06-10-2008, 09:55 PM
The more time went by, the surer Kirano was of Seventeen’s demise. His intuitions had never failed him, so why would they fail him now? He envied Aero. At least he had the chance to give Celipa a proper goodbye. He would have liked to do the same for Seveteen, out of honour. Why did things not turn out the way he wanted?
Wanting whatever I desire to be granted…I guess that’s just me being a spoilt brat, he thought.
As a child he always wanted everything, the best toys, the best candy, but as he got older he began to slowly realize that you cannot always get what you want, but as a stubborn boy the truth did not stop him from pursuing his desires. He was forced to learn reality the hard way.
Only God knew where Seventeen’s body was lying on the island, IF his body was still around. There were many ways to die therefore it was hard to predict his cause of death. Kirano felt uncomfortable even thinking about the possibilities.
“Aaah,” he moaned in discomfort, as he removed his back from the tree he had slept against. He had just about enough of sleeping rough. His body had not been the same since the first time he slept on concrete at the start of the tournament. Continuing his pattern of rough sleeping was not going to improve the condition of his aching bones.
The young man’s companion Aero was already awake, sat on Dante’s soil, observing his shotgun wound. The bloodstained cloth he had used to tie around the wound lay next to his wounded thigh. Kirano was no doctor but he was aware wounds needed air, which was probably Aero’s intention. “You know,” said Kirano gazing at allies wound, which had turned yellow and green, including the area around the exposed flesh, “you didn’t have to give me that senzu bean. I could have managed without it.”
“No sweat. I didn’t need it at the time, you did.” Neither had anything to say after that, Aero went back to attending his wound, while Kirano gazed blankly into thin air until the cyan haired man spoke again. “Too bad Seventeen’s dead, I-”
“Heh, I knew it,” Kirano replied, cutting the other human off. It was unfortunate that Karl kept the names of killers confidential, unlike the names of victims. It would have satisfied him to know the name(s) of his friend’s killer(s), so that he could avenge Seventeen, but that was life, never always fear.
You can’t always get what you want.
“If only though…”
“If only what?” wondered Aero.
If only Kirano had been with Seventeen throughout DA, he may still be alive and the two would be verging towards the finale of the competition. “Nevermind,” he sighed. There was no use blaiming himself, crying over spoilt milk. No doubt Seventeen would be rooting for him to win now, so Kirano did not intend to disappoint him.
Wanting whatever I desire to be granted…I guess that’s just me being a spoilt brat, he thought.
As a child he always wanted everything, the best toys, the best candy, but as he got older he began to slowly realize that you cannot always get what you want, but as a stubborn boy the truth did not stop him from pursuing his desires. He was forced to learn reality the hard way.
Only God knew where Seventeen’s body was lying on the island, IF his body was still around. There were many ways to die therefore it was hard to predict his cause of death. Kirano felt uncomfortable even thinking about the possibilities.
“Aaah,” he moaned in discomfort, as he removed his back from the tree he had slept against. He had just about enough of sleeping rough. His body had not been the same since the first time he slept on concrete at the start of the tournament. Continuing his pattern of rough sleeping was not going to improve the condition of his aching bones.
The young man’s companion Aero was already awake, sat on Dante’s soil, observing his shotgun wound. The bloodstained cloth he had used to tie around the wound lay next to his wounded thigh. Kirano was no doctor but he was aware wounds needed air, which was probably Aero’s intention. “You know,” said Kirano gazing at allies wound, which had turned yellow and green, including the area around the exposed flesh, “you didn’t have to give me that senzu bean. I could have managed without it.”
“No sweat. I didn’t need it at the time, you did.” Neither had anything to say after that, Aero went back to attending his wound, while Kirano gazed blankly into thin air until the cyan haired man spoke again. “Too bad Seventeen’s dead, I-”
“Heh, I knew it,” Kirano replied, cutting the other human off. It was unfortunate that Karl kept the names of killers confidential, unlike the names of victims. It would have satisfied him to know the name(s) of his friend’s killer(s), so that he could avenge Seventeen, but that was life, never always fear.
You can’t always get what you want.
“If only though…”
“If only what?” wondered Aero.
If only Kirano had been with Seventeen throughout DA, he may still be alive and the two would be verging towards the finale of the competition. “Nevermind,” he sighed. There was no use blaiming himself, crying over spoilt milk. No doubt Seventeen would be rooting for him to win now, so Kirano did not intend to disappoint him.