Shiki...Hana...
You look so happy in this photo.
Is it because Mom was still alive?
Because the mountain was still warm?
Brother, Sister...
You look so flushed with warmth.
Is it because the sun still shone?
Because birds still sang?
Big Brother, Big Sister
You never smiled like that again.
Is it because Mom died?
Because our home is no longer warm?
Is it because the sun hid behind the clouds?
Because the birds have left and no longer sing?
Or, Shiki, Hana, is it because I was born?
Your seal is red,
My alchemy's blue,
Believe me, Alphonse,
I want her back too.
When that bastard left Mom,
Mom also departed,
To just see her once more,
Is all that we wanted.
May our pyre show
this promise I make,
To both mom an Alphonse,
and to my mistake.
Heart Beat(How does one title?) by Setsuo-Makkii, literature
Literature
Heart Beat(How does one title?)
Thump
The resulting pound of a heart
Pounding away each minute
Like a bruise, it pulses
Eager to be felt within my chest
Thump Th-thump
It stutters inside me
Cold creeping along my veins
Like frost across a window pane
Silently across my heart
Thump
The beating keeps on
A dirge to accompany me
Like a shadow in the dark
Latching to my mind
Silence
It stopped
All is silent
Everything is done
Everyone is gone.
The Eyes of Memories .::Chapter Two::. by Setsuo-Makkii, literature
Literature
The Eyes of Memories .::Chapter Two::.
Chapter 2
Everything was warm, and soft like clouds. I felt no pain, and ... my eyes were closed.
Where was I? When I opened my eyes, all my senses waken. I could feel a stinging pain across my body. My fingers and toes burned. The smell of antiseptic assaulted my nose, and loud, obnoxious beeping from the machines I was hooked up to.
"Setsuo?" A soft, scared voice asked me. After a moment, recognition triggered and I looked over to my right, where my handsome older brother sat. Shichi was sitting on the side of my bed, hovering over me, holding my right hand. He had short, brownish hair like our fathers, but our mothers eyes. I blinked at
Fear
Relief
Hope
Anger
Hate
They mix together
in a swirling mess
of emotion
that reigns
they tingle softly
within my limbs
within my lungs
and inside my heart
they pulse gently
my body moves
emotion rules
and so
I wrap my arms
around your slim shoulders
shoulders that have carried
too much at a time
I press my cheek
against your hair
soft as snow
as luminous
As the moon
in the dark
no cloud can block
out its shine
Nothing
can blot you out
You are candle in the dark
and I’m a moth to your flame.
You are water
in this dry desert
And you’ve
sustained me this long
I press you to me
feel your chest
rise and fall
with each
I'm sorry
What I said
Was Wrong
I should not have
I'm so sorry
What I did
Was wrong
Why would I do that?
I'm very sorry
What I felt
Was wrong
I had no right
Do you forgive me?
I hope not
Because
I don't deserve it.
Why is the way I dress wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that it expresses who I am?
That you have to ask
why I wear what I wear,
or why it's always black?
Why are the things I like wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that what I like personifies me?
That you have to ask
why I listen to what I listen to,
or why it's always melancholy?
Why is the way I act wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that I be myself?
That you have to ask
why I am so quiet,
or why when you do speak, you sound so sad?
The way I am is not wrong,
You shouldn't ask me
WHY
Am I me?
WHY
Am I quiet?
WHY
do I dress like this?
WHY
do
Shiki...Hana...
You look so happy in this photo.
Is it because Mom was still alive?
Because the mountain was still warm?
Brother, Sister...
You look so flushed with warmth.
Is it because the sun still shone?
Because birds still sang?
Big Brother, Big Sister
You never smiled like that again.
Is it because Mom died?
Because our home is no longer warm?
Is it because the sun hid behind the clouds?
Because the birds have left and no longer sing?
Or, Shiki, Hana, is it because I was born?
Heart Beat(How does one title?) by Setsuo-Makkii, literature
Literature
Heart Beat(How does one title?)
Thump
The resulting pound of a heart
Pounding away each minute
Like a bruise, it pulses
Eager to be felt within my chest
Thump Th-thump
It stutters inside me
Cold creeping along my veins
Like frost across a window pane
Silently across my heart
Thump
The beating keeps on
A dirge to accompany me
Like a shadow in the dark
Latching to my mind
Silence
It stopped
All is silent
Everything is done
Everyone is gone.
The Eyes of Memories .::Chapter Two::. by Setsuo-Makkii, literature
Literature
The Eyes of Memories .::Chapter Two::.
Chapter 2
Everything was warm, and soft like clouds. I felt no pain, and ... my eyes were closed.
Where was I? When I opened my eyes, all my senses waken. I could feel a stinging pain across my body. My fingers and toes burned. The smell of antiseptic assaulted my nose, and loud, obnoxious beeping from the machines I was hooked up to.
"Setsuo?" A soft, scared voice asked me. After a moment, recognition triggered and I looked over to my right, where my handsome older brother sat. Shichi was sitting on the side of my bed, hovering over me, holding my right hand. He had short, brownish hair like our fathers, but our mothers eyes. I blinked at
Fear
Relief
Hope
Anger
Hate
They mix together
in a swirling mess
of emotion
that reigns
they tingle softly
within my limbs
within my lungs
and inside my heart
they pulse gently
my body moves
emotion rules
and so
I wrap my arms
around your slim shoulders
shoulders that have carried
too much at a time
I press my cheek
against your hair
soft as snow
as luminous
As the moon
in the dark
no cloud can block
out its shine
Nothing
can blot you out
You are candle in the dark
and I’m a moth to your flame.
You are water
in this dry desert
And you’ve
sustained me this long
I press you to me
feel your chest
rise and fall
with each
I'm sorry
What I said
Was Wrong
I should not have
I'm so sorry
What I did
Was wrong
Why would I do that?
I'm very sorry
What I felt
Was wrong
I had no right
Do you forgive me?
I hope not
Because
I don't deserve it.
Why is the way I dress wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that it expresses who I am?
That you have to ask
why I wear what I wear,
or why it's always black?
Why are the things I like wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that what I like personifies me?
That you have to ask
why I listen to what I listen to,
or why it's always melancholy?
Why is the way I act wrong?
Why do you have to ask?
Is it not enough that I be myself?
That you have to ask
why I am so quiet,
or why when you do speak, you sound so sad?
The way I am is not wrong,
You shouldn't ask me
WHY
Am I me?
WHY
Am I quiet?
WHY
do I dress like this?
WHY
do
Shiki...Hana...
You look so happy in this photo.
Is it because Mom was still alive?
Because the mountain was still warm?
Brother, Sister...
You look so flushed with warmth.
Is it because the sun still shone?
Because birds still sang?
Big Brother, Big Sister
You never smiled like that again.
Is it because Mom died?
Because our home is no longer warm?
Is it because the sun hid behind the clouds?
Because the birds have left and no longer sing?
Or, Shiki, Hana, is it because I was born?
Setsuo came from the small mountain village of Miyama. Setsuo was born with two siblings, an older Brother and a older Sister. Out of the the three, he was the runt. He has a slight build, and was generally shorter then most of the other villagers. His Mother died giving birth and he never got to build a close relationship with his Father, who left him when he was eight. He's socially awkward, and judges himself harshly. He likes chocolate, online role-playing, origami, snowy owls and painting and Key's cookies. He would do almost anything to have his family together again. His brother and sister moved off, having grown up. He was left in a boys home until he was 14, where he promptly ran away to Crypton Headquarters in Tokyo, Japan. Setsuo is good at hunting, cooking, cleaning, singing, sewing, lockpicking, and using a sling shot.
.:Relationships:. Love: Nani-Key "Smile more often for me, Ok?" Crush: Nani-Key "Is there...Anyone you really like, Key?" Friends: VocaloidCH-Len, Taiyumi and all the baby Mikuos, VocaloidCH--IA, VocaloidCH-Gumi, VocaloidCH-KageneRui "Oh, hey, guys! *waves* " Dislike: Most People "Was there something you wanted?" Enemies: Purple-Crab, VocaloidCH-KageneRui "There isn't anything I won't do to avoid you. :I"
Favourite Visual Artist
Mike Inel
Favourite Movies
Avatar
Favourite TV Shows
Castle, Bones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
VOCALOID
Favourite Books
Alice in Wonderland
Favourite Writers
Cassandra Claire
Favourite Games
Legend of Zelda
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Paper, Laptop, anything that can copy my thoughts, really.