Unique
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  • Reads 1,509
  • Votes 48
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 29m
Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2011
In a world fallen into dissaray, Zevulun Ishikawa is assigned a scout mission at the young age of 17. Life in the 2400's is not nearly as luxurious as it was in the 2000's however. In a world where you have to fight to survive and think on your feet, he excels in fighting forms that do not require so much strength as intelligence, coordination, and quick-wittedness. Unlike most his age, he fights with a staff, the balance of offense and defense. In this he is truly reflected, having the best of most skills. and the worst of few. He sees things in a way no one else does, where strength is a dominant force he chooses intellect and cunning. His mind operates in a way completely different from anyone else, he is... Unique.
This is his story.
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.