Post by Ryocha on Dec 10, 2009 10:35:58 GMT -5
I’m a horrible person sometimes.
When I first met Ferusha, I hadn’t expected her to treat me differently than the others. She was such a tight wad back then, always off by her lonesome studying or listening to music. Classical, if you could believe it. Sometimes rock n’ roll, which is more my style. We had met through music one day in the mess wall, where she was somehow managing to eat while listening to her MP3. I walzted right over to her and pulled out an earphone, and BOY! The look she gave me was just deadly. I ended up not chatting to her much that day, but we were oh so conveniently paired together on our instructor’s whim. Actually, I just slept with him and asked him sweetly. The boobjob always did the trick, I found.
But oh yes, you were wondering why I call myself a horrible person weren’t you? Lemme just finish my ham sandwich and get back to you on that.
Omnomnomnom, nom nom. Mmm, lettuce. And yes, I make my own sound effects when I eat. Bite me.
But yes, I’m a horrible person because only when I’m by myself do I realize how important Ferusha is to me. I mean, she gives me something to do, always damaging her Zaku. But that’s not always it. We could be just as impersonal as the rest in the Zeon military, but I’m the only one she ever really opened up to. Hell, I’m the only person alive outside of her immediate family that knows she used to live on Side 5. Once she told me that, things started falling into place. She’d lost a lot of people back then, and was probably really torn up about being both a dedicated Zeek and someone who liked Feddie scum.
So, naturally, I gloated over it. Boasted about it, even. Sometimes I wonder how that girl puts up with me sometimes. I never ask, lest it would ruin the magic that keeps us together. She accepted the fact I love sex more than I love breathing. She’s always one to keep an ear open when I want to talk. Thing is, she’s the only one that would. I may have had a gazillion friends in the academy, but none who actually took me seriously.
So in short, Ferusha and I clicked, and I never thank her enough for giving me that support. I give her a hug now and then, but she’s not the kind who likes to be too touchy. The first time I did was right before our departure to Earth, and she gave me a good whallop on my cheek. I learned to show her I care in private, but I actually haven’t done anything in that department yet.
We haven’t had any alone time recently, so I’m thinking of pulling her aside and doing something nice for her. I can’t cook worth my life, but I’m thinking once I get the time, I’d want to be the one that tattoos her Zaku with a new cyclops. This is providing both of us don’t die.
I hope we don’t. I don’t want to be left alone again.
That was something both me and Ferusha could relate with, sadly. Shitty childhoods. I had a brother in the Zeon militia who always came home for Christmas. No matter what he had to do, he always promised to come back. Then one time, he didn’t. Then I found out he wasn’t really my brother. I’d explain more, but it hurts just thinking about it.
Ferusha told me on several rare occasions that her parents had practically brainwashed her to believe Zeon was righteous. She disliked them for that, but she still loved them. I can’t see how she can love the parents who ultimately killed what childhood she had. She’s a lovely girl, but holds too many double standards. I prefer siding with one and sticking with it to the end.
Maybe that’s why I still support Zeon’s cause. I can’t forgive the Feds for taking away Daniel from me. I can’t forgive them for trying to control us while they hide in their precious little headquarters on Earth. Forgiveness is for those who have hearts. I lost mine a long time ago.
But yet, I want to protect someone. I’m doing it from the sidelines, making sure she comes back safe and sound. If she doesn’t, then I don’t know what I’d do. The amount of men I’ve slept with won’t make up for the one woman who I can lean against and cry until my tears run dry. Maybe it’s love. Just maybe.
When I first met Ferusha, I hadn’t expected her to treat me differently than the others. She was such a tight wad back then, always off by her lonesome studying or listening to music. Classical, if you could believe it. Sometimes rock n’ roll, which is more my style. We had met through music one day in the mess wall, where she was somehow managing to eat while listening to her MP3. I walzted right over to her and pulled out an earphone, and BOY! The look she gave me was just deadly. I ended up not chatting to her much that day, but we were oh so conveniently paired together on our instructor’s whim. Actually, I just slept with him and asked him sweetly. The boobjob always did the trick, I found.
But oh yes, you were wondering why I call myself a horrible person weren’t you? Lemme just finish my ham sandwich and get back to you on that.
Omnomnomnom, nom nom. Mmm, lettuce. And yes, I make my own sound effects when I eat. Bite me.
But yes, I’m a horrible person because only when I’m by myself do I realize how important Ferusha is to me. I mean, she gives me something to do, always damaging her Zaku. But that’s not always it. We could be just as impersonal as the rest in the Zeon military, but I’m the only one she ever really opened up to. Hell, I’m the only person alive outside of her immediate family that knows she used to live on Side 5. Once she told me that, things started falling into place. She’d lost a lot of people back then, and was probably really torn up about being both a dedicated Zeek and someone who liked Feddie scum.
So, naturally, I gloated over it. Boasted about it, even. Sometimes I wonder how that girl puts up with me sometimes. I never ask, lest it would ruin the magic that keeps us together. She accepted the fact I love sex more than I love breathing. She’s always one to keep an ear open when I want to talk. Thing is, she’s the only one that would. I may have had a gazillion friends in the academy, but none who actually took me seriously.
So in short, Ferusha and I clicked, and I never thank her enough for giving me that support. I give her a hug now and then, but she’s not the kind who likes to be too touchy. The first time I did was right before our departure to Earth, and she gave me a good whallop on my cheek. I learned to show her I care in private, but I actually haven’t done anything in that department yet.
We haven’t had any alone time recently, so I’m thinking of pulling her aside and doing something nice for her. I can’t cook worth my life, but I’m thinking once I get the time, I’d want to be the one that tattoos her Zaku with a new cyclops. This is providing both of us don’t die.
I hope we don’t. I don’t want to be left alone again.
That was something both me and Ferusha could relate with, sadly. Shitty childhoods. I had a brother in the Zeon militia who always came home for Christmas. No matter what he had to do, he always promised to come back. Then one time, he didn’t. Then I found out he wasn’t really my brother. I’d explain more, but it hurts just thinking about it.
Ferusha told me on several rare occasions that her parents had practically brainwashed her to believe Zeon was righteous. She disliked them for that, but she still loved them. I can’t see how she can love the parents who ultimately killed what childhood she had. She’s a lovely girl, but holds too many double standards. I prefer siding with one and sticking with it to the end.
Maybe that’s why I still support Zeon’s cause. I can’t forgive the Feds for taking away Daniel from me. I can’t forgive them for trying to control us while they hide in their precious little headquarters on Earth. Forgiveness is for those who have hearts. I lost mine a long time ago.
But yet, I want to protect someone. I’m doing it from the sidelines, making sure she comes back safe and sound. If she doesn’t, then I don’t know what I’d do. The amount of men I’ve slept with won’t make up for the one woman who I can lean against and cry until my tears run dry. Maybe it’s love. Just maybe.