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Half Truths; For Sy only
Topic Started: Nov 8 2008, 03:16 PM (208 Views)
Otoha	Nov 8 2008, 03:16 PM Post #1
kimi no koe... Posts: 489 Group: Administrator Member #684 Joined: July 11, 2007	The library was more empty than it had ever been. When classes were in session, at any given time, every chair at every study table would be occupied by the more responsible students at Shinko. There would be a busy quiet hanging in the air, interrupted only by the occasional turn of a page or shuffling of books and paper, and the lights that lined the rows of books and clusters of study spots would be so bright that you almost had to squint when first entering the room. But now the lights were dim, only a few turned on here or there. The room was silent, but it was more awkward than serious. And the tables and chairs were, like the room, empty. But the library, much like the cafeteria, gym and some of the classrooms, was still in disarray from the lockdown and needed to be straightened before classes resumed. Whenever that is, thought Otoha as he stood carefully at the top of the aisle ladder and slipped another ‘A’ book back into place. He and Sy had been the only two students on the Shinko campus to get assigned to clean up duty in the Library—and though their small numbers meant it would burn more hours of their day away than if there were more hands to help, Otoha didn’t really mind. What else is there to do, he thought as he climbed downwards and shoved ‘Care of Supernatural Entities’ between ‘Cable Lines: Express travel for powerful Electromancers’ and ‘Cases of Power Abuse in Non-Super Natural Settings’. Exams are cancelled and we’re being advised not to go running around Shinya until things have settled. And besides, he dismounted the ladder and crossed the room to the stack of books to be returned to the shelves, fewer people means less of a chance of having to work with someone loud and annoying. He felt like he lucked out getting paired up with Sy. Though he would have liked to have been working with Nao, who was not only his best friend, but had just recently become his girlfriend, Sy had never gotten on his nerves. And that was a hard task to accomplish. As the hours passed, and morning turned to afternoon, the stack of books grew smaller and smaller until only a handful remained. But after having spent a good portion of the day doing nothing but putting books away, Otoha found it increasingly hard to find the will to continue. Slumping tiredly down into a chair opposite the diminished pile of returned volumes and collections, Otoha glanced at the clock on his phone—simultaneously covering up a rather audible stomach growl with his free arm. “How many books does Shinya have, anyway,” Otoha said aloud, his head slipping backwards as he slid further down in his seat. “I vote,” he added, peaking from under his getting-a-little-too-long black locks to look towards the red headed Sy, “That we take a break.”
	--Otoha Yuudai-- [Otoha's Theme] --Atsuma Ito-- [Atsuma's Theme]


pnkpnth3r	Nov 9 2008, 03:34 AM Post #2
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	Two was all it took to clean up a library. What the fu- was Sy's initial thought about being one out of only two people assigned to clean the mess in the library. She was assigned with Otoha, so it wasn't too bad. It was just too bad that she couldn't get assigned to a hot guy that wasn't her best friend's boyfriend. Then again, the hours that would pass picking up the entire library would suffice for their 'catching up' time. Being in an empty library was odd. It was just so...silent and peaceful. All that passed through her ears was the wind and echoes of empty shelfs. Sy finished her first pile of books in only a matter of hours. It took an eternity alphabetizing every single book. She didn't read too often, but did find interest in a couple titles. It was a boring task, really. But it sure as hell beat studying for exams and going to class. Not like she went to class everyday anyway. The ladders she slid on from end to end on the wall shelves gave her some amusement. When she put up her last book, she slid down the ladder and climbed into a rather comfortable lounge chair next to Otoha. He also looked exhausted and unwilling to finish the task. "From what we just heard, there's probably an eternity worth of books." She gave that a second that and realized how crazy it was that they were shelfing all these books. Her legs crossed over the arm of the chair opposite the way she leaned. She had to agree with his expression, this was tiresome. Her eyes followed his towards the clock and then back to his face. "I," she pointed, "second that." She rose up from the chair and patted him on the lap as a gesture to get up. "Let's go find something to eat." You'd think they'd feed us for our hard labor, thought Sy as she walked deeper into the maze of shelfs. She almost entered a portal into her own world when her violet eyes caught sight of a grand piano. Wonderful. There was no better or time to play then when no one was in the library. Save for one person. The fiery red head approached the grand instrument sitting down on the bench. Her slender fingers ran across the keys and pressed a note followed by a series of other notes. She entered her zone. Harmonizing along with the notes, she began to sing. Her voice melodious and soothing. Sy had a wide range in her singing voice. It was her unique talent so to speak. The song she played was "Superhuman." [<--Listen!]
	Rae Rae Khammy Leon


Otoha	Nov 11 2008, 12:24 AM Post #3
kimi no koe... Posts: 489 Group: Administrator Member #684 Joined: July 11, 2007	Sy didn’t have to tell him twice. As she passed by his seat and moved on into the labyrinth of book shelves, which Otoha noticed for the first time seemed too tall to be structurally sound, he slipped out of his chair and followed suit. When she veered off course, though, and darted away from the exit doors, Otoha’s stomach gave a groan of disapproval. His hunger was so strong at that point that he absentmindedly began to reminisce on his days of homelessness—going days on end without meals. But when Otoha’s grey eyes followed Sy’s b-line across the room, his stomach quickly silenced itself with help of a wrap of both of Otoha’s arms. A raven brow arched over Otoha’s cloudy eyes. I didn’t know she could play piano… He supposed he didn’t actually know much about Sy at all, though. They had been acquaintances since his first year at Shinya…shared a number of classes together, participated in SSS…yet they had hardly ever really spoken about much other than the goings on or shallow, frivolous things that didn’t really let either know much about the other. Regardless, though, Otoha had always found Sy’s company to be greatly more bearable than the other Shinko students he got paired up with. She wasn’t loud or obnoxious. She didn’t go on about herself like she was the queen of the universe. She didn’t pry or ask questions. As the beautiful flow of piano music rolled like a gentle tide through the quiet library, Otoha couldn’t help but find it conveniently strange that the two people on campus that he could stand, Nao and Sy, had managed to become friends, too. Otoha stopped dead in his tracks a moment later, though, when a second sound joined the song of the piano. She can sing too? It was an understatement, to say the least. Her voice was beautiful and soft, rising and falling alongside the piano bars seemingly without effort, and without missing a single note. It took him a moment to start recognizing the words as the violet eyed Sy sang them in English, but as he did, a number of different feelings swelled over him. First, as Sy’s angelic voice and deftly played chords swam into his ears, Otoha couldn’t help but think of Nao. The words seemed awfully fitting to how he felt, especially as of late, towards the honey haired girl. He felt slightly regretful as the thought and feeling passed through his mind—realizing that he could never think up such words to say to her. Not that he needed to. She should know that he liked her just fine without having to say anything poetic or wordy. They were dating after all, weren’t they? The feeling, though, was quickly ushered out of his mind as the new one strolled inward. Mimori…the name of Otoha’s late twin sister tumbled through his thoughts and his heart panged with an even stronger throb of regret. He had been busy lately, what with being bombarded by exams and the hours of studying required to ace them, the sudden attacks on the school and the 106 building, his work schedule asking him to work more hours to cover for all the staff members that seemed to quit or move or otherwise not show up, and then, of course, the start of his relationship with Nao…so busy that the approaching anniversary of his twin sister’s death hadn’t crossed his mind once. His hand habitually drifted to his black beaded bracelet that used to belong to Mimori Yuudai, and began to toy with one of the dangling ebony ceramic spheres. It’s been almost three years since I last saw you, thought Otoha. And longer since we last sat at a Piano and sang together. Otoha blinked hard to replace the image of Mimori sitting at the piano with the real one of Sy, and released a heavy breath as to pull him back to reality. Taking several steps over towards the piano, Otoha leaned up against it, his face betraying no signs of the weighty thoughts that had been drifting through his head just second earlier. “Never pictured you as the musical type,” he said, in between verses of Sy’s velvety soft voice. “Always saw you as more of a sporty girl. Anything else unexpected that you’re planning to spring on me?”
	--Otoha Yuudai-- [Otoha's Theme] --Atsuma Ito-- [Atsuma's Theme]


pnkpnth3r	Nov 13 2008, 07:15 PM Post #4
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	She wrapped up the piece with the last note and chord in unison. Her voice lingered a couple seconds after the piano chord, but it gave the song even more meaning. Sy opened her eyes, her fingers still touching the keys. She grunted and cracked a smile. "I don't exactly plan these things. You're just never around to see this part of me or catch me in 'the zone'." She pressed upon the keys, producing random notes. It was then she started to remember Tic, her brother. The anniversary of his death soon approached. This would be the first year out of prison when she could go visit his grave. Her father wrote her a letter addressing the event and even bought her the plane tickets. Tic was the person who believed in her talent. He was the soul of her voice, the heart of her amazing sounds. He was her drive for it. "I like sports too. Since it keeps me active and all. But music is my heart and soul." The fiery red head continued on with her random chords, making sure not to overcome her voice and Otoha's. She stopped for a moment and looked over to him. Scooting over swiftly, she patted the bench, gesturing him to come over and sit with her. Slowly, she played the notes in chronological order. She knew the basics of reading sheet music, but relied more on her ears when learning a new piece. "My music gives me a sort of escape." Playing made her at ease. She was relieved of all the stress around her. What with the sudden attack on Shinya and the happenings at the 106. Sy didn't worry at all about her studies. She was doing perfectly fine. Even the slight pain in her shoulder was relaxed. Anytime she was performing or just playing lost in thought, Tic never left her mind. Thoughts of Tic usually bring sorrow to her heart, but with music, she was just happy and content with life. It was all she needed. Somehow, she could always feel his soul within her. His spirit beside her, watching. It's been almost five years since you were in my arms. You told me that day not to give up on this dream of mine just as you were dying...Sy showed no signs of sadness because frankly, she was done crying. Her eyes now peered through Otoha's. She noticed the look upon his face. Music must have been a part of him as well. He seemed deep in thought just moments ago. Never before did she expect Otoha Yuudai to show signs of...vulnerability. Of course, the words she sung in medley would hit anyone in the chest. It was truly an achievement to touch someone with her music. She knew full well about the words she sang. "What about you? You don't seem like the musical type either."
	Rae Rae Khammy Leon


pnkpnth3r	Nov 13 2008, 08:15 PM Post #5
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	Code: `IDK WTF IS WRONG WITH MY INTERNET! TT____TT` Edited by pnkpnth3r, Nov 16 2008, 12:37 AM.



Otoha	Nov 27 2008, 11:32 AM Post #6
kimi no koe... Posts: 489 Group: Administrator Member #684 Joined: July 11, 2007	OOC: I am soooo sorry for how long it's taken me to reply >< cpu problems and all “I don't exactly plan these things. You're just never around to see this part of me or catch me in 'the zone'. I like sports too. Since it keeps me active and all. But music is my heart and soul. My music gives me a sort of escape." Otoha felt a little ashamed that he found himself so surprised to hear such deep ideas coming from Sy. He hadn’t ever pegged her as the type to…well…be deep. It wasn’t to say that Otoha thought she was unintelligent or shallow…not at all. But through all the times Otoha had seen the violet eyed Sy, in class and homeroom and SSS meetings, and now in all of these chaotic attacks and happenings, she had always seemed like the average fun-seeking teenage girl. He wondered for a brief moment what horrible thing could have happened in Sy’s past that she would need an escape. It couldn’t have been anything small…Sy’s not the overly dramatic type, thought Otoha. But whatever it was…she’s better at hiding it than me. Without much change in his vacant expression, Otoha took the offered seat next to Sy. He eyed the ivory keys before him as Sy twinkled away in random keys and chords and the occasional ascent up the line. With the exception of the Mr. Shinya pageant in his first year, he hadn’t sat behind the grand instrument since before Mimori lost her ability to play. It didn’t feel right, as he had always sat with his sister and played alongside her. Like Sy, music had been an escape for Otoha and Mimori. A way for them to forget that they had never had a father and might as well have never had a mother. The songs they sang and the notes they played filled the holes and cracks in the walls of their dilapidated home and wrapped blankets around their cold fingers and toes during the frigid winters. It let them forget that Mimori, much to Otoha’s painful dismay, was dying, and would soon leave just as so many others had and would do in his life. The thought crossed his mind, during one of the silences between Sy’s dabbling, to play a chord of Kimi no Koe…but he didn’t dare. Otoha might have been a little more open now, thanks to Nao, but he wasn’t that open. And the only person Otoha felt comfortable playing beside was his sister, Mimori. And Sy was definitely not his sister. "What about you? You don't seem like the musical type either." It was the kind of prying question that would normally have instantly jumped on Otoha’s nerves—but coming from Sy, it didn’t bother him as much. He shrugged his shoulders in response, his grey eyes still boring holes in the ivory keys before him as his hands remained in the pockets of his jacket. “I guess I don’t seem like the anything type,” said Otoha, looking up through his long bangs towards the red head beside him, before jokingly adding in the most unjoking of voices, “I’m a pretty boring person.” As though he had forgotten it was there, Otoha reached inquiringly towards the black beaded bracelet that encircled his right wrist. It had once been worn on the frail wrist of his twin sister, and aside from her memory, was all he had left of her. Though Otoha’s face was firmly resolute in its refusal to betray even a hint of any emotion that flickered within his chest, a pang of sadness clanged in his heart. “So…got any plans for Kinro Kansha no Hi?” asked Otoha conversationally as he swept his dark bangs out of his cloudy eyes to see his bench partner better. “Going to spend it with family, or…?” Kinro Kansha no Hi is the Japanese version of Thanksgiving. Edited by Otoha, Nov 27 2008, 11:44 AM.
	--Otoha Yuudai-- [Otoha's Theme] --Atsuma Ito-- [Atsuma's Theme]


pnkpnth3r	Dec 5 2008, 05:09 PM Post #7
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	[OOC: It's okay. ^^ So long as you post. haha.] She chuckled. To call himself a boring person seemed like an understatement to her. Nao found him interesting. Even Sy had somewhat of an interest in the kind of person he was. Especially because her best friend was in love with him. She wanted to find out for herself what made Otoha so special that Nao would fall head over heels for him. They've only received glimpses of one another from class and Triple S, but not so much that they knew so much about each other. It was a distant but cool acquaintance. She knew they both had a common ground; caring for their best friend. Now, with his discovery of Sy's musical ability, there was some sort of connection; she felt. "You aren't a boring person. Nao doesn't seem to think so and neither do I." The metal bracelet around her ankle jingled as she stepped on the pedal, shifting the sound of each note. It was her reminder that she was still alive. In a way, it was all she had left of her brother. Anytime it touched her skin, a cold chill surged through her body. She was free to live her life. Sy looked at him. Into those grey cloudy eyes of his, she saw a sort of sadness. But disregarded that to answer his question. "Kinro Kansha no Hi?" To be honest, the thought sort of brought her down a little. "...not really. The only family that knows I'm still alive is my dad. And I don't really want to impose on him and his other family..." Little did she know... "Most likely...I'll stay here." Her eyes shifted down to the ivory keys. She stopped playing and just ran her fingers across the keys. Edited by pnkpnth3r, Dec 10 2008, 08:16 PM.



Otoha	Feb 2 2009, 10:41 PM Post #8
kimi no koe... Posts: 489 Group: Administrator Member #684 Joined: July 11, 2007	Otoha didn’t have to see Sy’s expression to understand the weight of her words. It was a strange, alien feeling to the dark haired boy—being able to relate to someone. His sister’s death had come and passed over three years ago…the whereabouts of his mother had been unknown (which made no impact against Otoha’s apathy) for just as long, and his father had only recently come back into his life. Like Sy’s father, apparently, he too was busy with his own life…and though Otoha had lowered his defenses enough to let Nao in, he wasn’t about to start relying on his father to be around like the typical father was. Otoha never knew anything about Sy before that day in the library, aside from the fact that she could keep up with the boys. Despite still being a girl, whenever he saw her, she seemed almost tough. I guess I know why now, thought Otoha as Sy’s tinkering on the keys of the piano slowly fell silent. Anyone else, Otoha supposed, probably would have turned to Sy and started to pour out about how they could understand or how they felt sorry for her or how they thought that her family situation was sad and if she ever needed anyone they were there for her. But it didn’t take a long standing friendship with him to know that Otoha wasn’t that type of person. And likewise, it didn’t take a great bond for him to know that Sy wasn’t the type of girl who wanted to hear such bland things anyway. Instead, Otoha slid off of the edge of the bench and rose to his feet. “It’s an overrated holiday, anyway,” he said, propping a hand up on his hip. “I think the cafeteria’s still closed down for repairs, so we’ll probably have to go somewhere else for lunch.” Otoha looked at the smaller, yet still daunting load of books that sat waiting to be sorted. “I somehow don’t think anyone’s in a hurry to check out books anyway. With the attack on the school and the 106 collapsing…I have a feeling it’s gonna be a while before things go back to normal.”
	--Otoha Yuudai-- [Otoha's Theme] --Atsuma Ito-- [Atsuma's Theme]


pnkpnth3r	Feb 2 2009, 11:45 PM Post #9
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	Time always seemed so slow for Sy. It was already five nearly six years since the greatest turning point of her life. Throughout this period, she was able to keep her mind off such burdened thoughts. Having made a friend here and there made it easier for her to live life as it was. The very few who know her have accepted her past for what it was and became something to treasure. People have walked in and out of her life sporadically and she eas quite used to the fact. Yujiharu was a prime example as well as her own father. She was perfectly happy with her life right now. It was the childhood she was taken from. Otoha seemed to have understood it well by his silence. Words were not needed to exchange remorse. They both understood that at least. Nao may have found an odd one, but he was a good one. She grunted following his comment about the holiday. "Heh. It's only my favorite because of the food." Come to think of it, Sy never had a normal Thanksgiving in Shinya before. At least not since confinement. Ever since her release and life began in Shinya, she cooked for herself and ate by herself. "Meh, no big. I've got food at the house..." She looked over at the monstrosity of book piles. They hadn't even touched half of it. It was tiresome and too much. "...yeah, I still don't understand why there's only two of us in this nexus of books." That was right. It was jist recently that disaster dawned darkness upon the ever so bright Shinya. Sy's wounds were quite gruesome. Just the thought caused her opposite arm to crawl to the injured shoulder. It wasn't during the 106 but precededent the event. Underneath her clothing, her chest was wrapped along with her shoulder. Thinking back, she realized how ridiculous she felt dressed as a tennyo. "Ugh. That was one ridculous day..."



Otoha	Feb 11 2009, 12:47 PM Post #10
kimi no koe... Posts: 489 Group: Administrator Member #684 Joined: July 11, 2007	“Yeah…” said Otoha, and for a moment, the room around him turned to the dizzying image of the crumbling 8th floor as he was rescued from it by that blue suited person. Shinya had always been a city that Otoha didn’t understand. Being a logical person, it was hard trying to grasp all of the different events and happenings and people that he ran into on an almost daily basis. But these attacks…the three pronged one on the school and the devastating one on the 106 building…though they were the most bizarre, Otoha had to admit one thing: Being involved in them was making him understand a little bit more. There was something behind it all. A rhyme and reason why these people were attacking Shinya, and why there were others, like his father, trying to protect it. Maybe, he thought, I’ll get some answers soon. However, despite how much things were starting to come into play, and a light of hope was beginning to shimmer on the real reason behind all of the illogical, abnormal things that kept happening in the super powered concrete jungle, there was one thing that threw it off more than anything. “What I still don’t get…is who that team of girls were. I was kind of out of it…but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they all looked familiar. Do you know what that was all about?”
	--Otoha Yuudai-- [Otoha's Theme] --Atsuma Ito-- [Atsuma's Theme]


pnkpnth3r	Feb 12 2009, 11:08 PM Post #11
BYTERZ WILL BE EATEN Posts: 801 Group: Members Member #128 Joined: May 9, 2006	Her teeth grit together lightly. Otoha's hunch was on target. Not that she cared what he would have thought if he really knew it was her in that ridiculous outfit and made such a big entrance. It was just rare to see Sy so...girly and heroine-like. Sy's hand crawled to the back of her head, scratching it. "Uh...I don't know. I didn't get a good look at them because..." She had to think quick of an excuse that would draw Otoha away from the thought of who the tennyos were. "I was knocked out. I only remember seeing them fly in with their extravagant entrances and what not and then everything went black." Yeah, good thinking, she thought to herself. "Then I woke up in the hospital." Well, it was partly true. She said nothing of what she saw though; especially of herself. It would only draw more suspicion and break the code of hiding your superhero identity. Wait...when the hell did I become a superhero?! Never again. She didn't want to go through it again. No way, no how. Not in that frilly skirt. "Well, it is Shinya. They could possibly be students here." Oh shit. That was not meant to be said. However, talking is not the same as writing or typing. There was no backspace button to press, so she couldn't take her words back. It did make sense to say such a thing for playing oblivious. So maybe it wasn't too bad. Boy was Sy bad at this sort of thing. She wondered how the other girls could keep such a ludicrous secret from people. If she didn't feel like such a fool, she probably wouldn't have been ashamed of it. Hungry, she walked towards the door. Being around so many books, oddly, made her hungry. The door wouldn't budge. "Oh...shit. The door won't open." Sy tried everything to try and open the door. A head start run to push it with her unhurt shoulder. Shaking the handles, and even trying to force them open with her earth bending abilities; which didn't work. By now, she was out of breath, panting. "I...think...we're...stuck...in...here..." Her back was against the door as she slid down, body worn out from the attempts. "Well...this sucks." Or maybe it didn't. An opportunity was certainly presenting itself here.



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