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Rena ([info]soupmix) wrote,
@ 2008-01-17 23:29:00

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Entry tags:.hack, short

Title: Genre
Summary: This is...
Rating: G
Warnings: I curse, go me.
Update: one-shot
Other: This is either a post game G.U. fic, or something else entirely. I think this is too random for one to be spoiled regardless. Had fun writing it, hope you have fun reading


This is not a love story.

A love story would not have so many players, would not have the pain and hurt and betrayal that this tale does. It would not have so many of those same people causing that hurt, stabbing one another in the back. It would not have so few kisses, and so much blood and tears.

This is not a epic.

They are just children and adults, the same as any other person on the street. They stick to their places, all more or less the same when one gets down to it and all without leaving their rooms. Their deeds were ones born of revenge or desperation, of selfish desires pretending to be noble.

This is not a novel.

This is real, don't you remember the blood? People scream and cry and have boring moments no writer would dare touch on. They have hours of non-action, despite how events, life tries to shove them forward. They have indecision, stupid fights, and contradict themselves. There is no one who could write it, they don't share enough for anyone to know enough pieces of the tale.

This sure as hell isn't a comedy.

Or if it is, it would be a black comedy. Too much blood, too many tears and pain. Too much lost for anyone to be laughing. There is moments when they do laugh, when they do smile. But the knife is still hanging over them and this is still a race against time.

This could definitely be a tragedy.

But no one died. There was tears, but the hero did not die for the peoples sins. The villain was the hero, and just that there messes up so many things. He was the boy who was following, but he was the one at the center of it all.

This might be a drama.

There has been tension throughout this, the push and shove and thin tempers they all have. There is the tension between him and her, him and them, them and the world. There is the focus on them, despite how wide this is spreading.


This is his story.

This is their story, this is their life.

This is the rise and fall of humans, far more able to hurt and harm each other then the gods ever could. This is how god does show up, and this is how they learned to connect. This is a story of growth. This is a story of humor. This is a story of love, and pain, worlds.

This was less than a year in his life. The world will keep turning, and they will all keep living. But hopefully the story has taught him well enough that he will go home with the lessons.



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