Do you happen to know when the very first video that had the infamous Caveman Mark pool video was? I’m going through the playlist and I can’t remember which video it was that sparked so many memes
“Not too far now. I’m grabbing coffee and then I’ll up there in ten.”
Thump. Thump. Thump. The messenger bag ratted against Shion’s thigh as he half jogged across the intersection.
“Getting coffee where?” The voice on the phone rang into his ear, “Shion, I can’t afford for you to go on one of your daydreaming trips again and be late to this meeting. I need you here now.”
Shion laughed into the speaker “I’m at the Starbucks across the street, I can literally see the building from here.”
Ring. Shion pushed open the entrance with his free hand. “I still have fifteen minutes. I promise, that leaves plenty of time for both coffee and a little daydreaming on the way.”
The woman sighed on the other end, but Shion could hear the smile she wore during her next words, “I swear to God, if you’re late Shion, and you embarrass me in front of our first clients in Seattle-“
Shion hopped in line. “Diane, have some faith in me.” Shion played like he was hurt, wounding his voice. “Have you such little trust in me? Do you not know me at all after all these years?”
Shion was next in line.
“It’s because I’ve known you so long that I have no trust in you! Remember the Bar? If it weren’t for me going out of my way to find you on that bench outside, and then dragging you back in, well- Would you have ever become a lawyer if it weren’t for me?”
Shion snorted. Grande vanilla latte, he ordered to the barista. “You know what? I should change my business cards to reflect that. ‘Attorney at Law-but only thanks to Diane Jones.’”
Making his way over to the end of the counter, Shion stood and waited for his drink.
“You have the binders right?”
Shion tapped the side of his messenger bag “Got them right here.”
“And you’ve reviewed everything?”
Shion shook his head. “Twice. On the plane.”
“I think I see them down the hall. Shion, your snowy ass better be in this chair next to me in the next 30 seconds-“
“Shion! Grande Vanilla Latte!”
“Start the countdown now Diane because I’m leaving ri-“
“Shion?”
His ears pricked. The voice came from behind. Shion’s blood receded from his veins, evaporating. Skin prickling from heat and anxiety, Shion whipped around to find the source of the melody that was just sung.
Only one other voice had said his name in that lovely of tone. Like silk. Like chimes. With every syllable dancing off his tongue. Shi-on.
Just as Shion feared, he was met with those eyes. Grey eyes. Beautiful eyes. The same eyes that haunted him in his sleep.
A gnarled noise escaped from the back of Shion’s throat.
Nezumi.
But Shion did not say his name aloud.
“Shion? Hello? Shion?” Diane’s voice drifted away as Shion dropped his hand to his side.
“Shion. It’s you right?” A wane smile formed on Nezumi’s face. “Of course it’s you. Who else would have that hair of yours?”
Unconsciously, Shion touched his hand to his head, running his fingertips across the white strands.
Shion turned his attention off from his hair and examined Nezumi up and down. He was taller, much taller than he remembered. But his hair hadn’t changed, nor his eyes. Nezumi’s long, black hair still hung around his face, framing those storm clouds in the center. Always brewing back at him.
Nezumi chuckled. “What? You’ve seen a ghost or something?” He gaped open his mouth and pointed to it.
Shion could feel the blood seep back into his veins. Fast and hot. He clamped his mouth shut, not realizing that it had been hanging open. “Don’t make fun of me.”
Nezumi’s smile fell. “Shion, I’m not. I didn’t mean-“Nezumi stepped forward, placing his hand on Shion’s shoulder.
White hot pain shot up in Shion’s chest. “Don’t touch me,” He swatted Nezumi’s hand away.
Nezumi drew back. “I’m sorry. It’s just- I can’t believe I’m looking at you Shion. I can’t believe you’re here right now. “
“Ten years.”
“Huh?”
“Ten years you could’ve had to talk to me.”
“Shion, that’ not fair.”
The lump in Shion’s throat had made its way up to his lips, making them quiver. Soon it would reach his eyes and he would lose all control.
No. Shion would not give Nezumi that. He would not allow him to see him cry.
Shion’s feet turned and bolted to the door.
“Shion, wait!”
Shion was halfway down the street towards the firm’s headquarters when he looked behind him. His words of protest were already half-forming at his lips. Ready to tell Nezumi that he couldn’t stay, that he had to go. That he didn’t want to see his face right now.
But no one was there. He didn’t even see Nezumi poking out of the Starbucks’s door.
Shion got inside the elevator when he realized he didn’t even grab his coffee.
Shit! He spat under his breath. Shit! He punched the 98th button with his fist.
He darted his eyes around at the other faces in the elevator, all giving him looks.
Shion turned away. The fire in his chest grew, the flames licking his skin. He hated feeling this way. Feeling like he was burning up, with his toes and fingers tingling. Like was about to shoot himself off into the stars like a cannon.
It was a long time since he felt like this. Or felt anything at all really. How long had it been now?
Shion got through the meeting. He let Diane mostly talk to the CPS workers. Shion could barely listen to anything else besides the racing of his heart race and the incessancy of his inner thoughts.
I saw Nezumi.
How dare he?
Ten years.
I had moved on. Finally. Moved on.
I saw Nezumi.
Laughing at me.
He lives in Seattle?
What has he been doing?
He couldn’t believe he saw me.
I saw him.
That incredulous smile.
His beautiful eyes.
He saw me.
The meeting finally ended and Shion returned to his hotel.
He laid wide awake in bed until the fire in his heart dwindled, the last of it puttering out into smoke. All that was left was a cold, hollowed-out center, in the same place that had been left ten years ago.
The lump in Shion’s throat finally overcame him. He cried until the wind rippling in his chest ceased and his thoughts morphed into dreams.
…
The hems of Shion’s trousers stuck to his ankles, damp and cold. His shoes were waterlogged too. Checking the weather forecast for the day had slipped Shion’s mind that morning before work, or else he would have packed rain boots. And an umbrella.
Slop. Slop. Shion was starting to lose feeling in his toes, with his socks soaking up more of the icy rain water with every puddle that was stepped.
The hotel could be spotted across the street. He was minutes away from peeling off his wet suit and hopping into a steaming shower.
Shion pressed the crosswalk button, ignoring the Starbucks behind him. It demanded he look at it. But Shion refused. He kept his eyes forward, towards the street, focusing his sight in-between the sopping wet locks that hung in front of his eyes.
Don’t you want to look inside?
No.
What if he’s in there?
He’s not.
What if he comes in later?
He won’t.
How do you know?
I just know.
The crosswalk sign switched from the glowing red hand to the white pedestrian. A heard of umbrellas surged ahead across the white lines. Another heard passed Shion, diverging around him.
Shion stayed rooted to where he was. The crosswalk sign blinked the red hand for a few more seconds, and then the cars began to pass.
Huffing out a breath, Shion turned around and entered the Starbucks.
He ordered a hot chocolate and pulled up a seat by the window. Nezumi wasn’t anywhere around.
Letting the warmth of the drink envelop him as he sipped, Shion stared out the window, watching the raindrops run their zigzags across the glass. Crashes were heard overhead, following bursts of light.
After taking another sip, Shion let out a chuckle, the kind that ached his belly. Shion took off the lid and looked down at his hot chocolate. A smile splayed on Shion’s lips as images from the past danced behind his eyes.
He took the hot chocolate in both hands, to warm them, and drank while he watched the storm rage outside.
September 7th, 2003
Book over his face, Shion listened to the pitter-pattering of the rain dance on his roof. He groaned from the bed, where was sprawled out amongst the sheets, pages of homework littered around him. Shion was itching for a distraction. Something exciting to do, other than ecology homework. It was his birthday after all, but it hadn’t felt like it all day. Safu gave him a card, which was nice. And his mother was getting dinner ready, full of all of Shion’s favorite dishes. Ending with cherry pie for dessert, no doubt. But still, today felt no different from any other day. Was there any difference really between ages eleven and twelve?
He wondered what the rain smelled like outside.
Shion peeled the book off his face and sat up. He walked over to his bedroom’s sliding glass doors. Placing a hand to the glass, he looked outside.
The sky wasn’t just grey, but black. The clouds glowed angrily, and the raindrops beat hard against the glass. Even the rumbles gave Shion some jumps.
Shion took a breath. Was he going to do it? He wanted to.
He put his hand to the handle.
Do it.
Let it out.
Let what out?
Everything.
Shion heaved the door to the other side and jumped out into the rain. The wind whipped around his black hair, getting into his mouth. The water felt cool, refreshing. And exhilarating.
Holding his hands up and twirling around, Shion closed his eyes. He focused-in on every droplet that touched down on him. His palms. His head. The length of his back. Everywhere was given that rush of ice.
Shion twirled around, and then faster still. This made him laugh. Made him laugh like a madman. But what did he care? No one was there to watch. It was just him and the storm. Just his newly 12 year-old -self and the rain.
Sucking in a deep breath, Shion started running a ways out into the field.
You have to wait.
Shion saw a flash of light.
Not yet.
Then the thunder echoed.
Now!
Shion unleashed his roar, completely getting lost in the rumbles of the storm. He yelled and yelled until his lungs let out their last puffs of air, and then Shion gulped in a few more breaths and started again.
Who was he yelling to? What was he yelling for? He didn’t know. He just knew that it felt good.
Suddenly, a flash of white fluttered by his head. And then two more zipped by. Shion turned around to find a cascade of papers being picked up by the wind, carried out of his bedroom and into the open air.
Sprinting back to the doors, Shion feverishly snatched up his homework before they were blown away out of sight. Gathering the mess of pages in his arms, Shion carried them back inside, unable to stop the giggles that spilled out of him.
Using a textbook to pin the papers down, Shion placed the pages onto his desk. He went to shut the doors when he let out a yelp.
A figure was lurking in the shadows. A human figure. Someone was in his room.
A flash of lightning stuck, and the burst of light illuminated the figure. It was a boy, small in stature. And he was soaking wet, hunched over and clenching his shoulder.
For that hairsbreadth of a moment, the eyes of the boy locked on Shion’s, arresting him in their power and strength. Their nature completely unlike the state of their owner, frail and weak.
Another flash of light glowed upon the boy. Shion gasped and his hand reached out, instinctively.
“Your shoulder! It’s bleeding, I can-“
In an instant, Shion was thrown backwards, his back hitting the wall so hard he coughed up the air that was knocked from his lungs.
Five fingers were wrapped around his throat. Thin and dainty fingers, Shion noted, but surprisingly powerful. Much like those eyes.
“Don’t move, I have a knife” The voice hissed.
Shion glanced his eyes down and caught the glint of the blade in the boy’s other hand.
Looking up, he focused his sight squarely on the pair of eyes trained on him. They were grey, he realized now that he could see them more clearly. But not grey like a dingy color, more like-
“What is that look for?” The boy said in a quiet growl, giving Shion’s neck a slight shake, slamming the back of his head into the wall.
“Ow! Nothing. I-I can help you with that wound, you know? I have a first aid kit that I can use.”
The grey eyes waved, and the grip on Shion’s neck slackened.
“Shion! Why do I hear the wind more loudly in your room? You don’t have your door opened do you?” Shion’s mother called from behind the bedroom door.
Panic rippled up the boys’ spines. The grip on Shion’s neck was back, and tighter than before. Their eyes latched back onto one another. The grey ones brimming with intensity, and something else Shion couldn’t quite make out.
“Uh- Sorry Mom! I just wanted to smell the rain. I’ll close it now.”
“Well don’t do that again Shion. You don’t want everything getting wet and growing mold.” She scolded, “Dinner will be ready in thirty, sweetie.”
Shion and the boy waited until they heard the footsteps fade away, out of earshot.
Their eyes hung onto one another for a few more beats, and then Shion’s throat was released.
“You said you can fix up my shoulder?” The boy asked.
“Yeah,” Shion responded, “I’ll get the first aid kit now!”
He bounded over to his closed, pulling out a small white box with a red cross on the front.
“Come here, let me have a look at it” Shion plopped down on the floor at the foot of his bed.
The boy knitted his eyebrows at him, and then looked around the room cautiously as he made his way over.
Shion prepared the gauze and alcohol. “Alright let me see that shoulder.”
Rolling his eyes to the side, the boy pulled down his bloodied shirt sleeve. On his knees, Shion leered over the boy and peered at the wound. He sucked in a breath, “There’s pieces of glass in it.”
The boy blew air out his nose. A laugh. Shion waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. So instead, Shion grabbed the tweezers and began plucking the shards of glass from his skin. The boy didn’t wince once, or at least not as far as Shion could tell.
Once the shoulder was glass-free, Shion patted the wound with gauze and antiseptic. The boy drew some quick breaths at the sting, but still did not utter any complaints.
“Whoa, whoa.” The boy suddenly exclaimed, “What do you think you’re doing?” He was pointing to the needle Shion had rummaged from the kit.
“Oh,” Shion looked at the needle and back to the boy, “This is to numb the area for when I start the stitching!”
The boy scrambled backwards, “You never said anything about stitches. I am not your needlepoint practice.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Shion said, waving his hands “We don’t have to do the stitches. Although, I think the wound is deep enough where it needs some sutures.”
The boy frowned. The storm in his grey eyes brewed, narrowing in on Shion.
That’s what his eyes remind me of. Storm clouds, in the beautiful sense.
“I’m not afraid.” He rolled down his sleeve farther. “Do what you have to do.”
“Okay,” Shion shrugged his shoulders. He administered the local anesthesia, and then picked up the needle and thread.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” The boy demanded.
“Well, no not really. But I’ve read about how to do it.” Shion smiled bashfully.
“At Ward?” The boy was referring to the city’s high school.
“Well, no I’ve read about it for fun. My friend-her name is Safu, she’s really into the anatomy and she had a lot of medical books on this kind of stuff. Plus I don’t go to the high school, I’m at the middle school. I’m only twelve.”
“So I’m your test rat huh?” The boy laughed. “Fitting, I suppose.”
Shion’s hands shook through the first few stitches, but then the nerves quickly melted away. It wasn’t as difficult as he figured it would be. Kind of fun actually.
“What’s with the face? You’re smiling like a mad scientist. Like Frankenstein or something.” The boy snickered.
“Shouldn’t I be the one calling you that? You’re the one full of stitches in your body.” Shion replied.
“Actually, Frankenstein is the scientist, not the monster. Common misconception among laymen like yourself.”
Shion finished the stitches and wiped his brow. “All done. Not bad for my first time.”
“Yeah, thanks doc. Be sure to bill my insurance to cover the cost.” The boy leaned against the floorboard of the bed.
Shion stood up and made his way over to his drawers, pulling out a pajama set. Placing them on the bed, he looked down at the boy. “You can change out of your clothes and wear these. I have to go, but I’ll be back. And I’ll bring you something to eat.”
Shion went to turn when he was snatched by the wrist. The boy had pounced into a crouching position. His eyes were locked and serious. “Are you going to snitch?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not going to tell. I promise.”
The boy frowned at this. “Why are you treating me like this?” He barely spoke above a whisper.
“Treating you like what?” Shion asked, confused.
The boy stared at him, studying his face. After a few moments, he replied, “Nevermind. Go, I have to change. I don’t want you to see me indecent.” The boy let go of Shion’s hand.
Switching off the lamp on his desk, the only source of light giving the dark room its glow, Shion exited the door, quietly shutting it behind him. It was when he reached the living room that he realized he did not even know the boy’s name.
He also realized his clothes were still a bit damp from the rain, but hopefully not enough for his mother to notice.
“Mom?” Shion called.
“In here dear,” she called from the kitchen. “I’m setting the table now.”
“I’ll help,” Shion offered, and took over the duties while his mother went back to the kitchen.
What happened to his shoulder? Glass…. And deep too. He’s been hurt pretty bad. An accident? No, someone must have hurt him. Or else he wouldn’t have broken into my room. Should I have called the police? An ambulance?
Shion thought about the way the boy looked at him, his eyes pleading, scared that Shion was going to tell on him.
No, that would have made things worse for him. I’m sure of it. No one can know he’s here.
Karan, Shion’s mother, passed the dining room table and into the living room. Clicking off the television, the screen switched to a greenish color, slowly fading to black.
She shook her head, “So sad, I hope they find him.”
Shion snapped out of his thoughts, “What? Find who?”
“Dr. Shiroiktoto, his foster son has just gone missing. They’ve just sent a search party after him,” Karan finished placing the dishes on the table and sat down. “I pray nothing has happened to him.”
Shion looked over at the television, still sizzling from being turned off. His head started to swirl, like someone had taken a mixer to his brain. But he changed the subject.
“Safu gave me a card today,” Shion began digging into the feast that was laid before him, trying to compose himself enough to keep his head from unscrewing loose.
“Oh she did? How nice of Safu,” Karen said in-between chews, “Always such a sweet girl.”
At the end of dessert, Shion asked, “Mom, can I take a tray of leftovers up to my room? It’s going to be a long night for me with homework and I’ll be needing some snacks.”
“Of course love, take anything you need.” Karen motioned to the table, “Just don’t stretch yourself too thin, though. School’s important but every boy needs his rest.”
Fetching a tray and dishes out of the cupboards, Shion replied “Don’t worry mom, I won’t.”
…
“Hello” Shion said in a singsong voice, closing the door behind him. “Where are you?”
“On your bed. Can you really not see in the dark?” The boy replied, voice flat.
“Oh I see you know,” Shion walked over, tray in hand. “I brought you some food. Sorry if it’s a little cold.”
Shion spotted a glint among the grey in the boy’s eyes. He took the tray from Shion, mouth slightly agape at the array of food. Mashed potatoes, roast beef, buttered rolls, and cherry pie. All of Shion’s favorites. He didn’t say thank you, but he gave Shion a slight nod of his head and began eating.
He had halfway scarfed down everything on the tray when Shion broke the silence.
“Sorry if everything’s not to your taste.”
The boy shook his head, mouth full of roll, and gave Shion a thumbs up.
Shion pulled up next to him on the bed. “Did your foster dad, the one you ran away from, ever cook you meals like this?”
The spoon the boy was holding clattered onto the plate. His head whipped to the side so fast his long hair flew wildly in the air. Scrunching up his nose, he narrowed his eyes on Shion. This made Shion’s mouth curl up into a slight smile.
“Oh, fond of yourself for that one are you?” The boy scoffed, “What bomb are you going to drop on me next? That he’s in the other room waiting for me?”
“Why did you run away? Does it have to do with your shoulder wound?” Shion let go of his smile.
“That’s none of your business,” The boy went back to scraping the last bits of potatoes off his plate.
Shion stood up, and faced the boy, hands on his hips. “If you broke into my bedroom, and I’m keeping you a secret from the whole town that’s looking for you, I think it is my business.”
Laughing, the boy placed the finished tray behind him. “So I’ve turned this retched town on its head huh? Maybe if I stay missing long enough it’ll catch on fire and then be wiped off the map. I think that’ll be my contribution to humanity. I’ll be set for life after that. ”
“Retched? What do you have against Ward 6?” Shion asked.
“If you don’t already know, then you wouldn’t understand if I told you” The boy stood up, getting to eye level with Shion. “You’ve probably lived in No.6 all your life, you’re used to the weirdness. The secrecy constantly being kept in the shadows. None of how this town functions disturbs you. But I’m not from here, I see through its façade. This is far from a perfect town. It’s not the ‘slice of heaven nestled in Middle America’ everyone thinks it is. It’s a damned city, full of demons who damn it and fools who don’t even know that they’re dammed. That’s how I see it.”
This made Shion contort his face, “I never thought this town was perfect.”
Astonishment flashed across the boy’s face, but in the next moment he covered it back up again, his expression flat. “Those are just words.”
“No, I mean them. “ Shion looked down. “I’ve never told anyone before, but- I feel suffocated sometimes. By this town I mean.”
It’s like a noose, and a muzzle. Ready to drop the platform and suppress my cries all at once.
“Makes me want to explode sometimes, you know?”
The boy snickered. “Is that why you were wailing out there in the middle of the storm?”
Shion gasped. “You saw?” He asked, incredulously. He couldn’t believe someone saw. No one was supposed to have seen. He felt the tears begin to well up.
The boy laughed. Shion pushed him backwards, exploding his palms off the boy’s chest. But before Shion knew it, the boy blurred out of sight and his arm was twisted and yanked behind his back, forcing him face first into the sheets. The boy dug his knee onto his shoulder blades, making it hard to breathe. Then Shion felt a coldness at his neck, from that of a spoon.
“If this were a knife,” The boy touched his lips to Shion’s ear, his breath warm. He moved the spoon in a sweeping motion across Shion’s skin. “You would be dead.”
“Whoa!” Shion exclaimed. Every ounce of anger he had towards the boy was replaced by awe. “How did you learn how to do that? Do you take martial arts or something?”
Shion waited for his response, unable to look at the boy sitting on his back. He then felt shaking, and then an outburst of laughter trembled from the boy. He flopped on the bed next to Shion, releasing him from his grasp. The boy hugged his belly and rolled from side to side. Shion let out some nervous chuckles, not knowing what was so funny.
“You-you” The boy gasped through his laughs, “You are one weird kid, you know that?”
“Says you,” Shion shot back, “The one who breaks into people’ houses and threatens them with spoons!”
This sent the boy into a second wave of hysteria. Shion waited until the laughs died down.
“What’s your name anyway?” Shion moved over on his back, next to the anonymous boy.
“Nezumi,” The boy answered, tonelessly.
“What kind of name is that?” Shion cried.
“Okay, hippie-dippie. What kind of name is Shion then? A son of a flower child no doubt.” Nezumi spat. “Nezumi isn’t my real name, it’s a nickname. Given by the grandfather of one of the other foster families I used to live with. It’s Japanese for mouse.”
“Mouse?” Shion mused. “You do like to lurk in the night.”
“Don’t pretend like you know me, we just met.” Nezumi said. “And this will be the last time. I’ll be out of here by morning.”
“Where will you go?” Shion asked.
Nezumi yawned. “Not sure. I’ll figure it out when I get to it. Right now I just want to sleep.”
His head rolled onto the pillow Shion was laying on. Shion pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up,” he told him, “I think you’re running a fever. Hang on, I’ll get you a wet washcloth-“
“No,” Nezumi put a hand on Shion’s chest before he could get away. “Just sleep, I need sleep.”
Shion lowed himself down on the bed, allowing Nezumi to rest his head on his shoulder. Nezumi’s breathing began to slow, making Shion believe him to be asleep. Shion used his free arm to pull over a blanket on top of them.
“Living people are so warm,” Neuzmi murmured, encircling his arm around Shion, pulling him closer.
Shion laid awake, holding him for a few more minutes. Then, his breathing too slowed, and he melted away into a dreamful sleep.
When Shion awoke the next morning, his arms were empty, and Nezumi was nowhere to be found.
2017:
Ring. Shion was yanked from his thoughts by roots of his hair to find Nezumi standing in the doorway. Standing with his hands in his pockets, he gave Shion an apologetic look. Shion, feeling like had been burned, turned his head away. Childishly, like he was twelve again.
Nezumi walked over to the table. “This seat taken?” Shion pressed his lips together in a tight line and motioned with his hand for him to sit, still unable to look at him.
“I thought you might be here.” Nezumi said. His voice rang clear in Shion’s ears. Smooth, like silk. How he missed this voice.
Shion flashed his eyes across the table, wanting a peek at him. Nezumi had his hair messily tied up on top of his head, much like how he wore it in their dorm all those years ago. He also was wearing a leather jacket, with a black and white flannel underneath.
Interesting combination, Shion noted.
“Are we just going to sit in silence?” Nezumi asked exasperatedly.
“I don’t know what I have to say to you.” Shion answered, dishonestly. There were a lot of things Shion wanted to say, his tongue was just refusing to form them.
“Well, want to see something that’ll bring back old memories?” Nezumi smiled, eyes glinting at Shion. He reached into his pocket and placed a mouse on the table. It was after the mouse remained unmoving that Shion realized it was a robot.
“It looks so realistic,” Shion awed, taking it into his hands to feel its fur.
“My mice have come a long way since you’ve seen them.”
“I suppose they have.” Shion felt a wind gust through the hollow in his chest.
It’s 11:37 on Christmas Eve so I have to stop here and send it to the blog. I am so sorry this was cut short, but I promise, promise, promise, I will contact you when I upload the rest of this chapter (and future chapters) on the Archive. I have never written a full fan fiction before, but your prompt really inspired me. I know it doesn’t exactly fit with your prompt at this stage, but I promise as the story goes on, it will. Once I sat down to write it, it got a whole life of its own and is going to be a much, much longer story than I originally anticipated. But I really hope you liked the start of it. I’m sorry it’s such a slow burn, but I hope it was still entertaining for you. Merry Christmas and I hope you will continue to read when I publish it and continue to add future chapters :)
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INFP
You are one of the Diplomats - an empathic and idealistic individual who enjoys exploring interesting ideas and prizes morality. You are known for your poetic nature, intuitive skills and pure, childlike enthusiasm. Above you will find a brief overview of your personality traits - proceed to the type overview to learn much more about your personality type. Prepare to be impressed.
Sasha Braus from Attack on Titan
Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender
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Celty Sturluson from Durarara!!
Lucy/Kaede from Elfen Lied
Makoto Tachibana from Free!
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Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter
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I see a pattern here: Most of them either are emotionally traumatized, end up never getting what they want, kill people or find their curel end in death... I get the feeling that I should fear for my future xD
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INFJ
The INFJ personality type is very rare, making up less than one per-cent of the population, but they nonetheless leave their mark on the world. As Diplomats (NF), they have an inborn sense of idealism and morality, but what sets them apart is the accompanying Judging (J) trait – INFJs are not idle dreamers, but people capable of taking concrete steps to realize their goals and make a lasting positive impact. INFJs tend to see helping others as their purpose in life, but while people with this personality type can be found engaging rescue ef- forts and doing charity work, their real passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people need not be rescued at all.
INFJs indeed share a very unique combination of traits: though soft-spoken, they have very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea they believe in. They are decisive and strong-willed, but will rarely use that energy for personal gain – INFJs will act with creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity not to create advantage, but to create balance. Egalitarianism and karma are very attractive ideas to INFJs, and they tend to believe that nothing would help the world so much as using love and compassion to soften the hearts of tyrants. INFJs find it easy to make connections with others, and have a ta- lent for warm, sensitive language, speaking in human terms, rather than with pure logic and fact. It makes sense that their friends and colleagues will come to think of them as quiet Extroverted types, but they would all do well to remember that INFJs need time alone to decompress and recharge, and to not become too alarmed when they suddenly withdraw. INFJs take great care of other’s feelings, and they expect the favor to be returned – sometimes that means giving them the space they need for a few days.
Really though, it is most important for INFJs to remember to take care of themselves. The passion of their convictions is perfectly capable of carrying them past their breaking point and if their zeal gets out of hand, they can find themselves exhausted, unhealthy and stressed. This becomes especially apparent when INFJs find them- selves up against conflict and criticism – their sensitivity forces them to do everything they can to evade these seemingly personal attacks, but when the circumstances are unavoidable, they can fight back in highly irrational, unhelpful ways. To INFJs, the world is a place full of inequity – but it doesn’t have to be. No other personality type is better suited to create a movement to right a wrong, no matter how big or small. INFJs just need to remember that while they’re busy taking care of the world, they need to take care of themselves, too.
Armin Arlert (Shingeki no Kyojin)
Lily Rush (Cold Case)
Yamato "Matt" Ishida (Digimon)
Yuna (Final Fantasy X)
Makoto Tachibana (Free!) [Oh, dear ...]
Kyle Hyde (Hotel Dusk: Room 215)
Princess Zelda (The Legend of Zelda)
Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)
Jean Valjean (Les Misérables)
Gaara (Naruto) [I can totally live with that!]
Mako Mori (Pacific Rim)
Ryoga Hibiki (Ranma 1/2) [Okay~ ...]
Zelos Wilder (Tales of Symphonia) [I really like this one xD]
Jasper Hale (Twilight)
Uhm ... I'll tag minimumspeed, sashiljes (haven't heard something from you for a long time D:), noblelilium, @aoyokai
URL: minimumspeed
Name: Christina
Nickname: Mini
Birthday: 21. October
Gender: Female
Sexuality: I don't know... I love it when people show love and have fun - does this count as sexuality?
Height: 173 cm
Time Zone: utc +1
What time and date is it: September 6th 2014, 16:20
Average Hours of sleep: 6 - 7 hours
OTPs: Lawlu, Noiao, Renao...
Last thing I googled: Rihanna Shut up and drive
First word that comes to mind: 'What'
Last thing I said to a family member: 'Hmm?' When I didn't understand what my mom said
One place that makes me happy and why: The manga-shop in Passau, because I love to talk with the owner
How many blankets do I sleep under: 1 (2 in winter)
Last movie I watched: Evangelion 1.11
3 things I can't live without: I couldn't live without my friends, my family and fun
Something I plan on learning: Japanese
A piece of advice for my followers: Keep smiling, even though it's hard sometimes - who knows, perhaps tomorrow'll be a better day!
You have to listen to this song: Not gonna die - Skillet
I'm gonna tag: noblelilium, lawlya, hotaru5, crimsonvalet, sashiljes, haikaras, imlookingupformyanimeboy, xyaoi-dreamer and whoever else wants to do this. You don't need to do this if you don't want to :)
You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, mp3 etc. and write down the first 20 songs, and then pass this on to ten people. One rule: no skipping.
I was tagged by imlookingupformyanimeboy. Thank you >u<
Ok, let's do this! (Now that I found my mp3 again)
That was fun! :3 I'll tag lawlya, noblelilium, xyaoi-dreamer, haikaras, xxxhime, shiny-roselias, hotaru5 and whoever wants to do it :3 If you don't want to, it's fine, too :)
Tagged by xyaoi-dreamer! Thank you so much for tagging me >u<
Here are the rules:
ALWAYS post the rules;
Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones;
Tag 11 people and link them. And tell them they have been tagged!
Your questions are:
1 Anime/manga character you’d like to marry and why.
I never really thought about a character I'd like to marry... but if I had to choose right now, I'd go with Luffy! His smiles are the most precious thing ever~ And he'll protect his friends no matter what! I'd most likely fall in love with a person who spreads happiness while never neglecting their own goals and dreams, protecting what's dear to them :) And Luffy fits that description pretty well~
2 Favourite place in the whole world
I've never been much of a traveller and the only place I can think of right now would be Bayreuth. I've only been there once, but I remember that there's been a nostalgic feeling in me while I was roaming the streets. The lamp posts were made to look old and there's been a huge church with a beautiful plaza~ If only it hadn't been that hot that day, then it would've been even more amazing.
Other than that I'd say my living room - home sweet home~
Do you have any pets? If so, what is/are he/she/they called?
Sadly, I don't have any pets :(
Manga and/or anime that made you cry a river
One Piece, without a doubt! There are parts that still hurt so much that I can't read them without a tissue somewhere next to me!
If you had to choose one anime universe to spend the rest of your life in, which one would it be and why?
Most likely One Piece again ^^ There are so many amazing places to visit, so many funny people to meet and so many adorable animals! But I'd only do it if I had a devil fruit ability ;D
What’s better: kissing or hugging?
Hugging~ It's nice to feel the warmth of another person in your arms and how tightly they hug you because they love you or missed you or appreciate you being with them :3
Do you have any birthmarks?
Yes, I have some moles all over my body ^^
If you could learn any language fluently which one would it be and why?
Japanese, because I love Japan and would like to watch anime and read mangas and doujinshis in their original language :)
Something that makes you jump from happiness
When someone tells me they miss me or like me or I'm the first one they turn to when they have news, because it makes me feel important
Do you have any fears or phobias?
Spiders, Falling, sometimes social anxiety when I'm stressed and the fear of people abandoning me because they've found someone better
What’s your favorite midnight snack?
Waffles and yoghurt :3
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That was fun! Thank you so much!
Now my questions :)
What's your favourite song right now?
How about your favourite movie?
Something about yourself you like the most? (Doesn't matter if body part or character trait)
Things that make you angry?
Is there a place you always wanted to visit? Why?
If you had to team up with your best friend during the zombie apocalypse, how amazing would you two be?
Your favourite spare time activity?
Your favourite weather? Why?
What makes you laugh the most?
What did you think about the last movie you saw?
Is there any book you'd like to recommend? What is it about?
