Fan Fiction |
by StArrY^^
Adapted from TV serial and Book-- "Di 8 Hao Dang Pu"
-(Chapter 19)-
-||* Weaknesses *||- [.Ichi.Ni.]
The human race is weak. And thus this weakness is the main root to all the problems and troubles that meet humans on their pathways.
Weak.
Weak.
Weak.
The weakness for certain materialistic wants. The weakness for full-fledged freedom. The weakness for play, entertainment, merriment. The weakness for lifelong happiness and everlasting peace. The weakness for forever friendship and love. The weakness of sexual wants, lust. The weakness-for list goes on and on, one after another… …
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(A/N: Back to the century where the story first began…)
Xiao Qiao was munching on an apple, biting the crunchy and juicy succulent receptacle happily, flipping through a delightful baking book, and dog-earing certain pages, for future references. She smiled a furtive smile now and then as she peeked at her Boss, who was absorbed in his own thoughts again, resting his chin comfortably on his wide-opened palms, staring straight.
The thoughts which were running through the Boss’s mind were what had been running through Xiao Qiao’s mind. The exact thoughts reviewed in his mind. “Hmm… I wonder when I will find the time to carry out my plan… Maybe when she’s not around? Maybe some day when she’s out in some other country, bored out of her senses? Aha… That’s settled then…” He calculated carefully, and snapped himself out of his thoughts.
He poured a glass of water for himself and was about to drink when Xiao Qiao handed him a glass of HL milk smilingly.
“For you. As for this glass, it’s for me~” She said, taking the glass of water out of his hand easily. His eyebrows raised slightly as he smiled, finishing the milk in one gulp. A white foamy moustache formed on above his lips, driving Xiao Qiao into giggles. The Boss released his clownish self and started rolling his eyes about, juggling imaginary balls, jugs, oranges, and made all kinds of silly and stupid faces.
The Boss stopped his antics to take a breather and let the suppressive chuckles out. He was amused by Xiao Qiao, who had amused by his silliness. Xiao Qiao took a wad of tissue and dabbed at his mouth lightly, laughing away. Her eyes caught his in a sudden moment, and she felt herself swimming away desperately in his eyes once again, trying her best to find a landing place, while his stared back steadfastly, in the same cool, and a little questioningly look. She flicked her eyes away and sighed inwardly.
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At the same time, a girl was in her room, crying.
She was hugging a soft pillow, her back against the bed post, her arms wound tightly around her legs, the pillow laid snugly between her chest and thighs. Tears flowed like a endless waterfall, dripped down her cheeks, rolled down her chin, dropping on the pillowcase. Her eyes were slightly red, a lost expression in her small grey eyes. The wetness and salty taste of her tears made her feel worse. She didn’t want to dwell in her own unhappiness, to swim without any floating support in the sea, to wallow in self pity. But, hell, she was really sad this time round. Sad didn’t seem appropriate anymore. Even words like despondent, melancholy, upsetting, heartbreaking, devastation failed to describe this sinking, deep feeing inside her.
Hurt was eating her, chewing her insides, snipping off her exterior bit by bit. Jealousy burned her heart, soul, mind. Neglect droned and thumped heavily in her mind, frustration and regret punched and manhandled her heart cruelly.
Friends for life?
Friends for an eternity?
Friends will stay together, stay through thick and thin?
Friends understand one another, not through words, but actions, mutual feelings and certain looks?
Friends forever?
Impossible. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Not ever.
Be gone.
Chuck them. Chuck those friends.
She bit her lower lip as it trembled further, the new thought that had sprung into her mind intoxicated her, poisoned her.
‘Sometimes I don’t wish to be friends anymore…’
Yes… ‘I don’t ever want to feel unhappy anymore…’
Unhappiness, hurt had struck on her door again and again. She was about to give way, to break, the spring is losing its spring. Her endurance level was peaking again.
Peaking.
And peaking.
And…
Peaked.
No more ounce of energy left for crying. She swiped a hand over her eyes, wiping clear the moistness of her gushing tears, and then threw the pillow across the room. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face. Her grey eyes stared back expressionless in the reflection of the mirror.
The tinge of redness remained.
‘I want to escape…’
The heavy lump hanging uncomfortably in the middle of throat remained.
‘I want to run away…’
The sinking feeling hovered around the pits of her pits.
‘I want to get away…’
How… how to rid of all these?
‘From all these…’
Weakness strikes once on a human’s door.
‘I hate myself…’
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His eyes bulged in horror. A wave of nausea caught him sharply, as vomit splurged out from his stomach. He retched into the drain. Terror raced through him, blooded pounded furiously in his veins, and sweltering heat engulfed him, choking him. His head was bursting, arteries, veins, threatened to explode as the aching pain attacked his brain acutely. Confusion swirled its tentacle-like smoke around his senses, gripping his senses in an iron grip as the smoke transformed into fingers. A sharp intake of breath caught him, his heart beating in his ribcage, ramming hard against his ribs, almost breaking through the calcified bones, and out of his body. Sweat and perspiration broke out generously, drenching him wet. Fright took over his body as he took a second glance at the gory sight beside him.
He killed someone.
He murdered someone.
He had taken somebody’s life.
Just like that.
Fury caught him, driving all his senses and sanity out in a flash.
He slashed.
He kicked.
He punched.
He thrashed.
He stamped.
Screams pierced through the night.
The aftermath, the terror, the helplessness, the sickening feeling in the pits, the guilt, the disbelief, filled his mind, soul and body.
He shook his head slightly, and collected the small fragments of scattered senses back, and ran for his life. Surges of sudden energy shot through his body, adrenaline rushed through his entire body, urging him to go faster and faster and faster.
He would just have to get away.
Get away.
Get away.
I did not kill that person.
No.
No…
NO!
I am innocent.
He told himself, deceiving himself, and thrived on the thought. ‘I am innocent.’
Weakness strikes the second time on a human’s door.
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#08 PawnShop plays about on the idea of human weakness. Without the weakness in humans, there will be no business in the pawnshop. Every day, once a human succumbs to his or her weakness, business opportunities strike on the pawnshop’s door.
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In the vicinity of his room, the Boss was testing on a new violin.
Pure and sweetness flowed merrily in the melody, lifting one’s spirits high up, chasing all the blues far, far away.
Dreamlike images materialize, far-fetched fantasies weave slowly, spinning away prettily, like sparkling moonlight sprinkling on the dark waters of the lake at night.
Stars burst out, lighting up every dark soul…
Clouds floated about, forming shapes, happy shapes, cheerful shapes…
Bells tinkle in their sing-song, sweet voices, warming every lonely heart…
Outside the closed door, Xiao Qiao listened on to the Boss’s music, and closed her eyes slowly…
After listening to his music for almost a century, almost every hard and taut string in her heart was released and softened… Almost all of the bitterness melted… Just a bit more… Just some more of a something, she know, she will be the sweet Xiao Qiao once more… The innocent, pure old her once more… Before her father’s madness, before her mother’s desperado, before her own mercenary nature was formed…
But… she may never regain the lost innocence anymore. For it was impossible to get any one bit of her Boss’s love.
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HihX~! I’ve updated… Hrmhrm, aft a mind block, sum happenings, busy in sch, busy for cca passdown… yea… haiz… hahaz.. feel really veri guilty and sorrie!! Hrmm! Hahaz.. hope u guys will like this chppie okiex? Thanx for being wif me!!! *BoWz* =)(=*~ Anwx, feels good to be typing again =). Hehex.. pardon mai replies being short worx.. but yarh, tired.. hehe..=O
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23rd May
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