You know, whatever you want to do, I'm happy with. I'm happy, whatever... I mean, just do what you want. I'm tired.
I don't understand what's been going on lately. You seem edgy, or maybe it's me, I don't know. So just.... Give (more)me some room. I'll go with you wherever, I just don't feel like driving right now.
Don't hate me. I'm tired. Just tired.
Please, I don't want to argue, I don't have the energy to fight. God---- are you serious? No, I'm not hiding something. How could you say that! I just need some time. I need to breathe. I'm just so tired. I need to be by myself this weekend. Everything's okay, I mean, I'm happy, whatever... Not happy, I mean I'm okay. I'm not unhappy, I'm just tired. Please understand.
I'm not sick. I haven't been eating right and I can't sleep. I'm not sleeping well. No, I'm not drinking, no. I close my eyes and sleep won't come. My mind just won't stop turning. No, I don't need to go to the doctor.
Work's okay, not great. I mean, you know how it is with me and my boss. I'm not in trouble. I'm not depressed. I'm normal, happy, whatever.
No, not this weekend, I told you. Please, just... Okay. Yeah, I'll be home all weekend. I just need to catch up on some sleep. I have some Ambien but I hate using it during the week. I'm going to take some Friday before bed. You can come over if you really want but I'm going to be out like a light, I hope. Yes, very boring. Only if you want to. I just need to catch up.
Sakaeguchi stared down at his hands, red-faced and stuttering as he squeezed the flowers in his hands. "I-I was just...You're..." He couldn't even /look/ at Suyama. He was so scared, it practically hurt to even swallow.
"Are these for me?" Suyama finally asked, breaking the silence. No matter ho(more)w embarrassing it was, Sakaeguchi couldn't bring himself to lie. "Yes."
Sakaeguchi took another painful swallow, just realizing how white his knuckles were and how shaky his hands were.
"I just...you did really good in the game the other day."
"Is that it?" Suyama's voice was hesitant.
"Oh." A pause. "Why, then?"
"It's Valentines' Day."
Sakaeguchi feels like he'd rather drown, or be hit by one of Tajima's pitches, or even let Abe get mad at him, just to avoid standing here. Suyama was going to reject him. For sure, for sure, for sure. He slowly lowered his hand, for the first time glancing up at his friend's face. He had a strange expression, almost pained, almost smiling. "Wait," he says, holding out a hand. "Can I see those?"
Dumbly, Sakaeguchi nods and hands him the bouquet. Suyama inspects the flowers carefully, eyes narrowed in concentraton. At last he looks back down at Sakaeguchi...
Surprised, all Sakaeguchi can do is stutter something like "S-sorry-" before he interrupts. "You're always sincere, Sakaeguchi. A good person."
"If these are for me, I'd like to keep them."
"Of course, but-"
"I didn't get you anything, though. Is that all right for now?"
"I'll get you something after practice today, if you can wait."
Sakaeguchi nodded. He was confused, but-did this mean Suyama liked him back? He had to know.
"You like me? Too?"
Laughing again, Suyama nods. "Of course."(less)
The ship shuddered violently as the shields dropped down to 6 percent. They'd be boarded soon, and Jim knew the corsairs would show no mercy. The fact that they have survived this long was surprising, this was a pleasure ship, not a war galley.
(more) Another explosion from down below. Jim floated a few seconds before the grav system booted back up. As soon as the pirate ship had been spotted they commenced emergency procedures shipping all 3,200 passengers off on the emergency pods. Jim was the only one left. He had to stay behind to buy the others time to escape.
3 percent. Not long now. Walking down the corridor to the boarding dock a welcome clam came over him. Jim knew he was going to die. He ran a hand over the name of the ship. His ship. Pomegranate. A name that was supposed to denote prosperity and ambition, more closely resembles the other meaning. The fruit of the dead.
The red light starts flashing. Shields are down. An explosion ahead. Gunfire. The world goes dark.(less)
"I'm telling you, it's gonna be worth it." She said as she dragged him along the pavement of the strip mall. "You'll see it and you'll thank me."
He wasn't quite sure about that but he didn't have any reasons to disagree either so he just kept his(more) peace. "At least give me a warning first." He looked at her inquisitively.
She looked right back with 120% more intensity. "Don't you trust your big cousin?"
Not really, he thought, but he doesn't want to voice this out."I trust you." And when she squinted her eyes a little bit more. "Completely," he added.
"Just so we're clear." She pointed a finger to his nose. "I'm doing this for you."
He wondered what exactly for, but not in the mood to question anything, he just let his cousin drag him around for a bit.
"We're here." She said smiling after about a tireful hour of moving and looking for places to go. "So what you think?"
What could he think? "It's nice?"
"Yeah nice," he hoped he sounded more convincing. "The color red really makes the place."
"Ok." She sounded doubtful but thankfully she let it go. "Wanna go inside and eat?"
She didn't wait for a reply and went inside for herself. He pause for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to just bail out and stop this circus. But he decided against it. He was hungry.
"So I was telling my cousin. You know about this place?" He found her talking to one of the waiters. "The Pomegrenate Stand?" He looked a little worse for wear but he seemed trustworthy. "Oh he's here." She smiled at him. It was a nice smile, it made the butterflies in his stomach flutter a little bit. "So, let's eat?"
One can live, I've been told by the designers of the ship, for up to six hours within the hull of the submerged vessel before the air runs out. I sincerely hope I never have to test the truthfulness of this claim.
The attempt to cross the bay wil(more)l be Tuesday, and we hope to maintain a consistent depth of 2 fathoms throughout this maiden voyage. We will manufacture the needed oxygen by burning saltpeter tapers in a pan within the stern of the ship. This is a time proven method for extending the length of time in which a craft like the ISOPOD can remain beneath the surface. The top speed provided by the constant rowing of the 6 oarsmen, is 2 knots. Providing the currents are not too strong, we should reach the far side of the bay in approximately 2 hours.
We launch at first light and make steady progress. Viewed through my porthole, the sea is murky and green with poor visibility, and besides us, appears devoid of inhabitants. At 9:28, a plank in the ceiling buckles and seawater breaches the hull in a finger width stream. We are undaunted. A half hour later, more seams have opened, and I estimate we are taking in water at the rate of 10 gallons a minute. Through the periscope, the white banner raised for us waves from the far shore. We are salty with seawater and sweat. The men pant loudly in the quickly fouling air. The time is 2 hours and thirty. The currents have carried us out to open water. I'm tempted to raise the diveplanes and call it off. There will be other opportunities. In the darkness, I imagine my son standing on the pier, his fingers encircling his toy ship in a kraken's grasp.(less)
One can live, Handa thinks, so long as they are ready to suffer.
His spine hurts, and he wonders how long it’ll be until Hiroshi shows up to pick Naru off of him and set her on her way home. She’s fast asleep on his back, exhausted with her(more) day’s events. Handa’s tired, too. He’d taken the village kids to the forest for a hiking adventure trip, and it was Miwa's idea while they rested to start a game of tag. Handa had chased them around for hours, and by the time he’d collected them all it was getting late. Naru had clung to his leg and refused to leave him. At the moment, Handa had only been thinking about how nice it’d feel to sit at home instead of outside with the sticky humidity. Now, though there was a child in the house, it was strangely silent. Hiroshi was on his way.
"Heh. Sensei, are you napping, too?"
Hiroshi's come in through the back, holding a large bowl in both hands. "No. What time's it?" From his back, Naru begins waking up, too. "Late. Naru, get home." She nods, yawning, and leaves with a sleepy "G'night, sensei." After she's gone, Hiroshi sits beside Handa, reaching a hand out to pat his head. "Ya' look done for, sensei. You hungry?"
Shaking his head, Handa burrows his face deeper in the blankets. "I wanna sleep."
"This won't taste good tomorrow."
"Mm. Fine." Handa sits up, still half-asleep. Hiroshi pulls the table over to them. "Was it fun?" he asks, studying the dull look in Handa's eyes. He had to stay home and study. Alone. "Not at all. It was hot and annoying." But Handa smiles, and Hiroshi thinks he can live with that. (less)