Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jun 27, 2012 19:47:05 GMT -5
[STYLE=font: 30px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: center;]THE CANVAS OF MY SOUL[/style]
[/i] The boy sighed and stumbled falling a little bit, but he didn't grab anything. Just wincing as his knee hit the ground he whimpered a little, blood dripping down onto the ground.
Why did he have to go the Millefiore school he wanted to be near his brother again that was all he wanted. But no each time he tried to call his parents they wouldn't listen. They just told him to grow up and live with it, he had to separate from his twin eventually according to them. Yuuki just yawned forcing himself up off the ground and walking again. Well okay more of limping now the wound hurt a little bit more with each step. Not that he would complain here no one would listen to him, they were probably all mean or something knowing them. And he didn't want to talk to them it scared him.
He heard voices around him, supposebly the forest was haunted and yet here he was exploring it. Just wandering around chasing after something that might just be a ghost tricking him. "Brother please wait!" The boy whimpered again and just leaned against a tree holding the bunny plushie to his chest. He was just a child one who didn't want to be separated from his twin. Now he was stuck with it and there was truly nothing he could do about it and he knew that now. The pajamas he was wearing didn't help keep out the cold, he just shivered and sneezed. Curling up further into a ball no one would find him out here.
Not his older brother, not his twin and not even his parents. "But Bunny you won't leave me right, like they did. It's all mommy and daddy's fault." The boy didn't exactly blame his parents and yet at the same time he did so he was just supposed to put up with it and hopefully not get into any trouble. Maybe he would just fall asleep out here and nothing would happen to him.
All he wanted to do was run away now, maybe he could find someone to help him do so. Hearing voices and blinking he looked up shivering. "w..who is there...?" Speaking quietly but loud enough at the same time for someone to hear him, he was afraid of what might be lurking.[/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jun 30, 2012 7:56:49 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]A lone figure, shadowed by the trees, rummaged through the forest. Each step he took rustled the leaves; and every now and then, the individual would stop and look around, before continuing on his way, as if a hunter searching for its prey. Once again, Ezio was lost.
It had all started an hour or so back at the Archery Range. Ezio had, without the assistance of anyone else, tried to walk back to the main building for lessons. A supposedly short walk. A walk which had turned into a succession of failing attempts to find the way out of the forest that he had entered. Needless to say, Ezio was not having much luck with it. Arms tore away the vegetation around him, only to reveal the endless expanse of green. He had already gone past the point of despairing about it, instead opting to find a possible escape route. Obviously, he was late for his lessons, but at the very least, he wanted to get out of here before it got dark. Gannobei was going to mock him for this again and his colleagues would begin the chiding once more. The incessant chiding of how Ezio had to be escorted around the school like a small child even though he was a fully grown adult. It wasn't his fault he was born with an abnormally poor sense of direction.
Sighing to himself, Ezio threaded through the forest until he came to a point where the scenery seemed to be the same as it had been minutes before; and so the unfortunate young man realized that he had been going in circles. Exasperation plagued him as he gave a heaving sigh. Why did the heavens so curse him so?
"God! Show me the way out of here!"
Shouting to the sky, hands raised overhead, Ezio dropped them once more, trudging through the forest and preparing another long walk until he heard a voice. Squeaky, soft, but a voice nonetheless. Had God answered his request? Immediately, he moved towards the source of the sound, and soon enough, saw a faint figure in the distance. Rejoicing silently in his heart, he approached the individual, hoping that it was a human, or better still, someone who could guide him out of this place.
"It is I! A teacher of the school who has become magnificently lost in this forest!"
Ezio smiled, walking like an idiot towards the person he now identified as a student. He had seen the kid before, blond hair and all, in the hallways. The same boy was in one of his classes as well. Strange kid, but what the heck. If it meant a way out of here, Ezio would take his chances.[/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jun 30, 2012 8:25:48 GMT -5
[STYLE=font: 30px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: center;]THE CANVAS OF MY SOUL[/style]
[/i] No way was he going to tell someone he saw his brother running through here. Jumping a bit when he heard the voice he almost bounced up to run away, but he just held tight to the bunny. Trying to blend with the trees almost but with the clothes he was wearing that wouldn't be possible.
Just looking up to see no one he thought maybe he was just imagining it. And the forest was playing tricks on him after all it was supposed to be haunted or so the older students had said. A scare tactic maybe he didn't know. "A...teacher?" He knew that voice well sorta, the boy didn't pay attention much. All Yuuki knew was he hadn't given him a reason to be scared, well not as much of a reason as others had. Just dropping his guard completely this boy had no care of being hurt, or maybe he was just a little too trusting. That was just something Yuuki picked up along the way and yet he never complained.
"You got lost...?" A look of confusion he never thought a teacher could get lost, well okay maybe he did. But he had never seen it happen until now, most teachers made up some excuse. Like oh we were looking for a student, or needed to find you. No I'm not lost just resting here, it was kinda funny. But he shook that off and looked to the person there again, just blinking and wondering what to do now.
He was still leaning against the tree and hadn't gotten up, giving that image of maybe he hurt himself or something. It would probably explain why he couldn't move but he hadn't. He was just thinking a little bit. "So you can't find your way out...? It's not that far from here can show you." That was the boy for you of course3 he'd do that even if he hated this school. The people weren't all that bad, just a few of them were. It was the matter of being forced to go here without his siblings.
Shaking that off again he looked around just sighed a bit.[/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 1, 2012 3:58:49 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Usually, if a teacher or any self-respecting adult became lost, pride got in the way of asking for directions, especially from someone much younger than them. With Ezio, this was never the case. First of all, there was no hindrance from pride simply because he didn’t really have much of one; being eager to learn was his forte, and in that, crafted a certain humility in him. Second of all, he was already desperate to find his way out of here and this boy was the key.
Looking at the blonde, Ezio smiled with certain elation as the kid told him that he could easily show him the way out. A wave of relief came over, crushing the anxietykand frustration that he had felt previously. On another note however, Ezio wondered why the child had been here in the first place. The tone of his voice had been slightly frightened as well, as if he were running from something. Or to something. Ezio would rather not stick his nose in the business of others however. Not only was it impolite, but it caused problems more often than not.
“Thank you very much. I thought I was going to be stuck in this place forever.”
It was about then that Ezio realized something. Even if he had been trapped in the forest for a period of time, it wasn’t nearly enough for school to end yet. That only meant that this kid was either playing truant, or there was really something bugging him.
“Speaking of which… aren’t you supposed to be in class? If I’m not wrong, school h!sn’t exactly ended yet.”
Above them, the blue sky swept puffy white clouds, painting a thousand pictures out of them. Sure, Ezio was grateful for the kid to have agreed to show him the way out, but as a teacher, he still had the responsibility of making sure that students attended their classes, no matter what reason it was that they weren’t, especially if he had so chanced upon one of them. Seconds later, he realized that the boy had scraped his knee as well, and the wound was still relatively open.
“Hey, are you alright? Ah, never mind about why you aren’t in class anymore. You can tell me later. Now we’ve got to get out of here and get your wound treated. We wouldn’t want an infection in that would we? Now… which way was it?”
The result of having to care for a girl that imagined herself to be a boy meant that Ezio had to have certain skill in cooking and first aid. Scanning the forest, he spotted an aloe leaf, plucking it off and breaking it apart to reveal sap.
“I’m going to put this on so it heals faster.”
Squeezing the leaf onto the wound, the gel-like substance covered the scrape until there was a translucent layer over it.
“Now let’s get you to the nurse’s office for a little bandage shall we?” [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jul 1, 2012 9:48:34 GMT -5
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[/i] The little blonde Millefiore boy stepped from one foot to the other a bit nervously, yes he knew the way out but he was unsure. "Welcome it's not that far from here." Yuuki would trust this teacher more if they trusted him but really in the end it didn't matter.
He would be able to handle not being trusted or even just being used to escape this place. Truly didn't bug him, he had been raised around it and just shoved it away ignoring it to the best of his ability. Yuuki stopped and blinked that was not something he wanted people to figure out, he was in a sense cutting class but only because of other reasons. He wasn't really a bad kid, just a confused and slightly lonely one who didn't want to be in this place anymore. "Uh yea sorta...just um it's nothing. School doesn't end yet." The boy didn't like being caught he had his own thoughts and now he might have to speak of them.
Which was really something he didn't like and was not about to let anyone figure out. Or maybe he just couldn't, the boy was not good at that. Never knowing how to speak up about things unless it was to his brother or someone else that he wanted to tell. Yuuki had forgotten about the wound on his knee till the teacher brought it up again he just looked at the blood on his leg and the wound itself. It hurt but he just kinda shook it off it wasn't like it had gone straight to the bone or he broke something. "I'm okay..oh get it treated? Um okay. Nope not really...it's just that way." The boy points to the right of them towards the same little square of light that leads out of the forest.
He knew his way around this place, but hadn't wanted to go in too far this time. It would take some time to get there but he didn't mind he was afraid of getting into trouble. The boy shivered but didn't fight him, part of him looked scared not knowing what that was. It didn't hurt like he thought it was going to, but what was he supposed to do anyway. "T..thank you. yea let's go.." he wanted to get out of here clutching the plushie a bit, like maybe it was his lifeline or something. Just putting it back into his backpack he looked around.
Walking near the man but a bit ahead of him, just because he felt like doing that. [/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 1, 2012 20:08:19 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Overreacting was a specialty of Ezio’s. It happened when there was too much to do in the world, too much to take care of and too much on the mind. As it was, he had been making a large fuss over a small wound. Okay, it wasn’t that small, but still. On the other hand, it was certainly strange that the kid didn’t at all acknowledge the possible pain coming from the wound. Almost as if there was something more important. So Ezio’s initial guess had been right. Whatever had drawn this child into the forest alone was of significance to him. All this was forgotten however, when Ezio saw the ray of light. Literally.
A patch of white shone through the forest, the exit being in plain view. Ezio mumbled prayers of thanks in his heart, smiling slightly as he walked with the kid towards the exit. He had nearly forgotten his anxiety moments before, instead focusing on escaping from the godforsaken prison that he had before created for himself. (The exit was actually only 1 minute away). The light drew nearer and nearer as the square expanded, until Ezio was enveloped in the warmth of the sun. Looking at his watch, it had been about an hour or so since leaving the archery compound, which meant that he had skipped a couple of lessons, but oh well. At least he had arrived back in the outdoors.
Turning to the kid, Ezio wanted to thank him for it, but wondered whether to continue investigating the reason behind the former cutting class.
“Thanks for showing me the way out. What’s your name?”
Ezio tended to give others the benefit of the doubt; he had one problem child at home and he knew the factors that could drive a child to this kind of behavior. Rejection, separation, or even being forced to do something they were unwilling to. It could all craft the basis for these kind of actions. Some kids weren’t exactly bad; they just didn’t want others to know their reasons for doing what they did. Being a teacher, Ezio had to take certain responsibilities in finding out what any of the students had as a problem. Even as an adult, he had duties. As someone who understood the pain of these kids though, Ezio knew that it was better to leave things alone. Either that, or give them a shoulder to lean on in their times of need; and while there was enough to deal with just with Gannobei, there was always room for one more under his wing wasn’t there?
“You know… I can skip a few classes today. How about you tell me what’s wrong? Not as a teacher or an adult, but just as someone who listens.”
Smiling at the child, Ezio wondered whether he would talk. Ah… he could remember the first time he met Gannobei. That was a long time ago wasn’t it? Understanding these kids wasn’t hard. Getting them to talk was more difficult.[/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jul 2, 2012 19:30:55 GMT -5
[STYLE=font: 30px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: center;]THE CANVAS OF MY SOUL[/style]
[/color] The boy knew somehow he probably heard it somewhere, since he never really forgot things he heard. Stopping thinking maybe he should call him teacher he just looked away and pretended he didn't care at all.
It really felt like he might be quizzed by this person whether he wanted to tell them or not. Which was no surprise really teachers and adults did that, they always wanted one to tell what was wrong even if they didn't want to. "You would actually skip class? do as you want, why...would you ask that." the boy stopped it was almost like a shiver went through his body, he didn't want to speak of that. No one would listen to him even when he did and he knew that already.
Just looking back at the teacher out of the corner of his eye he had to wonder why they would ask that. What did they know about him they weren't telling. "Why no one likes to listen to a kid to complain...they just split people up and shove them places." The kid's tone wasn't really angry just he was slightly irritated by his parent's divorce and his twin being taken away, so who could blame him. This person wouldn't understand anyway so why did he care part of him wanted to just run away from him. 'Why would he ask that! why does he want to know, no one ever asked.' it was one of those things where a kid is upset that people just made decisions without asking the kids. Just like thinking they could do as they pleased and it wouldn't mess anything up.
"I don't wanna talk about it here...She'll get mad." He never knew when his mother would be watching, she truly hated when he brought up that it was why he never did. For months after the divorce he bugged her about seeing his brother. "I thought you were going to bandage my knee..." The boy tried to pout and just look away, to change the subject but somehow he knew just because of his tone change he wouldn't be getting out of this at all.
Maybe part of him wanted to talk, but the other part of him wanted to just stay closed up in that little bubble.[/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 6, 2012 0:24:39 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Contrary to what most of them believed, kids weren’t mature in the workings of the world until when they’ve been out there, especially if they were caught up in their own world, no matter what the reason was. When anyone felt sorrowful, they imagined that they were the only people in the world that experienced such things; they were special. What they didn’t understand that there was definitnely someone out there who was having the same experience, as long as it was human to feel it. Loneliness was the one thing that made everything worse; when you thought that no one else could understand your struggles and pains. When there were two or more people fighting together with you, at least there was an incentive to stay strong and keep going. That was what Ezio had learnt over his years in life. Those in the same boat helped to row it better.
That was why when Yuuki understood the fact that he wasn’t the only one out there that was suffering from the actions of others, there was a sign of relief. It was apparent in his words. If even subconscious, the fact that his wound no longer hurt might have been a signal that his heart didn’t either. Just sitting there, Ezio listened to everything that the child wanted to say. He wasn’t in the position to talk after all. The best he could do now was just to listen and reassure. There was a certain limit, a psychological limit, set by Yuuki himself, instigated by the harsh parentage of his mother. To some extent, Ezio could not but bring himself to be angry at the divorced parent, allowing her child to think that he was responsible for everything. It was one thing to get a divorce, and another to allow the child to take ‘responsibility’. Every child needed to be assured that they were not in the wrong by their parents, no matter how futile it would’ve seemed. Yuuki had only a tinge of anger, mostly overwriting his tone with confusion. It was only natural for the blonde to be confused.
Ezio wanted to give this mother a piece of his mind now, but he refrained. Since the child had wanted it to be kept a secret, so it would stay. If there was one thing Ezio was good at, it was keeping secrets. After all, there were some unique things about some people that Ezio had been so kindly privied to, and which had not been divulged to anyone else to date. A teacher could only handle what was in the school. At home, the parent dominated, and Ezio did not wish for Yuuki to be treated even worse than before. A part of him felt sympathy for the child. It was not good for a boy of his age to be exposed to such an experience, specially not for such a long period of time. The feuds of adults involved the innocence of children, smashing their beliefs. Ezio despised such people. If you wanted to argue, at least leave the children out of it. How could you make your own flesh and blood be devoured by the monster of guilt while you, in your own selfish ambition, made the utmost measures to make sure that everything stayed the way you wanted it to?
“No, it’s perfectly fine to feel this way. In fact, no one should’ve allowed you to blame yourself for what happened. Your brother is very precious to you isn’t he? I’m sorry I can’t do anything to help you get close to him, but I might be able to introduce you to someone who can.”
Ezio smiled at the boy, with a particular person in mind. [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jul 6, 2012 9:46:57 GMT -5
[STYLE=font: 30px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; width: 390px; margin-bottom: -11px; text-align: center;]THE CANVAS OF MY SOUL[/style]
[/color] It wasn't that he didn't know what to say to that, he just didn't know how to say it. Or even if he wanted to, really keeping it hidden had been better at first. He had to wonder what this person was up to did they really want to know.
"Yea I know...Don't like to complain either. They do?" That made him pause for a second it wasn't something he had thought about. No to him it was just only his family that had done that, and he had never seen it happen before. Maybe because then he was oblivious, holding back the want to glomp this teacher or just tell everything. Yuuki was not as good as his brother about keeping secrets it was why Gale usually came to him first about things. The second shock was that he had a kid around that would have said the same thing. So while Yuuki might not have been right he wasn't exactly alone either.
"n..no I guess it doesn't hurt anymore." He had been distracted by this, so part of him wasn't really paying attention. The want to run away and just pretend nothing was wrong happened to surface again. The blond just watched him, and kinda moved closer like maybe he was going to sit down too. His thoughts were just making this way too difficult and he knew it. "Mom will get mad though...if she finds out. She doesn't like me talking about it. And ...I don't like the thought of thinking of Zephy at that school. They didn't have to split us up to." There was only a slight tone of anger there, it was more just worry and confusion. The boy didn't understand and wasn't sure how to deal with that.
But he just had to work with it, and was speaking things he never did before. Which was a bit awkward to him, at least he could trust Ezio he hoped. And his mother would never hear about this, he didn't want to deal with her anger on top of that. 'he won't tell her right...or talk to her. I don't want her mad.' He already knew how that would end, just kinda watching Ezio closely but he was still not sure about it. "But I'm just being negative huh..." A twin without his twin it was really just one of those always being alone and worrying more for the other then themselves
To the point of where he would sneak into that school if he had to no matter what happened to him.[/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
Post by Ezio Vincente Belmonte on Jul 13, 2012 21:18:48 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,370][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #F0F0F0][style=height: 15px; background-color: #a2e8b6;] [/style][style=height: 5px; background-color: #c7e5e3;] [/style][style=margin-left: 10px; text-transform: lower; letter-spacing: -2px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold;]isn't it fine to say that we are loved?[/style][style=margin-left: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px;]to be bound, so the world may never but touch[/style][style=width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]Contrary to what most of them believed, kids weren’t mature in the workings of the world until when they’ve been out there, especially if they were caught up in their own world, no matter what the reason was. When anyone felt sorrowful, they imagined that they were the only people in the world that experienced such things; they were special. What they didn’t understand that there was definitnely someone out there who was having the same experience, as long as it was human to feel it. Loneliness was the one thing that made everything worse; when you thought that no one else could understand your struggles and pains. When there were two or more people fighting together with you, at least there was an incentive to stay strong and keep going. That was what Ezio had learnt over his years in life. Those in the same boat helped to row it better.
That was why when Yuuki understood the fact that he wasn’t the only one out there that was suffering from the actions of others, there was a sign of relief. It was apparent in his words. If even subconscious, the fact that his wound no longer hurt might have been a signal that his heart didn’t either. Just sitting there, Ezio listened to everything that the child wanted to say. He wasn’t in the position to talk after all. The best he could do now was just to listen and reassure. There was a certain limit, a psychological limit, set by Yuuki himself, instigated by the harsh parentage of his mother. To some extent, Ezio could not but bring himself to be angry at the divorced parent, allowing her child to think that he was responsible for everything. It was one thing to get a divorce, and another to allow the child to take ‘responsibility’. Every child needed to be assured that they were not in the wrong by their parents, no matter how futile it would’ve seemed. Yuuki had only a tinge of anger, mostly overwriting his tone with confusion. It was only natural for the blonde to be confused.
Ezio wanted to give this mother a piece of his mind now, but he refrained. Since the child had wanted it to be kept a secret, so it would stay. If there was one thing Ezio was good at, it was keeping secrets. After all, there were some unique things about some people that Ezio had been so kindly privied to, and which had not been divulged to anyone else to date. A teacher could only handle what was in the school. At home, the parent dominated, and Ezio did not wish for Yuuki to be treated even worse than before. A part of him felt sympathy for the child. It was not good for a boy of his age to be exposed to such an experience, specially not for such a long period of time. The feuds of adults involved the innocence of children, smashing their beliefs. Ezio despised such people. If you wanted to argue, at least leave the children out of it. How could you make your own flesh and blood be devoured by the monster of guilt while you, in your own selfish ambition, made the utmost measures to make sure that everything stayed the way you wanted it to?
“No, it’s perfectly fine to feel this way. In fact, no one should’ve allowed you to blame yourself for what happened. Your brother is very precious to you isn’t he? I’m sorry I can’t do anything to help you get close to him, but I might be able to introduce you to someone who can.”
Ezio smiled at the boy, with a particular person in mind. [/style][style=margin-top: 10px; width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-color: #E0E0E0; color: #000000; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;]tag: here. words: here. notes: here. credit: template was created by rea of on the edge.[/style]
Post by YUUKI SINCLAIR on Jul 13, 2012 22:35:49 GMT -5
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[/i]That annoying inner voice something he really wanted to get rid of, or at least had to at one point. Not that Yuuki ever could what was he truly supposed to do.
Watching and just wondering how was it that he seemed to know so much. Did he have this happen to him, not that it was Yuuki's business and no way would he end up asking this time. The boy seemed a bit more relaxed now, just because he said it and well there was a few other things. Yuuki held onto anger a bit more then he should but he was always hiding it. Better then letting it show because he never knew what was going to end up happening from there. "Um...I didn't mean to say that..." the boy was apologizing for what he said really. This had just gone from plain weird to awkward, now he wanted to distract him from this conversation.
The blonde slipped over and actually sat down next to Ezio, he wasn't going to stay far away. Why would he want to do that, after all he could trust him. He had already decided that now, and would not end up making a mistake of shoving him away. "They shouldn't have. But.... I guess you have a point." The boy just tried to smile a bit like maybe Ezio had made him feel a bit better, though he wouldn't recover completely, not that quickly. He was no miracle worker but at least he was trying.
"Yea he is..I just wonder if he's okay. I want to go to that Vongola School." The slight worry in his face was still holding a bit of anger, and yet he didn't mean it all. Just wanting to see his brother and looking back up at Ezio. Like he was trying to read him see if he could figure something out about him. Maybe make him tell him something or just get them to move on away from this area. Back to tending to his leg and then class right. That was what he was supposed to do but he didn't want to do that either this time. "W..who? Why would you guys even help me?" It was more of he didn't want to get them in trouble for helping him.
These people were nice to him but he didn't know of what he was supposed to do. Though he did smile back at him again like he was secretly thanking him.[/style][/td][td][atrb=style,width:40px; height:400px; background: #80B3FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:25px; height:400px; background: #99CCFF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:15px; height:400px; background: #B3E6FF;][/td][td][atrb=style,width:10px; height:400px; background: #CCFFFF;][/td][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: 29px impact; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height: 38px; text-align: center; margin-top: -19px;]ONE CHANCE TO KEEP FROM FALLING![/center]
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