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trans_92012-02-26 12:28 pm
moms_temperment) wrote in trans_92012-02-26 12:28 pm
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I believe that eventually we'll get what we're after [Open]
Hana had, of course, been napping when he’d felt something that stirred him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and yawned. Rubbing his face, he sat up and ran a hand through his untameable mane of hair.
He could have sworn—There! He’d felt it again. Suddenly wide awake, he pushed himself up off the sofa he’d been resting on and stood still, waiting for the feeling again.
It was faint. But it was there. A pull. A call. And he knew it. He’d been waiting for it. Hoping for it.
He looked around. He was alone aside from aside from Taro, who was napping up on one of the rafters. Clearly, he hadn’t felt anything.
Well, he wasn’t really alone, because he was at Ruffs place, so the ghosts were here. He watched them to see their reaction. Most of them were pretty set on their own business and a few were curious about what had suddenly woken Hana up (because he had a reputation of sleeping like one of them), but none gave an indication of sensing the same thing he had.
But he was certain- Yes! Definitely this time. A little clearer. More desperate.
This time, a few spirits stirred and looked about confused before turning to Hana for confirmation. He didn’t say anything, he could feel something stirring within him and he wasn’t sure if he should let it out.
Summoning his resolve, Hana broke into a run and burst out of the front door, making his way down the street like a shot. The spirits called after him, but he ignored them in favour of that weaker cry that tugged at his soul.
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It seemed like forever but he followed the calling, it growing stronger and stronger until he reached the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. Hana knew this place. He’d been a million times looking for…
Well, needless to say, he’d never found it. And he’d not been back since the robot battles.
But today, something was different. From within was a feeling that practically screamed for him to come closer. It was so familiar. It coiled around his soul and beckoned him.
As he went inside, he walked with purpose. His previous visits where often desperate, disorganized searches and always fruitless, but this time, he knew exactly where to go.
Hana didn’t know how long he walked in the locker, or how far in, the place was huge, but he did know he never felt lost, the call told him exactly where to go.
Finally, there. On one of the lower shelves. Breath catching in his chest, he crouched. This was it. The moment of truth. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he raised his hand to gently push aside some kind of sword and see what lay behind it.
There it stood there. So bold and clear some far part of couldn’t believe he’d ever missed it.
A mortuary tablet.
Hana suddenly became aware of something wet trailing down his cheeks and he didn’t know he’d been holding his breath until he let out a sob. The feeling was now pulling him with such desperation he felt part of him might tear off.
His fingers reached out and wrapped around black, deceptively simple looking object. From within the smooth, black carving a wave of emotions washed over his soul.
It was so happy to see him. And he was so happy to see it. And so sorry he’d not found it sooner. So sorry that he’d ever given up. How could have been so cruel and thoughtless?
The tablet wrapped his guilt up in understanding and forgiveness.
Hana pulled it to his chest and wept openly for what seemed like hours as the soul from within embraced his.
Once his face was completely tear stained and droplets of salty water had coated the top of the tablet, Hana opened his swollen, red eyes and looked at the object he’d pressed against his heart. A grin of pure joy broke out across his face.
“Hey, buddy.”
“I missed you.”
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Hana was laid on one of the patches of grass in Ruffnut’s garden, grinning madly up at the sky. He’s completely immersed with chatting the ghosts around him, which obviously means to a lot of people he appears to be laughing and joking with himself, but it seems Hana couldn’t care less, because his face holds a look of total happiness.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and yawned. Rubbing his face, he sat up and ran a hand through his untameable mane of hair.
He could have sworn—There! He’d felt it again. Suddenly wide awake, he pushed himself up off the sofa he’d been resting on and stood still, waiting for the feeling again.
It was faint. But it was there. A pull. A call. And he knew it. He’d been waiting for it. Hoping for it.
He looked around. He was alone aside from aside from Taro, who was napping up on one of the rafters. Clearly, he hadn’t felt anything.
Well, he wasn’t really alone, because he was at Ruffs place, so the ghosts were here. He watched them to see their reaction. Most of them were pretty set on their own business and a few were curious about what had suddenly woken Hana up (because he had a reputation of sleeping like one of them), but none gave an indication of sensing the same thing he had.
But he was certain- Yes! Definitely this time. A little clearer. More desperate.
This time, a few spirits stirred and looked about confused before turning to Hana for confirmation. He didn’t say anything, he could feel something stirring within him and he wasn’t sure if he should let it out.
Summoning his resolve, Hana broke into a run and burst out of the front door, making his way down the street like a shot. The spirits called after him, but he ignored them in favour of that weaker cry that tugged at his soul.
**********************************
It seemed like forever but he followed the calling, it growing stronger and stronger until he reached the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. Hana knew this place. He’d been a million times looking for…
Well, needless to say, he’d never found it. And he’d not been back since the robot battles.
But today, something was different. From within was a feeling that practically screamed for him to come closer. It was so familiar. It coiled around his soul and beckoned him.
As he went inside, he walked with purpose. His previous visits where often desperate, disorganized searches and always fruitless, but this time, he knew exactly where to go.
Hana didn’t know how long he walked in the locker, or how far in, the place was huge, but he did know he never felt lost, the call told him exactly where to go.
Finally, there. On one of the lower shelves. Breath catching in his chest, he crouched. This was it. The moment of truth. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he raised his hand to gently push aside some kind of sword and see what lay behind it.
There it stood there. So bold and clear some far part of couldn’t believe he’d ever missed it.
A mortuary tablet.
Hana suddenly became aware of something wet trailing down his cheeks and he didn’t know he’d been holding his breath until he let out a sob. The feeling was now pulling him with such desperation he felt part of him might tear off.
His fingers reached out and wrapped around black, deceptively simple looking object. From within the smooth, black carving a wave of emotions washed over his soul.
It was so happy to see him. And he was so happy to see it. And so sorry he’d not found it sooner. So sorry that he’d ever given up. How could have been so cruel and thoughtless?
The tablet wrapped his guilt up in understanding and forgiveness.
Hana pulled it to his chest and wept openly for what seemed like hours as the soul from within embraced his.
Once his face was completely tear stained and droplets of salty water had coated the top of the tablet, Hana opened his swollen, red eyes and looked at the object he’d pressed against his heart. A grin of pure joy broke out across his face.
“Hey, buddy.”
“I missed you.”
**********************************
Hana was laid on one of the patches of grass in Ruffnut’s garden, grinning madly up at the sky. He’s completely immersed with chatting the ghosts around him, which obviously means to a lot of people he appears to be laughing and joking with himself, but it seems Hana couldn’t care less, because his face holds a look of total happiness.
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But she was paying careful attention to what happened next. What Ruffnut decided to do next depended on how she used her own instincts. If she didn't use them wisely, teh battle would be over pretty soon.
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Hana grinned at Ruffnut from over his weapon and began chuckling, dropping his whole stance and defense. Totally relaxed despite the threatening blade still attached to his arm.
"Well, what do ya think?"
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"Totally awesome!!!!" And she felt pride in having helped him show off. "Dude you are gonna be so bad ass!"
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She shook her head. "It was pretty awesome if you like all that flash and skulls and shit, very anime. Can't complain though."
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Hana blinked confused at Hit Girl's comment and looked at his weapon before casting Hit Girl a wary glance. "Oh... Um... Thanks? I think..."
He just couldn't catch a break with her it seemed.
"It's not supposed to be flashy it's just... What it is."
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But there was a smile creeping on her lips, and she walked over, punching him in the arm. "Congratulations, man. I'm glad you have your strength back."
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When Mindy came over though his smile grew into his naturally large grin and he gave a sigh of relief. “Heh, thanks.”
He turned his head to speak to his weapon. “See? Told you they’d like it.” And suddenly the thing had eyes again.
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She shook her head. "Next time she fights you Hana, she'll be ready. If anything, we'll probably all learn something if we train together."
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"I hope so. We don't wanna fall behind from you, Mindy."
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"I learned plenty just from that little round." She declared proudly.
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"Really? What did you learn then?"
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"You were right." It said in a masculine, echoing voice that didn't really match it's current form. "Your friends are strong. If eccentric."
Hana grinned. "Yep. But you should be used to that what with the people dad hangs out with."
The wisp gave a sigh, but nodded and matched Hana's grin with a smile.
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The wisp floated right infront of his face. “Hana! You shouldn’t be so rude!” It berated, but Hana seemed rather unimpressed and replied with a pout and glare.
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"Hey...guy. How are you?"
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The wisp kind of, sort of lowered its head in respectful greeting. It was odd, considering it had no neck to speak of, but the movements and intention were still there.
“A pleasure, young warriors. My name is Amidamaru. I’m Master Hana’s guardian ghost.”
He seemed to have a very old, formal way of speaking, which Hana waved off as he explained to his friends. “Yeh, you can probably tell, he doesn’t always look like this. It’s just for convenience. Anyway, this is Amidamaru. The one I told you about.”
Amidamaru looked at Hana in pleased surprise. “You spoke about me?”
“Only a little, geeze. Don’t get so big headed.”
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"I'm Hit Girl. I'm the one that makes sure that Hana doesn't get a swelled head either."
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