Post by Lea on Feb 29, 2012 11:47:24 GMT -5
WARNING: This may leave you in tears. It is also only as canon as Wresie allows it to be, and spoils plot developments involving Midori.
It's also incredibly terrible and I probably deserve to be shot for writing it. Although Wresie swears that I don't.
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It was late; he knew he couldn’t get caught, that if he did, he would be done for. But Seifer was counting on him, and for once in his life, he’d found somewhere to belong. He slipped out the window, landing softly on the ground with the reflexes and strength his father had left him. Reflexes and strength that he could put to good use for the Scarves’ cause.
He’d taken the time to dress for the occasion in the clothes he usually wore for these kinds of ‘missions’ – a black coat, easier for him to hide in darkness with, and the trademark Scarf. His was black, tied like a band around his head that he often used as a blindfold, to help sharpen his other senses. The Blades were evil – and he could sense it.
“Dori, where are you going?”
He froze, turning to see the blue-haired form of his younger twin, standing in the doorway. He muttered balefully under his breath. “Sini, go back to bed. It’s none of your business.”
The blunette crossed his arms and pouted, prompting a silent eye-roll from his brother. “No! If you don’t tell me what you’re doing, I’m telling Mom! I’ve seen you sneaking out every night, you can’t tell me you’re not!”
“Not every night!” he said… then sighed, crossing his own arms. “I told you, Sini, it’s none of your business. And it’s none of Mom’s, either! I’m tired of you two always spying on me! I’m my own person and I can make my own choices!" He shook his head. "I have to go, Sini – I’ve got people who are counting on me.” He turned and started to leave, but Sini ran up and grabbed his arm.
“Dori! Stop it! Stop talking about Mom like that, she does the best she can!”
“Oh, yeah, cheating on Dad with that blonde muscleman is doing her best!” Dori yelled, pulling out of Sini’s grip.
Sini’s eyes narrowed. “How could you say that?! Last time I checked, Dad isn’t around! And hasn’t been around since, well, ever? Mom’s been working her butt off for us, and when she’s finally happy, that’s what you say?!” He shook his head. “How could you?!”
“Maybe I just see things a little more clearly than you do!” He turned to leave again, just as he heard footsteps coming closer. Oh, what now, he thought, exasperated.
“Hey, Midori!” he heard as a muscular, older boy walked over. “What’s taking you so long? Seifer’s waitin’, y’know?!”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m just dealing with some unfinished business,” he said, shooting a glare and Sini, who looked, frankly, confused.
The older boy took a look at Sini and blinked. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to be interruptin’, y’know?”
A thin girl with hair almost the same shade as Midori’s stepped lightly up behind him, shaking her head. “Busted,” she said quietly.
Sini’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Dori, who are these people?”
“We’re the Scarves, y’know?! Don’t you forget it, y’know!?”
“Allies.”
He glanced at the two of them, then back at Sini. “Yeah, that’s right, Sini. These are my new friends. Friends who give a crap about what I want. Friends who let me do stuff for myself. Friends who don’t spy on me, who give me a place to belong. I’m one of the Scarves, now, Sini – simple as that. Go ahead and tell Mom, I don’t give a crap anymore.”
Sini shook his head. “Th-That can’t be right!” he cried. “You can’t just abandon us! ‘Sides, you can’t be a member of the Scarves! Lea told me that only Halfers can be Scarves!”
He laughed, a dark, bitter sound. “You really are good at deluding yourself, huh, Sini. What, you thought we had our powers for no reason? That we’re stronger, more agile, and heal faster than everyone else because we were Otherborn?!”
“We are Otherborn, Dori!” Sini said. “We got our powers from Mom! Stop lying!”
“Yeah, you just keep telling yourself I’m lying! Meanwhile, I’m gonna go find Dad. With the Scarves’ help. You live your stupid normal life with Mom and her stupid boyfriend and forget all about everything that makes who we are! Pretend it doesn’t matter! Well, to me, it matters, Sini! We’re Halfers. Both of us. Plain and simple. And I’m going, with my Halfer gang, to go to fight a demon, while you just ignore everything. Tell Mom I don’t need her anymore! I don’t need any of you!”
Then he turned and ran off, pulling the blindfold down over his eyes. His two gang-mates stood for a split second, looking helplessly at each other, before taking off after him.
And Sini, tears streaming from his eyes, hit his knees, grappling in his mind with a truth he coldn’t accept, and couldn’t deny.
It's also incredibly terrible and I probably deserve to be shot for writing it. Although Wresie swears that I don't.
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It was late; he knew he couldn’t get caught, that if he did, he would be done for. But Seifer was counting on him, and for once in his life, he’d found somewhere to belong. He slipped out the window, landing softly on the ground with the reflexes and strength his father had left him. Reflexes and strength that he could put to good use for the Scarves’ cause.
He’d taken the time to dress for the occasion in the clothes he usually wore for these kinds of ‘missions’ – a black coat, easier for him to hide in darkness with, and the trademark Scarf. His was black, tied like a band around his head that he often used as a blindfold, to help sharpen his other senses. The Blades were evil – and he could sense it.
“Dori, where are you going?”
He froze, turning to see the blue-haired form of his younger twin, standing in the doorway. He muttered balefully under his breath. “Sini, go back to bed. It’s none of your business.”
The blunette crossed his arms and pouted, prompting a silent eye-roll from his brother. “No! If you don’t tell me what you’re doing, I’m telling Mom! I’ve seen you sneaking out every night, you can’t tell me you’re not!”
“Not every night!” he said… then sighed, crossing his own arms. “I told you, Sini, it’s none of your business. And it’s none of Mom’s, either! I’m tired of you two always spying on me! I’m my own person and I can make my own choices!" He shook his head. "I have to go, Sini – I’ve got people who are counting on me.” He turned and started to leave, but Sini ran up and grabbed his arm.
“Dori! Stop it! Stop talking about Mom like that, she does the best she can!”
“Oh, yeah, cheating on Dad with that blonde muscleman is doing her best!” Dori yelled, pulling out of Sini’s grip.
Sini’s eyes narrowed. “How could you say that?! Last time I checked, Dad isn’t around! And hasn’t been around since, well, ever? Mom’s been working her butt off for us, and when she’s finally happy, that’s what you say?!” He shook his head. “How could you?!”
“Maybe I just see things a little more clearly than you do!” He turned to leave again, just as he heard footsteps coming closer. Oh, what now, he thought, exasperated.
“Hey, Midori!” he heard as a muscular, older boy walked over. “What’s taking you so long? Seifer’s waitin’, y’know?!”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m just dealing with some unfinished business,” he said, shooting a glare and Sini, who looked, frankly, confused.
The older boy took a look at Sini and blinked. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to be interruptin’, y’know?”
A thin girl with hair almost the same shade as Midori’s stepped lightly up behind him, shaking her head. “Busted,” she said quietly.
Sini’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Dori, who are these people?”
“We’re the Scarves, y’know?! Don’t you forget it, y’know!?”
“Allies.”
He glanced at the two of them, then back at Sini. “Yeah, that’s right, Sini. These are my new friends. Friends who give a crap about what I want. Friends who let me do stuff for myself. Friends who don’t spy on me, who give me a place to belong. I’m one of the Scarves, now, Sini – simple as that. Go ahead and tell Mom, I don’t give a crap anymore.”
Sini shook his head. “Th-That can’t be right!” he cried. “You can’t just abandon us! ‘Sides, you can’t be a member of the Scarves! Lea told me that only Halfers can be Scarves!”
He laughed, a dark, bitter sound. “You really are good at deluding yourself, huh, Sini. What, you thought we had our powers for no reason? That we’re stronger, more agile, and heal faster than everyone else because we were Otherborn?!”
“We are Otherborn, Dori!” Sini said. “We got our powers from Mom! Stop lying!”
“Yeah, you just keep telling yourself I’m lying! Meanwhile, I’m gonna go find Dad. With the Scarves’ help. You live your stupid normal life with Mom and her stupid boyfriend and forget all about everything that makes who we are! Pretend it doesn’t matter! Well, to me, it matters, Sini! We’re Halfers. Both of us. Plain and simple. And I’m going, with my Halfer gang, to go to fight a demon, while you just ignore everything. Tell Mom I don’t need her anymore! I don’t need any of you!”
Then he turned and ran off, pulling the blindfold down over his eyes. His two gang-mates stood for a split second, looking helplessly at each other, before taking off after him.
And Sini, tears streaming from his eyes, hit his knees, grappling in his mind with a truth he coldn’t accept, and couldn’t deny.
“DORIIIII!!!!”
