Current mood:

nauseated

First post, and it's a good one. I was going to start with a Gary Stu, but decided to do this one instead.

Title: We Could Be Friends (How about no?)
Author Miscreant: trick is to keep breathin (please stop though to save the rest of us)
Rating:
Spilled Piscus Juice

Character's Name: Cevena Jade Fanel (Now, wouldn't her name be Japanese? Oh wait, Van has apparently forgotten all about being a King in Fanelia, so he might have chosen the name...but I doubt it. I see way too many H/V children with "Jade" as their middle name, although Japanese don't have middle names...*goes off on a rant*)
Species: Human/Draconian (I suppose the last part is true, since Van IS her father, but they haven't mentioned it yet)
Hair Color: "dark glossy hair"
Eye Color: "shocking, green eyes"
Special Possesions: Uhhh, her CD player? She tends to listen to Angsty, American music on it alot. Oh, and of course Hitomi's pendant. Duh, how else would she get to Gaia?

Annoying Origin: Uhh, well, when two people, like Van and Hitomi, fall in love, they get together and...
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Van and Hitomi's daughter, and suggested by the summary, is going to be Dilandau's TWU WUV!! *gags*
Annoying Special Abilities: None really, unless you count extreme angsting! No? Didn't think so...
Other Annoying Traits: Is a snot nosed brat who doesn't appreciate Hitomi and Van as parents and thinks she's different from every other moody teenager out there. *rolls eyes*

Parts from first chapter(I could only read through that much, though I did scan some of the later chapters):

But she could not act at all, she wasn't good at pretending to be something or someone she wasn't. Then there was singing.she still winced at the thought. Her voice was something like a dying, tortured, constipated bull frog in heat. She tried her hand at almost every sport, hoping to find one where she had a natural talent and could be a star. Her body had other ideas though, She had no endurance, all the others were always, tougher, smarter, and stronger and outlasted her. She sighed. Then she had watched some samurai cartoons and thought she could be some great martial artist. She had made her mother enrol her in wushu, karate and taichi. Altogether she had been exhausted and overwhelmed. All the moves from each art bled into one another until she seemed be doing wusharatichi. She still remembered her instructor's sniff of disdain, and the rest of the class's laughter. She had walked away and never tried again.

She did okay in school, but had to work hard for her 60 average where others who didn't seem to care at all easily got 95s. She was tired and frustrated in general with life, she was sick of trying again and again to find something she had a passion for and each day the fire within guttered a little lower. There came the point about a year ago, when she just gave up and stopped trying. She went to her classes, didn't pay attention, didn't do homework. None of her so called friends seemed to notice the change. In fact, they didn't even seem to notice when she started skipping her classes more and more often. She felt invisible.

No, trust us, we can see you. We WISH you were invisible though.


Yah, maybe I'm just psycho.she thought. Late at night she could hear her parents talking about her. She just turned up her music and ignored them.discussing her like she was some kind of problem that needed to be resolved. The door opened suddenly, her father stepped through, snapping her back to present.

Her mother whipped around. "Oh, Van." she started. Her father looked at her and then at her mother. "What is wrong, Hitomi?" He asked sternly, looking at her mother. They met each others eyes and a brief look of understanding passed almost to quick for Cevena to catch. Van turned to her, first taking a deep breath. "Cevena, Your mother and I think that we might know what the problem is." Not another "understanding parent" talk. She couldn't stand it. She had to get air. She turned around and ran up to her room, slamming the door. "Cevena!" Hitmomi cried anxiously. She heard it through the floor. But then she heard her father shush her and say something like "Give her some time, she needs to calm down first."

Cevena could feel the anger gathering inside her, like a dark beast. She turned up her music, Down with the Sickness, resounded off the walls. Covering everything. She was tired of being so predictable. She wanted to prove that she wasn't just a teenager going through her phases! She had to prove somehow that she didn't want to be what everyone wanted her to be. What the world expected her to be. She felt like she was going insane. She grabbed her CD player and climbed out the window. She needed a walk.

A walk off a short bridge is more like it.



She wanted to cry, but she hadn't cried since she was a four year old. Why start when she was 17? She sighed again. Suddenly she wanted to sing, to put her feelings into a song. It came out a tuneless, weak mewling melody that was *supposed* to be Lennie Kravitz. "I wish that I could fly, so very high into the sky.to anywhere I please. Oh, I wanna get away.I wanna fllllllllllyyy away!" Sure it was an old song. But the words seemed to come straight from her soul and she smiled at her own silliness. A light pulsed from under her shirt. She gasped and took out her necklace. Her mother had given it to her on her fifteenth birthday, almost at the same time Cevena had started to give up on life. Her mother had never taken it off, so it came as a shock to her when she just gave it. The pulsing had slowed to a steady glowing pink light, getting brighter and brighter. The last thought before everything went black was. "My wish is coming true.?"

And suddenly she was smashed to smithereens. "No, you silly silly Mary Sue, OUR wish is coming true!"