(no subject)
Progress on my stories have slowed to a crawl. I'm not making good headway of late and it's rather bothersome since I'd like to be able to just breeze on through. I blame Merc and Bean for this problem since we seem to be using it like a running joke these days.
Anyhow, a snippet from Chapter 3 of Not So Ordinary Day.
++++++++++++
Hanabi Hyuuga was wrestling with her thoughts. She was
charged with attending to her elder sister as she slept,
and for the most part it was a quiet and boring task. The
last few minutes though...
"Naruto-kun... S-Sasuke-kun... w-what are you... Kiba...
it's wrong...."
Hanabi recognized that there were many things she still
didn't understand, but she was fairly confident that
writhing in bed and moaning out the names of no less than
three different boys was... odd.
"Adult stuff" is likely what it was. The special
classification she'd begun using to describe anything that
her father and sister were too uncomfortable to speak
about. Thanks to their joint efforts, Hanabi was quickly
developing an ear for the fact that sometimes there were
two different conversations going on at the same time. One
for her ears, which she understood perfectly, and the other in
a foreign tongue that only the adults seemed privy to.
Today for example, Ms. Kurenai brought her unconscious
sister home. She shared a brief chat with Father who
thereafter was off in a tizzy, stalking the hall like a
tiger with its tail in a kink. He was acting as skittish
as the time she asked him where babies came from.
She still didn't have an answer to that, Hanabi noted,
which annoyed her to no end. This daughter of Hyuuga wore
her curiosities openly and her dogged pursuits to sate her
mind's thirst were well known in the compound.
The daily prodding of her grandaunt revealed that they came
from cabbages and a weeklong study of the leafy veggies
revealed no babies, merely more questions. Broaching her
father on the matter had reduced the proud man into a
stammering wreck who yielded nothing useful and somehow
earned her extra studies that kept her indoors for quite
some time.
"Grown-ups are so weird," Hanabi commented with a sigh.
She wondered if she'd ever understand any of them. Like,
what in the world does "failed bird watching" mean anyway?
Anyhow, a snippet from Chapter 3 of Not So Ordinary Day.
++++++++++++
Hanabi Hyuuga was wrestling with her thoughts. She was
charged with attending to her elder sister as she slept,
and for the most part it was a quiet and boring task. The
last few minutes though...
"Naruto-kun... S-Sasuke-kun... w-what are you... Kiba...
it's wrong...."
Hanabi recognized that there were many things she still
didn't understand, but she was fairly confident that
writhing in bed and moaning out the names of no less than
three different boys was... odd.
"Adult stuff" is likely what it was. The special
classification she'd begun using to describe anything that
her father and sister were too uncomfortable to speak
about. Thanks to their joint efforts, Hanabi was quickly
developing an ear for the fact that sometimes there were
two different conversations going on at the same time. One
for her ears, which she understood perfectly, and the other in
a foreign tongue that only the adults seemed privy to.
Today for example, Ms. Kurenai brought her unconscious
sister home. She shared a brief chat with Father who
thereafter was off in a tizzy, stalking the hall like a
tiger with its tail in a kink. He was acting as skittish
as the time she asked him where babies came from.
She still didn't have an answer to that, Hanabi noted,
which annoyed her to no end. This daughter of Hyuuga wore
her curiosities openly and her dogged pursuits to sate her
mind's thirst were well known in the compound.
The daily prodding of her grandaunt revealed that they came
from cabbages and a weeklong study of the leafy veggies
revealed no babies, merely more questions. Broaching her
father on the matter had reduced the proud man into a
stammering wreck who yielded nothing useful and somehow
earned her extra studies that kept her indoors for quite
some time.
"Grown-ups are so weird," Hanabi commented with a sigh.
She wondered if she'd ever understand any of them. Like,
what in the world does "failed bird watching" mean anyway?