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HM:Ch1 Smile for MeSix in the morning, the sound of the eggs frying in the pan echoed through the living room as I make breakfast for my brother. I had woken up thirty minutes earlier, like usual, and had taken care of my chores. My brother, Yuuki, in the other hand, was still resting his eyes. As I was scooping up the fried egg and gently placing it on the plate: next to the buttered toast and orange, there was a knock on the door; I went to answer it, as I wiped my hands on the apron. Onto the tip of my toes, I looked through the peep hole (a habit of mine that I brought with me from the city) and saw a man of red hair spiked back. Lowering myself, I opened the door by just a crack that was big enough for me to peek through. The man looked down to me, seeing as how I'm shorter than him; much shorter, he had a surprised expression on his face. Between the two of us, there was a silence; he seemed confused about my appearance. As the silence continued, it became quite uncomfortable, so I spoke up.
Wizard's Confession 3Dear Wizard, you're so kind to listen to what fills my heart with sadness. Why isn't there anyone else in the world like you? Well, maybe besides those on the island, but telling you relieves me. It makes my worries disappear, while your smile brightens my day. What are these feelings ?
Is it alright to just burst in? Maybe a knock or two is fine. Recollecting myself, I brought my fist up to the door and knocked on it lightly. Grabbing hold of the door knob, I turned it slowly, opening it to a wizard standing in next to his crystal ball. "Hello Wizard!" I greeted to him with my usual cheery tone. "Hello." He said, returning the greeting. I smiled as he would smile back to me, showing that he enjoyed my daily company. "Oh, that's right!" I began, rummaging through my rucksack, pulling out a thermostat with coffee inside. "I brewed this for you this morning." His eyes widened up in surprise. "Thank you." He replied, "I love this." He smiled once more, making my heart ski
Wizard's Confession Part 2"I never asked you to earn me. I want only that you should need me. Your path is not one of merit. Bring the recurring desires of your mind to me, every time they emerge. They cannot shock me, for I willed them! Bring me your confusion, your fear, your craving, your anxiety, your inability to love the world, your hesitation to serve, your jealousy, all the deficiencies that defy your spiritual disciplines."
My first impression of Chase was back when I stumbled upon him and Maya back at Brass bar. I was there to ask Kathy something of utter importance, but instead I ran into the two. "THIS IS TERRIBLE!" he shouted, spitting up bits of food as Maya furrowed her eyebrows.
"What? But I followed your instructions exactly!" she spoke as Chase looked to her, glaring. "Well then, I suppose you missed a step or ALL! I don't understand why I agreed to teach you!" Scary was the first thought that crossed my mind when I watched them as Maya was brought to tears running out of the Bar.
Wizard's Confession Part 1He spoke ordinary words, and even if they were so, I felt what I haven't felt before. Using gentle words to shelter me, his words were like a dream. I still relive that dream, because it isn't over yet.
The wizard pushed me down onto the bed, his lustful gaze fell upon me. I felt my cheeks and ears heating up as we made eye contact for a second or so before I turned away. Releasing his grip on my hand, he laid it on my cheeks as he turned my head to face his. Our lips touched; his soft, smooth lips which seem to be taking my breath with the kiss. As he pulled away, leaving me breathless, he whispered to me in his soft, quiet voice:
"Ah--chuu!" I sneezed, sitting up with Tsubaki laying down next to me. His tail swung back and forth next to my face, having me realize that his tail had woken me up from a wonderful dream. I groaned, but let go of the disappointment, for today is another day, and I can't start out with a foul mood. "Are you hungry?" I asked my felin
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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