pope.

            A. His real name.

            B. His birthday.

            C. His childhood.

            D. Parents and family.

            E. Education.

            F. How he finally became the pope.

II. Life as the pope.

            A. His pope name.

            B. Important things he did as the pope.

            C. Nepotism.

                        1. The family members he gave positions of power.

                        2. His guilt regarding it later.

III. His interests in the arts.

            A. How he patronized art on a grand scale.

            B. His relationship with Galileo.

                        1. His friendship with Galileo.

                        2. How their friendship ended.

            C. The debt that resulted from all the money he spent on the arts.

IV. Later life.

            A. His death.

                        1. What caused his death.

                        2. When he died.

                        3. The people’s reaction to his death.

I'm going crazy right now. I may not LOOK like I'm going crazy to my classmates, but I am. Because we're finally getting to look at our PSAT scores. Which really freaks me out. BUT that's not the reason I'm going crazy.

The reason I'm going crazy is because I think that everyone in my class who decided to take the PSATs has gotten to look at their scores...except for me. This frustrates me greatly. I NEED to see those scores. Like, badly. I think if I have to keep waiting I may get permanent brain damage. That wouldn't be good. I like my brain. I use it...occasionally. Maybe not as often as I should, but still.

But it's frustrating me, because I really want to ask our teacher {who was showing everyone their PSAT scores last period} if she can show me my PSAT scores. I don't know if she forgot, or if she just wants to wait for some other day, or WHAT, but I'm dying to ask her. But I don't want to because I have no spine. I like to pretend I do in front of a few people, but the truth is I don't. I'm a wimp. A spineless wimp. A skittish, spineless wimp who is afraid of many things. Like frogs, and snakes, and tornadoes, and floods, and rapists, molestors, etc., etc., etc.

I'm getting off topic though.

Anyway, I don't even KNOW if she has the PSAT scores right now, so I'd feel stupid if I asked and it turns out she doesn't have them right now. I don't want to sound rude, either. So I suppose the only option I'm willing to take is just to sit here and wait and suffer. I just have to wait...wait...wait...

AHHHH I WANT TO KNOW MY PSAT SCOOOOORES....

If it weren't for the fact that my classmates would think I'd belong in an insane asylum, I would slap myself right now to calm myself down. It actually works, but man does it hurt. 

Maybe I should try and move onto a different subject to take my mind off of the PSATs...but I can't think of anything else. That frustrates me greatly. Right now my teacher is talking about HOPE Scholarships and stuff like that, and how you get them, etc., etc. I don't like thinking about that stuff either, because thinking about college and my future is kind of scary for me. I don't really know what I'm going to do when I get a job. I want to be an author, I mean, I REALLY want to be one so badly, but I don't know if I'll ever be one. I have really low self-confidence, so I don't think I will become one. But if I can't become an author, I really don't know what else I want to BE. I guess I could always work at my dad's restaurant, but I'd probably get fired on the first day. I have a bad habit of talking back to my parents, and talking back to one's boss is NOT really a good thing to do, especially on the first day of the job.

I've been wanting to try doing some 1sentence stuff, it sounds interesting. That was a random change of subject, but I like random things. Get over it. Anyway, I'm trying to do some Warriors 1sentence thing, just a few ideas and stuff, but I doubt that if I ever do join 1sentence I'd post the Warriors stuff. That is, if I even finish. Some of those words are hard to use when the main characters are all cats.

I think if I do join 1sentence, I might try and do some Harvest Moon pairings, maybe something like Ann x Alex, Ann x Louis, Maria xBlue--

OH MY GOD YES YES I FOUND OUT MY PSAT SCORES YESSSS.

Overall I scored a 1650. That is awesome. My teacher told me that I did better then most of the juniors, sophomores, and freshman. I am a freshman, by the way. That is so so awesome. I feel so proud of myself, and I'm also surprised, because I was sick that day, walking pnemonia. Perhaps having pnemonia has a side effect of making you think more clearly when doing tests and such. That would be awesome...except you'd be sick. Being sick is never fun.

Anyway, I'm braindead to what to talk about now...so I guess I'll end this boring journal entry here. So yeah...bye.

So yeah, this is my first journal entry on livejournal. Yay, hooray, huzzah, and all of that jazz. I'm not really sure why I'm posting this entry, because I doubt anyone may ever read it, but that is just fine with me. XD;

I just came back inside a few minutes ago. I was out with one of my friends, whose grandma lives right behind my house. He comes over to his grandma's house a lot, so we see a lot of each other. He's a few years younger than me, and you wouldn't think we'd get along too well...but we share a common interest. VIDEO GAMES! *insert fanfare here*

He came over and asked me if I wanted to help him dig up rocks. I don't know what it is about him and rocks. I personally don't find digging through dirt very appeasing to me, but maybe that's because I'm a girl. *shrugs* Of course, I used to dig through dirt when I was younger...maybe I just grew out of it. But excuse my rambling. I agreed to go out and help him "dig up rocks" because I felt like taking a break from replaying Phoenix Wright: Justice For All.

When he said we were going to go dig up rocks, I figured that he meant behind the baseball park that I unfortunately live right next to. {Let me go ahead and say I have nothing against baseball, just the fact that a lot of the people who come to the baseball park think it's great fun to litter in our yards and egg our cars.} But no, he meant the alley behind my house, which wasn't so good because the whole time my dog Popcorn was barking his head off and probably driving anyone around insane. Sure, petting him would make him stop, until I walked back over to my friend of course, since he needed me to help him find some interesting rocks. I didn't actually understand why they were so interesting, but maybe I'm just blind to the pure awesomeness of rocks.

I'll go ahead and admit I really wasn't much help looking for rocks for my friend. I just kicked at the ground and hoped that a rock might be unearthed and roll toward my friend or something. Plus, most of the time I wasn't even kicking at all...just standing there pretending I was doing something. I'm an extremely lazy person.

While we were out in the alley, this big dog that had somehow gotten out of his yard ran over to us. My friend knew who the dog was, apparently knowing his owners, and calmly grabbed him by the collar and tried to drag him away. Meanwhile I was freaking out. I'm not used to being around big dogs, as all the dogs I've ever had were pretty small, and I wasn't sure whether the dog was friendly or not.

His owner finally came to come and get him, and dragged him back to their house, but then their OTHER dog ran over. This guy was a little dog, so I wasn't freaking out like before. The little guy ran over to my dog, and then proceeded to mark the fence. Of course, that was POPCORN'S yard, and so Popcorn marked the same spot. The two dogs then proceeded to have some marking competition, running all around the fence of my backyard. My friend and I just stood there watching the entire time. We live in a small, quiet neighborhood, so this is actually good entertainment for us.

Eventually the other dog left, and my friend and I left Popcorn to celebrate his victory in the marking battle. We wandered over to the baseball park, and while walking by the fence that surrounds the field, my friend goes, "Oh look, a baseball!" I WANTED to say, "Oh wow, a baseball, in a baseball park?! Wow, that's so rare." But instead I told him he should take it, if he wanted it. The door that led into the batting cage was unlocked, and so was the door that led from the batting cage into the field. {That sounded horribly confusing...I apologize.} I pointed that out, but then added, "But it's SO much more fun to climb over the fence instead."

My friend agreed with me, though I'm not sure if he really meant it or not, so we proceeded to "hop the fence", as we called it. And not the extremely tall portion of the fence, as we would most likely fall and break our necks, I'm talking about the lower portion of the fence. There is this...machine thing near it {I have no idea what it is, okay? X3;}, that one could jump on and then jump off into the field. I can climb over the fence without it, but it's so much easier that way, plus I didn't want to look like I was showing off in front of my friend. 

I jumped over it, then waited for my friend to jump over it, but he just stood there. So I yelled, "Don't just STAND there, jump already!" And so he did. However, his landing apparently didn't go so smoothly, because when I turned around a while later he was still sitting on the ground, clutching his leg, and I'm pretty sure he said a couple of times, "Oh, my leg, I've broken it!" It wasn't broken, but it was just his way of complaining about how much it hurt.

I walked over to him and held out my hand to him and told him to grab it, and I'd help him get up, but he continued to just sit there. That irritated me because I can be extremely impatient, which is kind of ironic considering I can be extremely lazy, too. I kept on telling him to grab my hand, but he never did. I took a moment to look around, and wouldn't you know it, there's someone heading RIGHT TOWARDS US!

Now, I have horrible vision, and most of the time I choose not to wear my glasses, so I couldn't tell who was coming towards us {though I hardly know anyone in the neighborhood anyway}, but he was wearing a suit, which made me think that he must have been someone important...and then I thought, "OH CRAP! He must work at the baseball park and we are NOT supposed to be in here! Ohhhh crap!" I don't know what really made me think someone that was wearing a suit had to work at a baseball park, because honestly, how many coaches do YOU know that wear suits to baseball games? But I tend to jump to conclusions often, so I started panicking, and started yelling at my friend to GET UP, because I wanted to get out of there before the guy reached us, despite the fact he had already seen us and all.

While I'm standing there panicking, I decided I had to make up an excuse to why I was in the field, and selfishly decided to say my friend had jumped over the fence and hurt his leg, and I had run inside the field to see if he was okay. I'm a horrible person, I know. I look back at the guy and see that he's RIGHT AT THE FENCE and I keep yelling at my friend to grab my hand so we can GET OUT OF THERE!

And then he asks what happened, and that's when I realized it was only my dad, returning from the library.

Did I feel stupid and humiliated? Oh yeah. Anyway, I told him what actually happened, and not what I was originally going to say. About this time, my friend FINALLY gets up and leaves, because while he was on the ground his grandma kept on calling him to come back to the house. But he got that baseball he saw first. I climbed back over the fence, and me and my dad walked home.

As we were leaving, my dad looked back at my friend and remarked, "He may have broken his leg, but at least he got that baseball he'll never use!"

Ahaha, yes, tremble in fear of my father's humor and wit, puny mortals, TREMBLE!

That put an end to my "fantastic adventure in the outdoors", which wasn't that fantastic or adventurous and only lasted about fifteen or twenty minutes. Now excuse me, as I must go back to playing Phoenix Wright.

By the way, if you read all of that just now, you deserve a cookie. Congratulations, you rock. Now go off and show off that virtual cookie to all your friends.