I have, I do believe, returned from what has been seemingly the dead.
In all actuality, I was away off in Connecticut, but that's not nearly as exciting as lying about it and saying I was making quite the fabulous use of the bells in the graveyard. (They did that often, tied a string that connected to a bell to the wrist of the "dead". Hence the expression of: "dead ringer".)
However, that's enough rambling on my behalf.
I wrote this piece back in April. I still rather like it, but it really hasn't explored the light of day. (Actually, only two people every truly saw it, to my knowledge.)
So, I suppose I am here to air it out.
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The Voice of Silence
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Beneath the station over hang, Tsuzuki's finger scratches at the peeling paint. The bench that they have come to settle on is a relic trapped in time, sayings from the early years, slogans against the war and cries for peace. He feels each absent carving with the movement of his fingertips, the varnish turning back from brown to green to brown. It has been a long day and an even longer night, and the hours have etched a tired smile upon his lips. Besides him, he can feel Hisoka's gaze following each motion in the din with cautious eyes; a slightly bitten styrofoam coffee cup is cradled in his palms, it is still half-full and he knows better than himself, that the warmth shall fade soon.
Tsuzuki has dozed off several times, no more than catnaps, before he has noticed Hisoka's grim look. Upon the departure board, it reads: Delayed, in flickering letters as the wind whispers in, stirring a soda can. The noise is unnaturally loud against the abandoned tracks, but Tsuzuki finds himself watching it, too. It must have journeyed some way, he realizes, the delicate artistry on it's smooth surface is scratched and stained. The wind surges forward again, and it is out of his line of vision; he feels Hisoka's form shiver against him.
Yet, it is he who is holding out the remaining coffee, an insistent nudge into his waiting fingers and he finds himself tasting it. It is black, and he grimaces. He imagines Hisoka laughs. However, that sound has become warped and despondent in a much younger time. He has never heard it, he doubts he will hear it tonight. He shrugs an arm out of his coat, a waste of material as Hisoka would say, and offers back the promise of warmth in a night frozen with ice. It takes him time, but he's later pressed closely against his side, shoulder-to-shoulder and thigh-to-thigh - Tsuzuki's long legs are his only support as he slides down to his level, the strain on his back tolerable in the rarity of being as close as he is to the boy. His coat overwhelms him. He swallows his discovery with a smile.
When he closes his eyes, for the fifth time that night, he can hear the sound of his breathing. Hisoka, he knows, notices the weakness; the erratic beating of his heart under his wrist as he takes the last sip of the lukewarm coffee, reaching around him to bring it to his own lips. Tsuzuki wonders if he knows what he's doing. He thinks he's most likely accustomed to it, seeing as he steals bits and pieces of food from him all the time. He used to hate that, and would bristle unpleasantly and tell him he was overstepping the line.
When he opens his eyes, for the sixth time that night, Hisoka is creating patterns with his nails against the old cup. There is a faint curve that looks like a contented mouth, there are indents that he thinks are eyes. He wants to tell him he's in a good mood tonight, but he is afraid he will move from under the comfortable cloak of his jacket. He does not want to relinquish the feeling of foreign heat against his skin. He does not want to lose the sensation of being able to almost feel when he blinks, being able to see each curious twitch of his mouth that may have once formed a faint smile.
In the distance, he can hear the rumble of the old train. Hisoka does not pull away, but rather tilts his head slightly toward the right; his breath is warm against his ear, but he does not speak nor make a sound. He could hear the hesitant rumble in his throat that may have once formed words, but the silence is prevalent tonight. He imagines what he might have told him alone on that bench, but his imagination is shambles as the glowing, square, windows bombard his vision with a soft orange light. The train roars, and the spell is broken as Hisoka's voice is lost over the noise.
'I don't think I could live without ---'
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A/N: I'm quite the sucker for little details. I cannot help myself.
pyro_o
Oh, wow. I'm beginning to anticipate the next part of this story!! O.O
..can I edit this when I'm coherent again??
(tch. FIRST, coco-chan. XP)
measuring time
(Oh, wow. I'm beginning to anticipate the next part of this story!! O.O)
Why thank you, however I never considered continuing it. Perhaps I will, seeing as the idea sounds most intriguing. I could do with a nice dose of cramped and travel weary personalities. (=
You see, I usually write one-shots. The only "continuing" series I have going for Yami no Matsuei at the moment is that of the Office Saga; the only reason it even counts as a series is due to the fact that it is a collection of interlocking one shots. Even then, I suppose it is rather debatable.
(..can I edit this when I'm coherent again??)
Edit away! That's a writer's motto. Write what you must, then edit beautifully.
((tch. FIRST, coco-chan. XP))
Competition with the admin? Oh, dear. =O
admin
(tch. FIRST, coco-chan. XP)
*eyebrows twitch* yes I noticed......
Anyway, once again beautiful story Measuring time. I enjoy your style it's unique because I haven't come across it often and it's very smooth, your really good with imagery and sensations, describing visuals, little details, and sound/touch/taste/smell e.t.c.
(He imagines Hisoka laughs. However, that sound has become warped and despondent in a much younger time. He has never heard it, he doubts he will hear it tonight.)
That pulled on my heart strings-dunno why, I am a little weird but yeah.
measuring time
(Anyway, once again beautiful story Measuring time. I enjoy your style it's unique because I haven't come across it often and it's very smooth, your really good with imagery and sensations, describing visuals, little details, and sound/touch/taste/smell e.t.c.)
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it as much. I must say, however, I'm quite flattered. It's always relieving to hear even my older pieces aren't swamped with imagery/sensations.
((He imagines Hisoka laughs. However, that sound has become warped and despondent in a much younger time. He has never heard it, he doubts he will hear it tonight.)
That pulled on my heart strings-dunno why, I am a little weird but yeah.)
Oh, goodness, no! You're not strange at all. I've had one of the only other people who originally read it tell me that. (=
As a writer, It's always interesting hearing such things because it tells me if I can affect readers. It's very precious information, as I think that's one of the most important parts of writing.
admin
That's good, I'm glad I'm not weird then. I defintely hope you post up more soon I enjoy your stories. And I suppose it is nice when people I guess let you know how much your work has affected them.
pyro_o
Oh darnit- it was a oneshot?? You really had me going there! XP
Yes... But I do hope you'll write another ONESHOT soon. =D
I do like this story.. and I'll check out several others on ff.net. If that's where your works are posted.
(Yes. Competition with the admin. it's healthy for you. XD)
measuring time
(Oh darnit- it was a oneshot?? You really had me going there! XP)
Well, it was intended to be as such. However, you seem to have planted an idea in my mind, one which I am really beginning to think might be fine for a two-shot.
(Yes... But I do hope you'll write another ONESHOT soon. =D)
To accompany this? We'll see. Otherwise, I must have at least twenty-something-or-other wandering around my LJ.
(I do like this story.. and I'll check out several others on ff.net. If that's where your works are posted.)
Thank you, however I do keep all my fanfiction in my LJ. All my fanfiction is public and cited under my tags in the first post.
(Yes. Competition with the admin. it's healthy for you. XD)
Indeed. I'm quite competitive, myself. Though, only when it comes to exercise.
(That's good, I'm glad I'm not weird then. I defintely hope you post up more soon I enjoy your stories. And I suppose it is nice when people I guess let you know how much your work has affected them.)
(=
Well, I was contemplating posting parts of the Office Saga, but thank you.
And yes, it really rather is. It helps improve the writing and it also makes the writer feel as though their message was transmitted as it was intended.
pyro_o
Hmm.. Then I take it that your LJ s/n is measuring time?
admin
If you want to see me competitive-face me in ludo......(and you thought Muraki was scary??)
Measuring time's name is the same on LJ JiHye, I think you've also joined the Yami forum community haven't you measuring time.
Yes I guess one of the most important aspects of fanfic writting is communitcating with the reader through your work, I wish I could do that. If measuring time will be posting this as a two-shot will it be in this topic or seperate?
pyro_o
..what the heck in ludo?? O.o
same LJ? Ooh.. I'm SO checking it out! =D
measuring time
(Hmm.. Then I take it that your LJ s/n is measuring time?)
As stated by Coco, my livejournal mirrors my screen name. Only typed together, neglecting the space in between.
(If you want to see me competitive-face me in ludo......(and you thought Muraki was scary??))
Oh, dear.
Well, I'm said to be rather scary in floor hockey. I can say honestly I have slammed into people in order to get the puck. I scared other players. To the point that I was able to hop right back up after I took someone else's hockey stick to the chest and declare I was fine, only to have them keep a wary distance of me. For some reason, my appearance betrays my abilities.
(Measuring time's name is the same on LJ JiHye, I think you've also joined the Yami forum community haven't you measuring time.)
Yes, and yes. I was quite glad to discover it the other day.
(Yes I guess one of the most important aspects of fanfic writting is communitcating with the reader through your work, I wish I could do that. If measuring time will be posting this as a two-shot will it be in this topic or seperate?)
Indeed, but it is also important in all other forms of writing. Especially when it comes to original pieces - it always relieves me when a person says they can relate to/feel what a character of my very own is going through.
Well, it would most likely be separated for convenience. I know from experience that it is often much more courteous to do so that way.
pyro_o
I never thought Muraki was scary. XP But... what is ludo?? O.o
floor hockey? I never played it because I'm too small. So I wasn't allowed to play. XP
'measuringtime', then. Right?
admin
Ludo is a board game, can't be bothered to explain it, it's much easier to show a person, but it's very fun. I have some nuts ability to win all the time and can get VERY comptetive as I hate the idea of loosing my winning streak. I've never a board game. Yes I am a sad individual.
(I scared other players / For some reason, my appearance betrays my abilities.)
I would think so reading your post O.o woh. Hahaha.
Okay well we look forward to reading the next part of this story.
measuring time
(floor hockey? I never played it because I'm too small. So I wasn't allowed to play. XP)
Well, I must say, that's a shame. It's quite enjoyable. Though, then again, it helps that I'm ambidextrous in floor hockey...
('measuringtime', then. Right?)
Correct. (=
(I would think so reading your post O.o woh. Hahaha.)
I suppose it doesn't assist in any way that I'm also quite quiet. I think that may have helped startle them.
(Okay well we look forward to reading the next part of this story.)
Thank you, I must say.
pyro_o
YAAY I got it right~ =D
coco-chan? I need help here...
I've never a board game.
Do tell me what the missing word is. I hate such games as these. XP
Yes- as do I! I hope you'll write a two-shot thingy~~ =D
I'm going to and find your LJ now... XD
admin
Quiet you I've spotted mistakes by you in your posts on this forum as well, *wags finger* and the missing word is lost.
As you can probably guess, I choose to enjoy games such as ludo and not scrabble.
pyro_o
jeez. I LIKE Scrabble, thank you very much.
And I've had less mistakes than you, so quiet! XP
measuring time
(Jeez. I LIKE Scrabble, thank you very much.)
I am not ashamed to admit I am a Scrabble fanatic.
Being the kind of character I am, I only get excited about very few things. Playing Scrabble is one of them. My friends are often disturbed, as my eyes take on this "unstable" light, apparently.
I just adore words. To the point I read dictionaries when I was young. To the point I would take higher grade's vocabulary sheets and read them. In fact, I still read dictionaries. They're very soothing.
pyro_o
Wow.. I read dictionaries.. but not in English. Makes my head hurt. XP
darkmoon13
they do say its always the quiet ones. ^^ liked your story and your details made me feel like i was right there. i only read a dictionary once and i really didn't get very far. im good at spelling though which is a pain sometimes since no one else in my family can so there always asking me. ive hear do ludo but haven't played and i only played floor hockey once. not very good at it though.^^
admin
*stares drooling at darkmoon* speeeelling *__* if only I had that ability. *shakes head* yes *cough* anyway, yea like no way I'm reading a dictionary. It's just not gonna help my spelling-practicing and making an effort will. *sigh*
pyro_o
We're just lucky you have a beta. 8D
I edit all my own work, so there are a lot of spelling mistakes that I miss. XD
admin
I have no beta, aside from your spelling nazi tendencies any beta I owned clearly ditched me a looong time ago. They didn't even begin to beta for me. Alas.....
