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Perpetual Renaissance

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Perpetual Renaissance
Perhaps it was preposterous to turn something like this in – yes, the homework assignment the day previous was to write a poem – but a poem like this? Ran thought – no, knew he could do better. He could have chosen a subject he actually liked – such as vampires or nighttime – something he was good at writing and describing; but did he? No. He had to go and choose a topic that was completely and utterly foreign to him – love. Yes, he had experienced infatuation before – which he foolishly mistook to be love – but that did not mean he was familiar with the emotion per se. Ran loved to experience knew things – and he strived to become a better poet, so he figured it would be nice to try a new element – a new tactic … He thought it would be a wonderful new adventure – was it? No.

Even so; what had compelled him to write about this ungodly thing? As of now; he wasn't positive – though he knew some queer force must be at work – as strange ghostly emblem of some sort.  He would never even consider writing about … Love; not even if he was lying on his death bed, would he even consider something as horrific as this! But, then again … maybe, just maybe his subconscious was to blame here. Maybe he was infatuated with someone, but didn't yet realize it – maybe he chose to write about love for a reason … His cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink as a certain raven-headed teen popped into his mind at that moment, and he clenched and unclenched his fingers a few times as he …

"Ran." He snapped out of his thoughts and stared up at his teacher, Kei Takameni-Sensei, said his name. The teen raised from his seat and took naturally large, graceful steps towards the blonde male. Takameni-Sensei smiled as he approached, extending a hand invitingly, waiting for the Kurosaki boy's homework assignment. The boy thrust it out towards him nonchalantly with a long sigh. Takameni-sensei frowned at that but didn't comment on his less-than-chipper attitude. He was far used to it by now. He skimmed it over a few times, before looking up at Ran. "Boy …" He began slowly, his words sounding skeptic, and Ran raised an unfazed brow – though on the inside, he was afraid that his teacher didn't care for the simple Sonnet. The Sonnet poem that took so much time to create - the thing that almost made him rip his hair out – made him chew his lip until it began to bleed.

Perhaps it was rather foolish to get so worked up over a simple little poem – something that would likely be cast aside and forgotten; left to turn to dust. It was likely that the world would forget him – forget about his poems; forget everything about Ran Kurosaki. He would be nothing but a legend – a fable left to flit about among the stars in the empty, desolate universe … Absolutely nothing. Perhaps it was childish of him to spend so much time working on one single poem – a Sonnet in which he didn't even enjoy writing. It was a romantic little thing, with a touch of sorrow of grief – however, that just added to its charming characteristic flair, he supposed. It was much like … like the Renaissance – the rebirth of art and literature – a time when romance and drama collided with one another and life flourished once more into song artistry and literature. Yes – that's what it was. A Renaissance-like poem ….

Even so; there should be no reason to fret over whether his sensei liked his work or not – he was wonderful at poetry; quite original, to say the least. He remembered the time – if memory serves him correctly; it was in his first year – that he had to create a ballad that could easily be sung to. And that he did. It was a simple ballad with a simple melody. But – Ran being Ran – he had given it his own "ominous touch." Granted, some people didn't like it because it was so … Odd. But others adored it because it was different – not something you would see every day … The assignment was to write about a mythological creature – so he did. He chose a Youkai … It went like this;

The Ballad of the Mischievous Youkai:
- I couldn't help but pause and gawk at such a beautiful girl
Her glorious eyes, her slender bod and her silky long blonde hair
She stole my heart and from that day forth,
I was going to make her mine!
- I took her hand, showed her the world the way I saw it
She'd smile and giggle, and oh! What a thrill she gave me!
She had captivated me from the moment I saw her! And I thought "Oh dearest me, I'm so lucky!"
If only I knew that it wasn't true; perhaps I'd be alive! Oh well! Too bad! She was a Youkai in disguise!
- That night she showed a side of herself I never thought I'd see
She had an icy stare, sharp claws and tufts of thick brown hair!
She ripped at my hair, tugged at my skin and tore me limb-from-limb!
Oh well! Too bad! So sad! She was a Youkai!


"Uncanny" his Sensei had called it. "Despite the fact that it's creepy and makes me wonder about your sanity; you truly have a gift." At that comment, Ran had vaguely wondered if that was to be taken as a compliment or an insult … Either way though, he felt accomplished of his work; and was glad he was praised. He had done many more assignments similar to the Ballad before. He had written Acrostics, Cinquain, Haiku, Epitaph, Free-Verse …. Each of which he truly aspired at. Each of his Senseis had said he had a gift for words; that you could just feel the emotion seeping through each work. Of course; Ran knew he was good at poetry – otherwise he wouldn't write it at his own free will - which he often did in a spare notebook; jotting down all of his thoughts and feelings of the day – a "melting pot," of sorts. Instead of keeping a diary like most people, he kept all of his thoughts of the day in order in poems. That way, if someone were to read his poems; nothing would be revealed to the ordinary person. No malicious secrets; no cliché feelings, nothing …

Albeit, on occasion, he found that it was quite difficult to attain certain emotions through poetry. For instance – he had once attempted to explain what it felt like to be "morbid." Unfortunately though, he had trouble attaining the correct describing words, and he spent over an hour on the poem, when it should have taken him only a few minutes to do. Typically; he was used to writing about the "darker" emotions, such as pessimism, dismal, emptiness, scorn, envy, melancholy, etcetera – and he excelled with flying colors when doing so also.

Lately, however, his emotions seemed to shift a bit. Yes – he still felt dreary; still felt the utmost disdain – however, he felt… lighter, somewhat. He felt as if he was finally freed from his internal and external battle for dominance against the world – he felt as if someone had finally tamed his spirit and dowsed those icy flames in his heart. To put simply; he felt tranquil; happy; exuberant, even! As preposterous as it may seem for a teenaged boy whom went through so much pain and torture as he to feel exuberant – of all emotions – it was true … He wasn't a lifeless, emotionless robot – like maybe believed him to be. He was a person. A living; breathing; thriving person. And that person was—

Ran Kurosaki. And what a strange, mysterious being he was.

Enigmatic – it was the only word sufficient enough to describe him. Because that's exactly what he was; an enigma. He was queer – unexplainable; his emotions were always altering. One moment he would be fiery; rueful; violent –and the next he would be quiet; caring; intent. Of course; he only acted the latter way when it came to a certain little "kitten" called "Hisoka." Hisoka – like Ran himself – grew up in a dysfunctional family full of abusive parents and lived every day wondering if he'd make it to see the next sunrise. However, he and Hisoka fought like cats and dogs; they were like fire and ice; night and day; dark and light – they didn't mix. More times than not, Ran found he wanted to strangle that raven-haired roommate of his; wanted to rip him apart and feed him to the ravens. Did he? Of course not – but that didn't stop him from daydreaming about it …

"Nn, Ran …" The teen snapped out of his thoughts once more –thoughts in which he wasn't even aware he had been caught up in. "What made you decide to write about this …?" At that, the teen stiffened, before merely shrugging. His Sensei sighed, keeping his vibrant blue gaze fixed on Ran's paper. "It's wonderful!" At that, Ran reeled back in surprise. "You're use of words, absolutely amazing! And the emotion I get from this; it's like nothing you've ever written before! It's mysterious; it's passionate; it's romantic! It's-" Noticing Ran's bewildered expression, Takameni-Sensei cleared his through before lowering his voice. "Very good" He said as he fixed his tie. "You may sit down." Ran blinked a few times, puzzled, before he turned, heading back to his seat.

***

"Amazing …" Ran heard one of the students in his class whisper to his friend, and the other boy nodded in agreement. Takameni-Sensei had put all of the class's Sonnets on display in the main hall-way by the office. The first and second years – or those he took the time to stop – admired all of the works. Though Ran's seemed to get the most attention. He listened with little interest to their conversation as they walked through the hall – Ran just happened to be behind them. The boys – they were first years, and (unfortunately) Ran had Gym Class with the first years next … He watched indignantly as they murmured to one-another. He couldn't hear everything they were saying but he could hear enough.

"It's incredible." He heard the blonde whisper, and his black-haired companion nodded in agreement. "Too bad that Ran kid's so scary … I'm far too scared to approach him to tell him how well he did! Seriously, that guy gives me the creeps!" He then snickered quietly. "Hey remember that other poem thingy Takameni-San had hanging in the halls a few months ago? Didn't that Ran fellow have a top-notch one then, too?" He grinned, and Ran's mouth twitched upwards in a sort of smirk. Ah yes, he remembered. He had to write a Monorhyme that time … He had entitled it "Seeking Melancholy" … It had reflected back on his past – his feelings towards his parents. Of course, his Sensei didn't realize that was Ran's idea, but he had still received the utmost praise.

Seeking Melancholy
- I gaze into the eyes of a lifeless crow
Who seems to be inviting me to Death Row,
As my resentment only seems to grow,
These abhorred delusions that show,
The ones sent by my foe;
They never seem to slow.
- My fiery hatred still burns aglow,
Deep down in this gloomy Chateau;
I try to hide; to lay low
But I stand out; a massive darkness on an ice floe.
- I fight, but I cannot escape this horrid throe,
And I slowly fall into misery and woe,
My mind cannot comprehend the pain you bestow,
As I'm knocked unconscious; kayoed.
- You wish to make me your perfect Picasso,
Painting me in crimson like a new Van Gogh,
You should realize that you are no Miro,
Especially as my sanity is tugged to-and-fro.
- I will never submit; never kowtow,
But even so,
No matter how much my hatred may glow,
You should always know,
How I'd loved you so …


Stopping abruptly and closed his eyes as darkness suddenly overwhelmed him, he took a deep breath, before letting it out slowly – memories of his past flashed through his head, and he attempted to push them down. There was no need for their hindrance right now. When he next opened his eyes, the hallways were completely deserted. He hadn't even realized … Wordlessly he looked around and spotted the array of poems being displayed casually on the wall next to the office. Warily, he walked over to the wall, before skimming through the poems that rest there. When he reached his own Sonnet, he paused, before he proceeded to read it …

Abhorred Feelings
- Though you shine like a sun to the others,
Burning, Hatred, is that all I can feel?
Seeing Darkness for me to uncover,
as Black as night, my bearings, so surreal
- My demons rattle against their cages,
Yearning for the release from jail, your heart.
The master devil entering rages,
Exorcism begins, Now will I part?
- The Illumination whispers dark words,
I brush off it's increasing sadism
The pain leaves slow like a small flock of birds
Now I wait for the next cataclysm.
- I loved you, but you did not love me back
I did what I could, I set myself free.

The only flaw, he noticed, was that the final line (gg) did not rhyme.

Now, he was overwhelmed with an entirely different feeling from before. However, it still seemed to be dark – it seemed to drag him down into utmost resentment. He felt his heartbeat increase slightly and he walked away from the Sonnets – the sets of empty meaningless words printed on seemingly endless pieces of paper – and proceeded to make his way towards the gymnasium. However, he simply couldn't shake this new feeling that enveloped his heart entirely. It was a foreign feeling, in all actuality, yet he felt as if he had experienced it several times before –like déjà vu. Perhaps it was just negligence that kept him from noticing before, but – he realized as he walked into the Gym – that his heart only began to beat like that when he was around Hisoka. Only then did his breathing falter; his heart lurch; his stomach drop … In fact –as bewildered as Ran became when he realized this – Hisoka was whom he was thinking of as he wrote his Sonnet assignment.

Certainly, it was just a coincidence? Honestly, he couldn't stand that pesky little rat! At the same time though – and he admitted it freely to the teen's face once before – that he felt the undying need to protect him; to make sure he was never hurt again. Perhaps those feelings were just temporary – given Hisoka's horrid past and all – or perhaps he just thought of Hisoka as a brother – someone he could truly relate to … He looked up at the Gym coach as he gave roll, and when Hisoka's name was called, Ran turned his attention to the short-haired boy, and his heart began to thump against the cage of his chest. Feh … he quickly thought, It's impossible for me to feel that way about him … He looked away for a few moments, before glancing over his shoulder once more.

Even so, he couldn't shake the feeling that – despite how much he chose to deny it- he did feel that way about him ….
If you read my journal previously, you'd know I had attempted to incorporate a Monorhyme, Ballad, Sonnet and Acrostic Poem into this oneshot. Well, I've announced the arrival ofthe Sonnet, Monorhyme and the Ballad but ... Where is the Acrostic? I'll give you a hint. It's not in poem-form - read the first letter of every paragraph (only the title of each poem) and see what you can spell out c':

If you don't know what any of those types of poems are, go here - [link]

Now - It took a long while to create the Ballad and Monorhyme xD And it was painstakingly difficult to incorporate the Acrostic into this ... I own the Monorhyme, Ballad and Acrostic. However (due to my laziness and difficulty with creating Poems) I do NOT own the Sonnet. The Sonnet rightfully belongs to Alexandra Engelhardt (though I don't recall the original name of the poem.)

I also do not own the image above.
However - it is supposed to be Ran (Mukuro Rokudo from KHR) and Hisoka (Hibari Kyoya from KHR *Though normally I use Hibari for Ran's friend Aki's looks, I thought he looks a bit like Hisoka, also ... So d:*)

Now; Ran belongs to me (I suppose Takameni-Sensei does, also) :iconhanyouneko-chan:
And Hisoka belongs to :iconayf100:

I hope you enjoyed!

~Neko~
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when i first saw the picture i thought it would be a fanfic about mukuro/hibari from katekyo hitman reborn. xD
when i read it, its a whole different story. its really good! "good job" is all i could say though, because i have nothing else to say. i have no other words to think of to say to you. sure there are many words in the dictionary, however. i am utterly and positively speechless. so i give you a mere "good job" that has many different meanings. so i give you the choice of what you want me to mean. ^^