"When someone dies, they usually linger on, around us, where they revisit all the memories they have in the mortal world before they go on to the next world. People don't always fade, those who cant let go cling on to their living loved ones, like a parasite. Feeding on their loved ones sadness, haunting them until finally, the emotion of not being seen, not being known to be there drives them mad, and then... they turn vengeful, into "hollows".

But... in some rare cases, people fade, not because they don't let go, but because everyone believe that he's dead. Those beings we call "seraphim". These people aren't really dead, but rather, in limbo, where their spirits have the ability to move away from their shell, yet they can't die just yet.

If we believe that he's dead, that he won't come back, he fades, slowly, gradually he recedes and then he is gone.

For good.

Remember me, Aquene."

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It occurred to me that there were very little explanations on haunting and such. So it sparked me to write this, something I want to someday write into a story when I get the inspiration. Till then, it just stays here as a short excerpt.

Cross-country? I walked all the way, and dragged SM into a run every once in a while when I got bored. Not that it helped my pace. We started out slow basically, and allowed so many people to over take us that even if I sprinted the whole way I wouldn't make it to top 100.

Went back to NCPS again yesterday. Met up with Leona, Tsuki(aka Audrey "1") and Theodora once again. It was kinda fun to see everyone again. Except some people -shifty eyes- like that Hacker, and the other Catholic High NCCian who isn't paired up with MH. I simply gave them the cold shoulder ignored them for the whole day just because I can. and also because they are the two guys that I remember for life for one thing.

That I hate them. No matter what, I just hate them. Or maybe I'm neutral, since I don't ever want to see them again.

And anyway, I don't know what's wrong with them. They group together, ignore her as if she isn't there even if she tries to speak to them. And they were friends just the day before. I think it hurts her more than she thinks it does. Sad how people are just like that, I wish I knew why even if it's none of my business. Sorry for side-tracking to talk about someone else =X Well anyway...

T and I took the chance to gate-crash Tsuki's house. Tsuki's portfolio has a multitude of changed styles. I still prefer the usual Tsuki style, "semi-chibism", I find it adorable. Tsuki says my style is still the same, after all the years. I wonder if that's good.

Frequency is giving me the emo look once more, I always draw him in the same place, same clothing worn in the same style, with almost the same items. A bow and a couple of arrows. I may have an affinity with water or not. I can draw characters looking like they just got a shower but I can't figure out the surface ripples.

Not that I want to care, my head feels odd like I've got a blocked nose and stuff.

How does one cure the feeling of being light-headed?

Warning: A lot of crazy humour in here, where Shiroe should've been Taiiru but... yeah xD Enjoy the craziness of teh 1337 Drabbler! I'm not responsible of any content written here, but I did supply a lot of the adjectives... nouns, verbs... oh! and people's names/gender! xDDDD
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Beautiful Lang Syne

Taiiru sipped expressionlessly at his drink and stood beautiful behind his cloak. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel Quiet and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how interesting his face became when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Taiiru knew very well why he was at the party: to see Shiroe.

Ah, Shiroe. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her glorious face made Taiiru's heart beat as they said, curiosity killed the cat, and so, she proved it to be..

But tonight everyone was masked. Taiiru peered slyly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Shiroe. There, he thought, the woman over by the Dagger, the silent one with the Cat mask. It had to be Shiroe. No one else could look so serious, even in a Cat mask.

She began to walk Taiiru's way and Taiiru started to panic. What if she actually talked to Taiiru?

Shiroe came right up to Taiiru and Taiiru thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Shiroe said teasingly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the Candle," Taiiru said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so formal.

Just then, a bright voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Taiiru's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Shiroe might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Shiroe swept Taiiru into her arms, bent him on the ledge, and kissed Taiiru smilessly, slipping him the tongue and groping his neck.(OW!)

Taiiru could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out blankly and pulled Shiroe's mask off her face. It was her! "I knew it was you," Taiiru said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Shiroe said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Taiiru watched her go. She would be right back, Taiiru was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.

And then they would fall in love.