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 Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 2:00 pm
 NOT REALLY ALONEI met someone today. Someone quite...different...than anyone I have ever met before. I am...not all that certain of how to handle him at times, though I do not wish to cause him distress. Our meeting was quite by chance, and despite the fact that we have only known each other a short while, I am...quite intrigued by him.
His name is Huang-Fu Lee, and he is a Legionnaire boy a few years younger than I am. Of average height, with a well muscled body and an attractive face, Huang is a quiet individual, though quite eager to become my pupil. I first met him while I was scavenging through the marshlands in search of more materials to make my arrows with. I was not expecting to meet anyone else there, but alas, I was taken by surprise. I did not hit him when I loosed my arrow in his direction, but it penetrated the tree right beside him, which I believed alarmed him quite a bit. It was quite the dramatic meeting, but once I discovered his alliance, I let the initial caution dissipate. His training was quite unstable, so I attempted to help him correct whatever he was mistaken. In three days we shall meet again, after he has completed some exercises I gave him.
I look forward to seeing him once more. He is quite...different.
Three days have passed and I do not...know where exactly I must start. I am unsure as how to proceed, considering what has happened, and I am still...attempting to get my mind around everything that did occur. I will start...at the beginning.
After the three days were up, Huang-Fu came to the Qian Household. I greeted him warmly, introduced him to my father, and then took him to the inner sanctum located at the center of the house.
It was there that things went...differently...than expected.
At first we simply talked. I observed his behavior. He told me about the death of someone he cared for, someone he loved: his childhood friend Yuan. I pressed him further, and he broke. We began to fight. I must admit here that I wished for him to break. To let go of the insurmountable rage and despair he has carried within him for so many years. I pushed him too hard, and he lashed out at him. I am afraid that he may have cracked one of my ribs, but no matter. Once he realized what I was saying, Huang-Fu collapsed. And I made him a promise. a solemn vow to always be by his side, to protect him and care for him, to make sure that his life was safe.
He called me the "master of his soul." It is a heavy phrase, a heavy burden, but one that I take willingly.
Afterwards, he could barely stand from exhaustion, so I carried him back to the house and let him rest in my bed. The overwhelming exertion must have gotten to him, however, for he developed a fever. I cared for him while he slept, but I am afraid that the fever caused a sense of delirium, and he awoke. He was quite adamant that he was, in fact, perfectly fine. And then he kissed me.
It was...not upleasant, though I was quite shocked and unable to react for quite a few moments. After a bit of struggling to get him back into the bed, Huang fell asleep on top of me. I managed to move him back onto the futon, where I lay beside him, but my mind went in circles for quite some time before sleep managed to take me. Before he fell back into sleep, Huang had asked me whether or not I had been in love. After I stammered out some absurd reply, he told me he was in love with me.
Love.
I do not understand this word. I am not a particularly good judge of character, so I do not know how to distinguish love from other emotions. What causes love? What is its meaning? Is there some sort of process one must go through to decipher if the flood of emotions they feel is, in fact, love? How does one distinguish between love and a simple affection for another person?
I am...unsure as to my own feelings. But it is late, and Huang is asleep. I must sleep as well.
I will write more later.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 3:28 pm
SEWER RATI do not even know where I am to start. So much has happened that my mind has been constantly in turmoil in my attempts to try and comprehend everything. I will try to write everything down in my rather complicated attempt to clear my head.
I suppose the first thing I must say is something of a rather sensitive nature. I am...rather uncertain...of saying it, for I fear that in actually writing it down in so many words will be admitting something. But I must, so here it is:
Somehow...in some way, or another...I have stumbled into a relationship with none other than Bataar Jaoret.
Yes, I am afraid you read that correctly. Bataar, whom I have despised for so long, who I have fought with on several occasions, who I have argued with constantly since our first meeting. Bataar, who I shot through the leg during one of our beginning fights with an arrow and who knocked me out while fighting in a fountain in the middle of a street. Through a series of events that even I have trouble accepting, I have found myself, quite unexpectedly, in a romantic relationship with Bataar. However, I suppose I should explain how things came about.
A few days ago I was walking through the back streets of Lunaria when I stumbled upon a most disgusting Bataar sleeping in a filthy street (with my cloak, I might add). I dragged him to the bathhouse, where I forced him to undress and all but pushed him into the water. I myself also got in, but while I was in the midst of washing his hair, Bataar became quite...unusual. He was leaning quite heavily against me, and I fear I became quite flustered at this close attention. I warned him not try anything. However, it was soon discovered that the heat from the water had affected him, and, to my surprise, he fainted.
With some help, I managed to get Bataar back to his tent (which resides in the backyard of the elusive Kyung, I might add). Once he woke up, Bataar, being the moronic lump that he is, accused me of raping him (though I doubt very much he actually knows the true meaning of the word). We argued for quite some time, but the heat had gotten to him and he began coughing. When I leaned over to feel his forehead for a fever...Bataar kissed me.
I feel I should admit that while I was quite shocked, it was not...unpleasant. I had expected it to be foul, to be a horrendous experience like the times we had kissed previously, but it was quite the opposite this time. It was...pleasant...and regrettably...I enjoyed it. Far too much. Afterwards, Bataar made yet another one of his mocking comments...and in retaliation, I kissed him again. Though this time it was quite a bit more passionately and fervent than before.
After that, I pressured Bataar until he, laughing, went back to sleep. I lay beside him and also slept until the next morning, and then I returned to my own household.
A few days later...everything changed once more.
I was crossing through main street when I stumbled upon Bataar once more. This time he was (quite unsuccessfully) attempting to coerce a poor, terrified young girl into a relationship with him. Once I had interjected and the girl had escaped, Bataar, in an attempt to prove his "manliness" now proclaimed that I would be his girlfriend. After quite a bit of useless arguing with him, I found myself agreeing, and Bataar quite happily decided to take me on a date.
...I feel I should point out here that Bataar's idea of a "date" and my own views on what a date should be (though I have no personal experience with romance) are vastly different. I had to point out several times that placing an apple atop my head and then attempting to shoot it with an arrow was, in fact, not considered a date. After much more arguing and much more fighting, Bataar (although he did not apologize) was...uncharacteristically gentleman like and became quite...sweet. He gave me a flower (which is quite feminine, but the underlying meaning was well-intended), and I accepted his advances.
After the incident with the arrow, Bataar and I, in our attempt to discover what to do for a second outing, stumbled upon a tavern where, to my great disappointment, managed to drink quite a large quantity of ale.
...I do not remember what happened that night. Which is quite a large problem, as I am writing this the morning after the fact. Bataar has gone down to bathe, and I will soon join him, once I finish writing this.
I am still unsure of many things.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:56 pm
WILD, WILD BUT INNOCENTI met someone today who quite...fascinated me. His name is Yuudai.
A few hours earlier in the day, his sister had approached me with the desire to receive a tattoo. I obliged her, she paid, and once we were ensconced in one of my father's preparatory rooms, I began. However, just as I was nearing completion of the tattoo, a most distraught and irritated young man came barging in. He introduced himself as the young woman's brother and then proceeded to argue with her for several minutes while I finished my work. Once I was done, the young woman left, and I found myself alone with her brother, Yuudai.
At first, he was quiet, silently irritated. It was only after I began cleaning my instruments that he spoke, and when he did it was deeper and much more...how shall I say this...personal, than I would have thought. It surprised me, but it was not altogether unpleasant. He seems like a very strong-hearted young man. I invited him back to my home for a midday meal, but embarrassingly enough, I was forced to admit my incompetence in cooking. However, Yuudai seemed more than happy to remedy the situation by preparing a few tasty dishes. We spoke more, and I must admit that the conversation was far more...interesting, than I would have thought. He is an intelligent man, but his thoughts are very clearly set and very hard to sway. We have differences of opinion on several subjects, but it was somewhat liberating to be able to discuss them with a new person.
After a while, Yuudai left (no doubt to find out where his reckless sister had gone) but I am curious to know whether or not I will see him again. I am not sure, but I do not think I will be unhappy if I do. He was rather entertaining, after all.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:10 pm
WAIT...WHAT IS THAT?Before I retell the events of what has just occurred, I would like to point out one very important detail:
Nothing that transpired was my fault. Also that my boyfriend, as much as I...admire him...is somewhat of an idiot at times.
After waking up that morning with absolutely no recollection of the night previous, I made my way down to the baths in search of Bataar. I found, to my great surprise, not only Bataar, but none other than the innkeeper I met previously, Koga Yuudai.
Also, though I hate to admit it, Bataar was quite nude. He proclaimed that he wanted Yuudai to bathe him and to wash him, and that he came to his inn quite often in exchange for food. Apparently he did not see fit to tell me this, so I was taken much by surprise in this. Yuudai directed me to the room where I could change. However, while I was occupied, the innkeeper discovered something quite...unusual. When I came back to ask what was the matter, I found out a quite horrifying truth - that, while under the influence of a significant amount of alcohol, Bataar and I had someone managed to get ourselves matching tattoos with each other's names enscribed upon our lower backs.
I found this to be quite disturbing. Bataar, of course, declared his love for this new tattoo, as I half expected him to. As for the innkeeper, Yuudai...he seemed to be quite put out by the fact that Bataar had not told him that he was in a relationship with A) a man, and B) myself, the tattoo artist who so offensively marred his sister. He and I quarreled for quite some time over this, as well as with Bataar, who was becoming increasingly frustrated with the entire situation. At the height of his irritation, he snapped, and wound up tossing both myself and Yuudai into the hot baths, then leaping in himself.
I am afraid at this point, I rather lost it. I flung myself on Bataar in an attempt to strangle him, and the result was that Bataar fainted (again) and I was forced to drag his lifeless body from the baths (with just a little bit of help from Yuudai, though it was unnecessary). Once we managed to get Bataar back up to the room he and I shared, we covered him and then Yuudai and I went to fetch ourselves some breakfast.
I am not too sure of how things will change because of this incident. Bataar and I have obviously, in a moment of drunken stupidity, branded ourselves forever with this mark on our backs. And it seems as if I will be seeing more of this innkeeper, of this Yuudai, as Bataar seems to think that it is the only way to get food.
...I dislike this situation greatly. But I will do what I can with what I have. Either way, I feel as if something large is coming our way, though I do not know what.
I just hope that it does not compromise that which I have worked so hard to achieve.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:08 am
"C" IS FOR CATI discovered something new today:
Teaching Bataar to read was quite possibly one of the most idiotic ideas I have ever had the displeasure of having.
This may seem like quite an obvious statement, but despite the fact that Bataar tends to act like a moron sometimes, he is quite intelligent underneath all of his...idiocy. Well, at least at times he is. Other times I wonder seriously about him.
A few days ago, I was bringing some food to Bataar. When I entered his yurt, he was doing something with what appeared to be a small writing book. While he was eating, I took a few glances at the book and found nothing more than childish scribbles and a few messy renditions of stick figures that appeared to look vaguely like myself. When I asked Bataar what it was, he said, quite uninterestedly, that it was a journal his mother had given to him to record his daily events in. It was here that I discovered the most startling and awful news:
Bataar cannot read.
Or write, for that matter. I told him that I was determined to fix this problem in exchange for a "surprise." I will admit that I was a bit surprised, but I did not dwell on it. However, when I tried to teach Bataar, he was most obstinate and began to write the letters in the opposite direction. When I told him that he was mistaken, he got upset, and I am ashamed to admit that it resulted in a fight - which Bataar won.
He also very nearly broke my wrist in the process. As it is, my arm is quite swollen and red, with a rather large and nasty bruise going entirely around my wrist and most of my hand. This was the result of attempting to block a direct hit to my face from Bataar's fist; a mistake I need to never do again. It distresses me, for I cannot pull a bow string as well as I could before, and it puts me in a great deal of pain do even shoot. I am quite...humiliated...at this turn of events, though I do not believe Bataar is at all ashamed of how he treated me.
At least I was able to call him fat.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:22 am
SIZE 0 IS NOT FATI would just like to point out how incredibly unfair it is for me to lose a fight to a man who had been practically starving himself for over a week.
Bataar asked me to meet him one afternoon outside of the Ichi-Koi Inn and Bar. When I found him, he was quite unlike himself; very lethargic, quite pale and sweaty. When I asked him what was the matter, I discovered that he had, in fact, kept himself from eating for quite some time. This was due to my flippant comment earlier about him being fat, though I did not mean it when I said it. Bataar is by no means overweight; on the contrary, his body is quite excellent, with the perfect amount of muscular definition. To say he is strong is an understatement; Bataar is by far one one of the most well defined men I have ever seen.
Though apparently one of the most insecure as well.
I took him back to my house and gave him food. While there, Bataar and I, being the pair that we are, managed to start bickering once more and ended up in yet another fight. This was mainly due to the fact that Bataar called me scrawny and also the fact that he twisted my wrist - the same wrist he had sprained several days previous. It was agony, and so we began to fight...though I feel I should admit that during our fight I was constantly distracted by Bataar, to the point where I kissed him rather fervently in the midst of our fighting. There was also the incident where he kissed my injured wrist.
I have the distinct feeling that Bataar was taunting me when he kissed my wrist, so I am attempting not to let it fluster me too badly (though it did at the time). I managed to somehow lose this fight as well, which is quite upsetting, seeing as how I cannot seem to win against him under any circumstance.
Also he left a bruise on my face from hitting me. And he called me scrawny.
I do not appreciate being called scrawny.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:43 pm
UM, A LITTLE HELP HERE?A few days ago, I came upon a most unusual sight - Bataar Jaoret tied upside-down to a tree.
Bataar was quite distressed - I will admit, I was quite no help at all. I was far too busy laughing to do anything useful for at least a few moments. This only served to make him more irritated with me, but after I had managed to get my amusement under control, I helped him down (he somehow fell into my lap again - I am beginning to think that he does this on purpose). We talked for a few moments, but the conversation turned sour very fast and Bataar became quite upset with me because I was still laughing at him. It rapidly descended into yet another fight (which, as everyone has guessed, is quite a normal occurrence in our relationship). Which...I am both happy and pleasantly surprised to announce that I won.
Yes, that was read correctly. I won. Against Bataar Jaoret. Out of every single fight that I have fought with this man (and there have almost been too many to count now), I have never won a single battle...until that day.
It was quite exhilarating. I will admit - I taunted him quite a bit. I simply could not help myself, as it was just too amusing of a situation. I knew it would most likely not come along again, so I found great pleasure in provoking him while I had the chance to.
I know most would find out relationship...unusual, to say the least. After all, it is not common for two people in a romantic relationship to be constantly throwing punches at one another. However, that is simply how our relationship is. It is violent and taunting and irritating and...wonderful.
It is difficult to say how exactly I feel about Bataar; whether or not it is just a simple affection, or perhaps something deeper, or perhaps just a wanting for something that cannot be achieved. When we first met, Bataar attempted to sell me into slavery - not exactly an ideal start to what eventually became a friendly rivalry, a grudging friendship, and finally a romantic relationship. Sometimes I am rather inclined to beat him because his density can be unbelievable at times. Sometimes I envision throttling him in his sleep. And sometimes, just sometimes...I think about the warmth of his hand when he touches my face.
...I sound rather like a female. That is somewhat appalling and disturbing. But unfortunately, there it is. Underneath that moronic mindset and obnoxious personality, Bataar has a good heart.
....Very, very far underneath.
I do not know how long this relationship will last. It could last for days, weeks, months, years. Or it could end tomorrow, for all I am aware of. But whatever the case may be, regardless of anything that may happen, whether good or bad...I am glad to have experienced this relationship. I am happy to have been with Bataar.
...though he still smells rather funny.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:45 pm
BUFF IS BETTERI have found that I very much dislike being called scrawny. Bataar, of course, takes great pleasure in doing exactly that. He taunts me often, using his favorite nickname for me - "pipsqueak."
Of course, for Bataar, this is a term of endearment; a way of showing his affection for me. However, the sad thing is that the name, unfortunately, is relatively true. I do not have anywhere near the excellent body that Bataar has been blessed with, nor do I have the muscular definition of the men I train with. But I am an archer. Someone who's strength lies in their ability to pull back the string of the bow. Yet there is some part of me that longs for more, that is eager to become stronger, to become better. And so I have trained harder. Pushed myself towards the limit. Fought towards what I wanted. It seems that no matter what I do, I cannot achieve that which I want. This became quite clear today, when Bataar came and found me at the training grounds. He was upset that I had not come to see him for several days, and then, most absurdly, proclaimed that I was his "property" and that I was to not abandon him again.
This, of course, resulted in much irritation on my side. I was already wearied and injured from an entire day's worth of fights and hand-to-hand combat, so that is my excuse when I admit that I lost. Again.
So far I have only ever managed to defeat Bataar once. He does not ever admit this, of course (his pride would be too wounded), but it is there anyway. This time he quite easily overtook me and I am afraid that, being already weak, I did not put up much of a fight. I was not pleased that I lost (again), but at the moment I am too tired to write more.
One day I will win.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:45 pm
BACKTRACKING IN THE WOODS
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:47 pm
TRICKS AND PUNISHMENTWhile crossing over Main Street today, I was in the midst of picking up a selection of hand-crafted arrows from Adibah when I came across a most unusual young man. Named Kiran Tambe, he was bright, cheerful, and quite interested in my archery. He asked me several questions about it, as well as asked for a demonstration of my abilities. I replied that I would show him my own skills with a bow if he would, in fact, show me his abilities with hand-to-hand combat. When he accepted this, we moved off of Main Street, so as to not disturb those around us. I showed him what I could do with an arrow when I successfully shot an arrow off of the top of his head. However, when we began to fight face to face, it was evident of one thing:
I was being duped.
Kiran was nothing more than a common, petty thief intent on stealing the coin purse I had kept beneath my armor. This was made clear to me when he attempted to get close enough to reach underneath and steal it. However, I caught him before he could and took him back to my house. As a punishment, I instructed him to clean one of the back tattoo rooms. He tried to escape, as I thought he might, but after I repriminded him, I let him leave.
I do not know why I let him go free. After all, I was made a fool of. He was cocky and overconfident, and his arrogance was a key factor in his getting caught. Young men like that irritate me to no end, and even though I was quite annoyed with that "playful" facade, I still let him go. I suppose it is because there was nothing more than I could have done for him.
Or perhaps I am simply growing soft in my old age.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:49 pm
RIGHT ON TARGETWhile out collecting materials for my arrows this morning, I decided to take a detour and wound up traipsing across the marshlands to visit my old practice field. I had not been there in quite some time, and although it was somewhat overgrown with weeds and shrubbery, I found it to be much the same as it ever was, with the exception of one very small thing.
The boy.
He was standing in the center of the field, simply looking at it. This rather perplexed me, and when I inquired as to his intentions, he said he had just "stumbled across it" one day and found it to be an interesting place. This in of itself was intriguing, and we got to speaking quite a bit. After a while, surprising even myself, I offered to teach him the bow.
I have never taught anyone my bow, not even my siblings. But there was something in his eyes...something that spoke volumes even when his voice did not. A fierce determination, an almost desperate passion to learn and to gain new knowledge...I found I could not deny him what he wanted. And so I taught him the basics. To my shock, he managed to hit the target on the first try, but I am afraid the effort quite wore him out. He was not used to the strenuous exercise that archery requires, and so I took him back to my place to rest. He has gone now, but I told him that I wished to see him again, as he had quite intrigued me.
Oh, and his name is Miaoyin. An unusual, yet comfortable name.
I look forward to our next meeting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:39 pm
SOLO BATTLE :: Bloody HandsIt was nearing dark when Jianyu left the Ichi-Koi Inn and Bar. The sky overhead was a dark, curling grey, and the scent of rain was heavy in the air. He crossed over the quiet, deserted Main Street, his feet making soft thumps on the smooth stones. Turning onto a small side road, Jianyu glanced around carefully, his eyes moving cautiously in the near darkness. One could never be too certain of Lunaria at night; its citizens were far too at odds with one another. When he was confident of the fact that there was no one around, Jianyu moved deeper into the shadows of the silent, deserted street.
Later, Jianyu would recall his stupidity. His lack of preparation, his idiocy at not taking certain things into account. Either way, his decisions would not leave him for a long while.
The first arrow entered cleanly into Jianyu's upper left arm. He collapsed instantly, dropping to his knees onto the hard cobblestone. Pain ripped through him, reverberating throughout his mind, and Jianyu let out a soft grunt, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out loud. He knew he needed to draw as little attention to himself as possible. But the blood starting to course down his arm was difficult to ignore, as well as the horrific agony caused by Jianyu gripping the shaft of the arrow and yanking it out of his arm. For a few seconds he blacked out, the pain overwhelming him, but he managed to rouse himself, pressing a hand to his arm to stop the rapidly growing flow of blood. It had already soaked through his undershirt, turning the white fabric crimson.
There was a shout somewhere above his head, and a second arrow clattered to the ground beside Jianyu. Still clutching his arm, he took a deep breath and then darted out across the street. The houses on the other side were facing the opposite direction of the sunset, offering a cascade of shadows for a better hiding spot. Jianyu heard the familiar twang of a bowstring and veered sharply left, narrowly avoiding the arrow that collided with the stones beneath his feet. But he had reached the other side now, and Jianyu pressed himself up against the wall of an abandoned house, slipping into the darkness.
The jeers and catcalls emanating from his attackers echoed eerily throughout the street. Jianyu could not quite tell who it was, but the very fact that they had attacked him proved at least one thing - they were Nobles, and unpleasant ones at that. He had to do something to defend himself.
Reaching around his shoulder, Jianyu slid an arrow from the sheath on his back. Then, with the same hand, he fumbled to unlatch the bow tied to his waist, his fingers awkward and slippery from the blood that coated them. Another arrow whistled past him, the sharp tip creating a paper-thin cut in Jianyu's other arm as it whipped by. He let out a grunt of pain, wincing involuntarily.
He dropped the arrow. It fell to the ground, and Jianyu swore inwardly, his face flushing. He bent down, drops of blood spattering the cobblestone and picked up the arrow again, his fingers trembling slightly.
This was not a good situation. He was rapidly losing blood, his head spinning, but he could not let this happen. Slowly, painfully, each second ticking away in his head, Jianyu strung his bow, trying desperately to ignore the agony caused by pulling the bowstring back. He tilted the bow upwards, his arm shaking as he aimed it in the direction of the voices. He could see the vague figures of them on top of the house opposite him, silhouetted against the descending sun. Then he let go.
There was an enraged shout, and Jianyu heard a loud thumping sound as a body fell. The rest of the voices disappeared momentarily, growing muffled as they hurried down from their position, heading towards Jianyu was. He dropped his bow, darting out to face his attackers. There were three of them now, and they all lunged for him simultaneously. Cradling his injured arm against his stomach, Jianyu reached around, grabbing an arrow from his sheath and spun it into the belly of the nearest man. The Noble dropped like a stone, collapsing to the ground with a surprised gurgle. Jianyu aimed a kick in the direction of the second man, missing by an inch. He grabbed another arrow, but the chance to use it was lost in an instant.
Something hit him from behind him, and Jianyu felt stars sparking in his eyes as he fell forward, gasping for breath. Someone kicked him hard, and he toppled sideways. Another kick to his stomach, then one to his back. Jianyu coughed, blood staining his mouth red.
"Die." hissed a voice, and someone pressed a foot down onto his injured arm. It was more horrifically painful than anything Jianyu had ever felt before. He let out a scream of agony, his vision going in and out.
The last thing he heard was laughing.
Then blackness.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 5:37 pm
I FEEL PRETTY...OH SO PRETTY...While walking down Main Street the other day, I managed to run into something I did not expect. Bataar Jaoret dressed as, dare I say it, a female.
Understandably, he was quite distressed. I took him to a fountain where I helped to remove as much of the powders, kohl, and rouges smeared across his face as possible, but I am afraid the stress had gotten to him. Unsurprisingly, we began to quarrel, as we always do. It started with Bataar shoving me into the fountain (which, I might add, was freezing), continued with Bataar stripping naked in the fountain (which, if I may interject, is not all that unusual), and ended with Bataar kissing me so fervently that I fainted.
Yes. Fainted. From a kiss. Namely Bataar's kiss.
It is quite possibly the most feminine thing I have ever managed to do in my entire life. Not only was it humiliating, but Bataar seemed intent on tormenting me afterwards for quite some time.
I will admit that the kiss was quite unexpected. I am almost always the one who makes the first move, so Bataar initiating any sort of affection for me completely startled me. I know he did it simply to quiet me, but I am afraid that it did more than just that, at least inwardly. It was passionate and slightly suffocating (which is in a typical Bataar fashion), but it was neither unpleasant nor unwelcome. And I am afraid that while this makes me act quite feminine, I cannot help but seemingly fall harder for this man who drives me so crazy sometimes that I cannot stand it.
Ah, but my parents call. This is not the end of the day by far, but I will return later to finish writing my account of just what else occurred that day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:22 pm
GIRLY MANIt was nearing midday when Jianyu finally returned to the Qian Household. Dark circles indicating his lack of sleep were ringed under his eyes, and his gait was slow, shuffled steadily. He let out a soft yawn, wincing slightly at the twinge in his back. His legs felt unsteady, like he was not used to walking, and his right wrist held a dull ache, throbbing every few minutes.
Jianyu stopped outside of the door that led into the section of the Qian House that held the tattoo parlor. He could hear voices coming from inside, could make out the cheerful, boisterous voice of his father booming above the noise. There was a murmur of laughter, and Jianyu's fingers fell from the door handle. he did not want to go in there, to face everyone.
Not after where he had been all night.
Moving around the outer wall of the house, Jianyu made his way towards the opposite end, where he knew it would be less occupied. His brothers and sisters were most likely busy helping out their father, and if he were fortunate enough, his mother would be out and about on Main Street to do her daily shopping.
Jianyu slipped into the Main House, sliding the door soundlessly shut behind him. The hallway was silent, the only noise the soft pitter pattering of the servant's feet as they moved around, preparing for the midday meal. Jianyu moved quickly in an effort to avoid their questioning gazes, traipsing quietly down the empty hall to his room. He hastily moved inside of his sanctuary before letting out a soft sigh of relief.
"Have an eventful night?"
Startled, Jianyu spun around, his heart clattering in his chest.
"Mother." he said, his face flushing. "What...what are you doing here?"
Qian Ehuang was not a tall woman, nor a particularly big one, but she was still as intimidating as the most frightening man when the occasion called for it. Sitting in the wooden chair at Jianyu's desk, she raised one dark eyebrow.
"My son doesn't return home for an entire night and you wonder why I am here?" she asked lightly, but there was an undertone of something darker in her voice. "We live in a time of war and desolation, and you are curious as to why your mother is worried about your whereabouts?"
"Fine." Jianyu said tiredly, dropping the armor in his hand (that he had since retrieved from the fountain where he had left it in) onto the floor before collapsing onto his futon, inhaling the familiar scent. He reached up to his bedside table, fumbling for the pitcher of water he kept there and poured himself a glass. Raising it to his lips, he took a sip.
"Were you at Bataar's?"
Jianyu nearly spat out his water. As it was, he choked abruptly, letting out a series of hacking coughs as his eyes watered. When he had managed to get his breathing under control, he turned his gaze back to his mother, still sitting calmly in her seat.
"Wh-what?" he stammered, his face flooding with scarlet. "No, I - "
Ehuang raised an eyebrow again. Jianyu fell silent, staring at the ground.
"Yes." he said quietly.
His mother still did not move. "And did you two..?"
His voice was hardly above a whisper now, barley audible.
"Yes."
Silence. Then -
"First time, Jianyu?"
He nodded mutely. His face felt as if it were on fire. He had never told his mother of his relationship with Bataar. When he was younger, and had that incident with the Mongol falling asleep naked in his bed, his entire family had (stupidly) believed Bataar to be his boyfriend. Though at the time, it was not true. He and Bataar, though already somewhat drawn to each other, had not formed any sort of real attachment until that time when Bataar had fainted in the bathhouse. That time it had been Bataar who had been the one to make the first, who had feverishly kissed him and held him while Jianyu while he slept that night. Since then they had been all but inseparable. He had never told his parents, hoping they would forget the whole incident.
But not his mother. His mother always knew. Jianyu lowered his gaze, a hand rising to cover his mouth as he closed his eyes briefly.
His mother's voice was gentle.
"Was he good to you?"
Jianyu's blush deepened. Bataar's voice, low and rough, came unbidden into his mind. His smirking expression, combined with his affection and an unexpected softness. Rough and gentle simultaneously.
"Yes." he said.
Ehuang nodded once. Her lined face, with its blue eyes, had seen many years of her children's excursions; their follies, their ridicules and their achievements, their laughter and their tears. Nothing could surprise her anymore. Not even her son's first time - with a man, no less. She let out a soft sigh, running a hand through long black hair streaked with grey.
"Jianyu..." she started to say, but he interrupted her.
"Don't, Mother. Just...don't." It was a whisper. "I do not wish to hear any of your negativity."
Ehuang's brow furrowed. "Jianyu, I - " she said, her voice firm.
"I love him."
The words escaped his throat before Jianyu could stop them. He felt more heat rising in his cheeks, but he did not attempt to retract the words. Despite Bataar's faults, despite their unusually violent, stubborn, constantly bickering relationship, despite everything that had ever happened between the two of them, it was undeniable that he did indeed love Bataar. Whether or not he was actually in love with him, Jianyu was not entirely certain, but at the very least he knew enough.
His mother was looking at him.
"I know." she said. "Jianyu, I know."
He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, which was still loose about his shoulders. He had not bothered to put it up after leaving Bataar's, and that was most likely what had first alerted his mother to his whereabouts in the first place, as he always wore his hair up. That, and the fact that he had been carrying his armor rather than wearing it. His mother was extremely intuitive, and did not miss much.
"It was...very nice." Jianyu said softly. "He did not hurt me."
That was not exactly true, but Jianyu did not want his mother to worry. She stood up, looking down at her son as she folded her arms together.
"Well." she said. "As long as he was good to you."
Then, brushing her fingers over Jianyu's cheek gently, she left the room, leaving Jianyu alone with his thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 8:23 pm
[ 3-way with Bat and Yuu ]
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