[Orific] Deep Snow

A/N: Happy new year!

My first memory of that day was white snowdrops slowly falling onto me.

I think it was deep into the night judging from the absence of other noises, but strangely enough, I didn't register the coldness. Even though it should have been freezing. I was silent as I laid there on the soft bed made of snow, gazing blankly at the snow petals. It was so pretty. It was mesmerizing. Had I ever seen something as majestic before? No, not really. A scenery as beautiful as this would certainly leave a mark in my memories, yet I could find no such thing. Ah, yes, this was the first. 

And then I blinked. 

"Yo. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

A figure. He—or at least I thought it was a he—wore a black cape that shielded his eyes, I could only found his delicate lips and sharp chin from down here. Who? I tried to think with my dull brain, questioning my mute senses about his arrival. I didn't know if I didn't catch him coming my way, as deep in a trance as I had been, or if he had been very silent when he approached me. 

"Hey, hey, you can at least look a bit more surprised, you know," the figure spoke again as he crouched down. He put his chin on one hand, as though he was bored out of his mind as he peered down. "You're no fun."

I blinked.

"Heh, I suppose you're too far gone, huh? This won't even hurt then."

What?

My eyes followed him as he straightened his back with a little heave, as he pulled out a huge scythe seemingly out of nowhere, as his small lips curved beautifully into a smirk. When he readied his scythe, though, for a milisecond his cape was pulled back and I could spot two sparkling crimson eyes. It was then I understood. Not with my dull brain and mute senses, no. I understood with my whole soul.

He was my Death.

Such a long-awaited reunion. Too bad it would be gone in another second, don't you think? But I was satisfied, I had no complaint. At the last moment, I was able to stretch my own lips into a small smile too.

Hello, Death.

More About OCs: Queen of Prophecies

My beloved characters are coming~~~!

I need to warn you first though. This universe is basically my utopia(?) where I can apply as many tropes as I like into it, resulting in a ambiguous storyline/setting. Like, one second I want it this way, but the next I want it that way. Have never put it into stone, so I might be a little vague here. I also have the most absurd plot. Not to mention the amount of mary-su/gary-stu here... I can't---

Beware of length. (I swear to God I didn't mean it to be this long but then I realized it's better if I explain the minor characters as well and it just----- I guess I'm just letting out everything I never have the chance to properly write?)

[Queen of Prophecies]

More About OCs: The Twin Witches

I don't have any homework for once so here I am!!! (Pssh what do you mean I need to do that translation request and that short essay for literature class tomorrow)

I'm going to write more about my kids~ I was initially going to talk about The Queen of Prophecies but I'm guessing it will be so long that I can't finish in one sitting, so here it is:

[The Twin Witches]

More about OCs: Dreamweaver

I was dead this morning (slept at 4 a.m lol) but I've recovered~ So now that tomorrow is no college day, I'll talk about more OCs!

[Dreamweaver]

Hikaru Akiyama Widjaja (in Japanese style: 秋山 光)

100% Japanese. Her parents got divorced when she's in 8th grade so Akiyama is her mother's family name. When she's in 10th grade, her mother remarried with an Indonesian man, hence the Widjaja name. I used Indonesian old spelling for the name to give some old, wealthy family vibes because her step-father is like a super rich businessman. Soon after the remarriage, she and her mother moved to Surabaya, Indonesia.

She can speak Indonesian, but with this weird accent and she sometimes makes mistakes on words/expressions. Her English is mediocre at best :"""

She is now in 11th grade, soon moving to 12th grade. 16 y.o. Gemini? Blood type O.

Believe it or not, she has bright caramel/honey colored hair. The school tries to get her to dye it black, but she insists that it's her natural color, thus not breaking any rules. I'll leave it to your imagination whether she's telling the truth or not, but the fact remains that she actually wins the argument xD Her hair is armpit-length and styled hime-cut (you know, straight cut with front bangs).

More about OCs: untitled

So I may have gotten a bit heated up because after posting that last post, I actually engaged a conversation with a friend about our OCs! It really makes me want to lay down each character's basic appearance and personality. And while the heat lasts, here I go~ I'll do it one post for each universe so it doesn't get long.

[untitled]
(This comes first because they are easier to write lol)
(On hindsight, I should have made a title sooner than later...)

Maki Hiiragi (or in Japanese style, Hiiragi Maki / 柊季 茉輝)
Oh shhh so what do you mean I only made her Kanji name just now shhh.
20 y.o. I haven't decided on birthday/signs/blood type. But I think she's a Pisces?
Your normal, average college girl. Economics major. Currently in Yokohama, Japan.
She has natural dark hair and white skin. Really, so typical Japanese girl. Prefers skirts, but not mini-skirts. Just like most other Japanese, her colors are black, dark brown, dark blue, dark green.
Her mother has passed away, and her father is an awkward man who can't really show his affections freely. No siblings.
This girl, I tell you, is salty about everything. It's almost like everything is wrong for her, like she's the most pitiful of all. I mean, yeah she actually can be nice and outgoing and all, but there's always an underlying dissatisfied feeling. And to top it off, she's clingy.
(I want to slap her then hug her.)
As explained in the first story of this universe, she has a major crush on Shouichi, but it's unrequited as Shouichi dates another girl. And yeah, it's bad for her heart.

Shouichi Kobayashi (or in Japanese style, Kobayashi Shouichi / 小林 鎗一)
20 y.o. I haven't decided on birthday/signs either, but he's kinda Scorpio or Sagitarius to me. And you know what, he's almost definitely O.
Another normal, average college student! .....except for that red highlight. He's got a rebel heart deep inside. Also Economics major in Yokohama.
I don't know, he just appears as the kind of guy who would wear black jeans and red shirts with black leather boots. Not that he wears it everyday lol. About 180 cm-ish? Or maybe a bit shorter hahaha. His hair is a bit long, he sometimes wears hairpins during sports. Definitely one of the ikemen in class.
Has a younger brother.
I must admit he has a difficult personality (for me to write). He's not close to his family because of stuffs, and at one point he got rebellious? Kinda. He likes to stay alone in his dark apartment room, staring at nothing. (whispers: emoooo) Almost feel like he's distant from people. He truly cares for his friends though, for example for Maki, his so-called best girl friend. He begins to date Rise because she's cute (ha!) and apparently she also likes metal music.

Sooo yeah. That's it. And the main plot of this universe? Maki likes Shouichi but doesn't confess, one day Shouichi gets a girlfriend, Maki gets jealous and heartbroken and she blames everything. She still wants to be with Shouichi though. Shouichi, the ever distant one, doesn't realize Maki's feelings and goes his merry(?) way.

I hope you enjoy~

Meet the OCs!

Just a quick, random thought.

How much do you develop your OCs? You know, original characters? Whether in original story or in some fandom? Those who write novels or something like that surely have an extended development of their OCs, sure, but as someone who don't, how much do you develop your OCs?

[Orific] Serah

If I showed you my flaws

If I couldn't be strong

Tell me honestly: would you still love me the same?

[Locked away - R. City ft. Adam Levine]

Ini kesalahan. Tidak seharusnya aku melewati ruang kelas itu beberapa menit yang lalu. Tidak seharusnya aku memasang telinga baik-baik hanya karena guru favoritku itu yang sedang berdiri di depan murid-murid. Tidak seharusnya aku menginterpretasikan kata-kata beliau dalam artian seperti ini. Salah, semuanya salah. Kenapa aku melakukannya?

Sembari menatap kosong tembok kotor yang membatasi halaman belakang sekolah, aku mengulang-ulang perkataan Pak Surya yang kutangkap dari balik dinding ruang kelas yang kulewati saat akan menuju kamar kecil. Seperti biasa, ketika melewati ruang-ruang kelas aku selalu mengawasi siapa guru yang sedang mengajar dan bagaimana situasi di dalam kelas tersebut. Kadang aku membaca tulisan yang berhamburan di papan tulis. Kadang pula aku memperlambat langkah dan ikut mendengarkan ceramah bapak-ibu guru. Dan, hal itu pulalah yang kulakukan saat melewati ruang kelas 12-Bahasa-1, di mana kulihat guru bahasa Indonesia favoritku sedang bersuara.

Pak Surya adalah lelaki berperawakan kurus tinggi, dengan rambut menipis yang dibiarkan tumbuh sedikit panjang sampai leher. Gara-gara rambut panjangnya ini, beliau menguarkan aura yang 'nyastra banget'. Ditambah lagi, beliau selalu punya kisah yang seru dan menstimulasi otak di tiap jam pelajarannya. Aku sangat menyukai guru bahasa Indonesia satu ini.

Oleh dasar ketertarikan itulah, tanpa pikir panjang aku berusaha mendengarkan kisah apa yang tengah dibagikan beliau untuk murid-murid kali ini. Beberapa kalimat pertama tidak kupahami sama sekali, karena aku tidak menemukan konteksnya, tapi satu kalimat berhasil membuatku terpaku.

“Kalau begini terus, lebih baik saya keluar saja dari sekolah ini.”

Sedikit panik, aku mendekatkan telinga ke dinding. (Tentu saja sambil tetap menyembunyikan diri. Tidak lucu kalau aku ketahuan menguping suasana kelas lain di saat aku seharusnya sedang menghitung sin dan cos.) Aku memang pernah mendengar desas-desus bahwa Pak Surya mulai memikirkan untuk mundur dari jabatannya saat ini, tapi dengan alasan apa, aku dan teman-temanku tidak pernah tahu. Ini tentunya jadi kesempatan emas untuk mendapatkan informasi.

“Dari sekian tahun yang lalu, dengan pemimpin sekolah yang berbeda-beda, sekolah ini tetap saja tidak mengalami kemajuan. Kesejahteraan gurunya masih dipertanyakan. Kurikulum berantakan. Murid-murid tidak diperhatikan secara memadai. Padahal saya sudah berusaha untuk membantu, memberikan aspirasi—tapi kalau tidak ada niatan berubah, mau bagaimana lagi? Lebih baik saya pergi.”

Oh Tuhan. Pak Surya merasa tidak puas dengan sekolah ini? Tidak berubah, maksudnya apa? Rasanya sekolahku baik-baik saja... Memang ada saat-saat di mana aku merasa tidak nyaman dengan berbagai kebijakan sekolah, tapi apakah seburuk itu di mata Pak Surya? Aku menarik napas dalam-dalam.

“Lihat saja, sudah berapa tahun sekolah ini absen dalam berbagai perlombaan. Lomba pidato tempo hari saja tidak menang, padahal dua tahun kemarin kita juara nasional. Di mana semangat memperbaiki diri dari sekolah ini?”

Hatiku mencelos. Lidahku kelu. Napasku tersendat.

Peserta lomba pidato yang gagal mempertahankan kemenangan beruntun sekolah kami, itu aku.

Segera aku memacu langkahku. Menjauh. Tidak ingin mendengarkan lebih lanjut. Secara otomatis tubuhku sampai di halaman belakang sekolah, yang sepi senyap karena ini masih jam pelajaran. Dengan napas terengah, yang lebih dikarenakan syok daripada lelah setelah berlari, aku menyandarkan punggung di salah satu sudut. Setelah berdiam diri beberapa saat pun, napasku masih putus-putus. Dadaku masih sakit. Ucapan Pak Surya masih terngiang.

“Karena aku kalah,” sadarku. “Karena aku gagal.”

Pak Surya yang kukagumi, beliau ingin pergi, karena aku tidak berguna. Aku sudah mengecewakan guru-guruku, teman-temanku, bahkan kakak-kakak kelasku yang tahun lalu maupun dua tahun lalu memenangkan lomba pidato tersebut. Aku tidak serius dalam berlatih. Aku tidak bersungguh-sungguh saat mempersiapkan diri. Aku tidak memberikan yang terbaik ketika tampil.

Karena aku kalah, Pak Surya akan meninggalkan kami.

Aah, kalau saja waktu bisa berputar kembali. Aku ingin memutar balik waktu. Aku ingin mengulang lagi penampilanku di lomba pidato. Mungkin dengan demikian aku bisa melakukan yang lebih baik. Atau mungkin hasilnya akan sama saja. Isi pidatoku tidak sebagus itu. Kenapa aku memilih tema abstrak untuk pidatoku sih?

Aah, kalau saja waktu bisa berputar kembali. Aku ingin memutar balik waktu. Aku ingin mengulang lagi waktu pembuatan naskah pidato. Mungkin dengan demikian aku bisa membuat yang lebih bagus. Atau mungkin hasilnya akan sama saja. Kemampuanku tidak sebaik itu. Kenapa aku mendaftarkan diri untuk lomba ini sih?

Aah, kalau saja waktu bisa berputar kembali. Aku ingin memutar balik waktu. Aku ingin mengulang lagi saat pendaftaran peserta lomba pidato dibuka. Dengan demikian aku tidak usah mendaftar. Dengan demikian siswa lain yang akan berkompetisi. Dengan demikian siswa lain yang akan tampil dalam lomba, memberikan yang terbaik, dan membanggakan sekolah.

Dengan demikian tidak ada yang perlu pergi dari sekolah ini.

Hanya saja, aku tidak bisa memutar balik waktu. Menyadari hal ini, aku menggigit bibir kuat-kuat. Membiarkan rasa sakitnya berputar di otak. Agar aku bisa mengabaikan panasnya mataku, basahnya pipiku, gemetarnya tubuhku. Rasa sakit bagus. Kalau tidak bisa memutar balik waktu, setidaknya aku bisa menerima sakit. Bukankah aku patut dihukum karena sudah mempermalukan almamater? Benar. Bagaimana kalau sekalian menghilang saja? Ada di sini pun aku tidak berguna untuk siapapun.

Biar aku yang pergi.

Aku tidak kuat menahan sakit ini.

Laughing, laughing, until my cheeks start to hurt

So that I don't betray the dreams we saw that day

Singing, singing, until my chest feels tight

So that I don't betray the expectations again

[Forty-seven - Mikito-P]

[Orific] Hancur: A Sequel

Suara hujan. Tik-tik-tik, makin deras, lalu angin, tik-tik-tik, kaca jendela basah kuyup. Aku basah kuyup. Berlindung di bawah atap ala kadarnya di depan sembarang toko, aku masih menjadi sasaran empuk tetesan air hujan yang terbawa angin kencang. Dingin. Aku mulai menggigil. Kepalaku pening.

'Seharusnya tadi aku pulang lebih cepat,' sesalku. Bodoh karena sudah menunggu sampai awan mendung berkumpul sedemikian pekat, tolol karena mengabaikan cakaran angin dingin yang membawa bau hujan dari jauh. 'Seharusnya aku pulang lebih cepat,' ulangku dalam hati. Bukan malah bersikeras menanti munculnya seorang lelaki yang tidak memberi kabar. Dan lebih bodohnya lagi, dalam kondisi begini, aku malah mengecek ponsel dengan harapan melihat notifikasi pesan masuk dari yang kutunggu.

Nihil. Mataku bergeser sedikit ke arah empat digit angka di sisi atas kanan layar. Satu jam lewat dari waktu janjian. Aku ingin tersenyum tapi bibirku malah bergetar karena dingin. Aku mengusap mata karena seperti ada air mata di sana, tapi hanya dinginnya hujan yang kurasa. Satu jam dan aku masih mencoba percaya pada lelaki itu. Aah, bodoh, bodoh.

'Hiiragi Maki, kau benar-benar goblok,' aku memarahi diri sendiri. Hanya saja, mengatakan hal itu rasanya sudah terlalu klise—aku tidak tertarik meneruskan. Mari alihkan perhatian saja.

Sambil menarik anak rambut yang jatuh ke depan mata, aku mulai menghitung-hitung. Probabilitas terbesar aku baru akan sampai di rumah sekitar pukul enam, atau tujuh kalau aku tidak beruntung. Nanti aku mau berendam air hangat yang lama. Sepertinya aku masih punya lilin aromaterapi yang sangat kusukai itu, jadi aku akan menyalakannya juga. Setelah puas, aku bisa langsung ke tempat tidur karena semua pekerjaan untuk besok sudah kusiapkan sebelumnya. Sekali-sekali tidur sebelum jam sembilan boleh lah, apalagi rasanya aku lelah sekali. Mungkin satu bab novel misteri itu sebelum benar-benar terlelap. Yap, rencana bagus.

Oh, aku juga harus menelepon Shou-kun besok pagi.

Perlahan aku berjongkok lalu memeluk lutut. Tidak punya energi untuk sekedar menangis.

.:.:.

“Shou-kun. Ini Maki. Kemarin kamu tidak datang... Jadi kapan aku bisa menemuimu? Kamu tahu, untuk membentakmu habis-habisan? Karena aku marah. Marah sungguhan.”

Pip. Pagi ini, ponsel Shou-kun masih tidak bisa dihubungi. Akhirnya aku meninggalkan pesan saja, karena aku tahu ada kemungkinan Shou-kun hanya menghindar dan sengaja tidak mengangkat teleponku. Pesan yang bodoh, pula. Seharusnya kan aku langsung memarahinya, terang-terangan mengatakan kalau aku sakit hati setelah dia melanggar janjinya. Maki yang biasanya pasti bisa menyampaikan rasa kesalnya dalam beberapa kalimat pedas, dan Shou-kun akan meminta maaf lalu mentraktir sushi—bam, kondisi kembali seperti sedia kala.

Masalahnya, aku lelah. Terlalu lelah untuk berbicara dengan berapi-api. Terlalu penat untuk mulai berbicara dengan Shou-kun tentang dinginnya pertemanan kami belakangan ini. Menyalahkan diri sendiri rasanya beribu kali lipat lebih mudah. Aku tinggal melemparkan kata-kata tanpa suara pada orang di dalam cermin itu. Toh dia menerima dengan sepenuh hati. Bahkan tidak berusaha mendengarkan logika. Lihat, lebih mudah, tidak perlu tenaga. Aku sudah kehabisan tenaga.

Orang di dalam cermin itu menatap kosong. Padahal semalam tidurku nyenyak. Begitu bangun, aku sadar energiku sama sekali tidak kembali.

Maka sekali lagi aku menyalahkan diri sendiri.

A/N: I'm sorry again, Maki. You have to bear the burdens again.

[Orific] Hancur

Aku mendecakkan lidah dengan kesal. Kedua mata sibuk berputar-putar memindai seluruh penjuru taman, tanpa hasil karena kepala rambut merah yang dicari tidak kunjung ketemu. Padahal aku sudah menunggu sejak, entahlah, tiga puluh menit yang lalu? Tempat ini berangin, aku lupa memakai jaket yang lebih tebal, dan orang yang kutunggu masih belum menunjukkan batang hidungnya. Bagus. Aku mengusap kedua pipiku sebal.

Sekali lagi aku mengeluarkan ponsel dari saku dan mengecek notifikasi. Masih belum ada pesan masuk. Saat kulihat pesan terakhir yang kukirim, juga belum ada tanda pesan telah dibaca. Desah panjang dan berat meninggalkan hidungku, sementara aku mengembalikan ponsel ke tempat semula. Tidak ada kabar, tidak ada tanda-tanda kehidupan. Memangnya ke mana cowok satu itu? Aku tahu dia bukan tipe yang mengecek notifikasinya setiap menit (Iya, beda seratus delapan puluh derajat denganku.), tapi dengan kondisi sedang ada janji ketemu, bukannya wajar kalau melihat ponsel barang sekilas?

Tiga puluh lima menit. Angin masih berembus tanpa henti, dan aku mulai merasa putus asa. Tumbuh keinginan dalam lubuk hati untuk melupakan janji ini dan pulang saja, mendekam di balik selimut sambil membaca novel. Tapi, ah, aku ingin bertemu. Jujur, aku ingin bertemu dengannya. Selama libur musim panas dia tidak di Yokohama, sementara aku terpaksa tinggal karena kerja sambilan. Aku kangen. Makanya aku buat janji bertemu begitu tahu bahwa dia sudah kembali ke kota ini.

Tapi sepertinya yang kangen hanya pihakku. Pikiran-pikiran buruk mulai bertunas. Jangan-jangan dia bohong saat bilang sudah kembali. Jangan-jangan pacarnya datang ke apartemennya duluan, jadi dia tidak bisa (atau tidak mau) pergi memenuhi janji denganku. Jangan-jangan, jangan-jangan...

Napasku memendek. Seperti ingin menangis, tapi tidak bisa. Seperti ingin berteriak, tapi tidak bisa. Pada akhirnya, yang bertahan hanyalah rasa pasrah dan putus asa ini. Perih dan pahit kutelan saat menengadah, memperhatikan awan yang bergerak berkumpul perlahan. Sepertinya akan hujan. Aku harus pulang.

Maka aku meninggalkan taman itu, dengan senyum tipis yang seperti pilu.

A/N: Hiiragi Maki, I'm sorry I put this burden on you.

Berdamai

"Pada akhirnya, aku bisa berdamai dengan diriku sendiri." Gadis itu menatap jauh ke horizon, senyumnya tipis dengan jejak-jejak luka yang ditanggungnya sendiri selama bertahun-tahun. Itu senyum seorang pejuang, yang garis antara menang dan kalah terburamkan oleh masa kini. Tangan kirinya meremas bagian depan bajunya, bagian yang berada tepat di atas jantung. "Karena kalau tidak, aku pasti hancur."

Sekarang gadis itu berdiam diri. Dia tidak terlihat bangga ketika mengatakan sudah berdamai dengan dirinya sendiri. Dia hanya terlihat lelah. Mungkin berdamai tidak sama artinya dengan memenangkan pertempuran, aku menyadari. Mungkin iblis dalam hatinya masih ada di sana, membara menyerang isi tubuhnya hingga mengelupas, hingga bernanah. Tapi tak lagi dia melawan. Dia memilih untuk menjilat luka itu dalam diam dan menunggu hingga sang iblis berhenti, baru kemudian dia bisa berdiri tegak dan melangkah maju lagi.

Dia bukan gadis yang luar biasa, apalagi sempurna, tapi bagiku dia punya kilauan tersendiri. Aku tahu gadis itu selalu berusaha untuk mendengarkan kisah dari teman-temannya, menguatkan mereka, menemani mereka ketika tangis melanda--sementara dia sendiri selalu bersikap seolah tidak ada masalah. Ada waktu di mana aku menunggu gadis itu datang padaku, untuk menceritakan keluh kesahnya, tapi tidak pernah hal itu terjadi. Dia selalu berhasil mengenali kekurangannya sendiri, dan berhasil mengatasi masalah-masalahnya sendiri. Dia bukan gadis yang kuat, tapi jelas dia tidak lemah.

Aku melihat senyumnya yang masih setipis tadi, dengan napas yang sedikit bergetar, dan aku terpesona.

[Orific] Do You Love Him?

Father's piercing gaze unsettled me. In his kind, gentle eyes I found reluctant acknowledgement. He stared at me warmly, like any other day, but I felt he knew something I did not. He was trying to tell me something, I knew. Something along the lines of 'open your eyes, my daughter'.

Father's small smile unnerved me. He looked at me funny, holding his laughter in, and I couldn't stop the warm feeling inside my gut. He was telling me something in the way he smiled at me. My blood answered to him, my flesh responded to him.

Finally he opened his mouth. "Do you love him, my daughter?"

Air was forced out of my lungs immediately. Out of all things, it was one I could never expect from him. I tried to breath normally, but my heart suddenly punded faster, harder, and I found myself lacking the ability to stay calm.

A thousand thoughts, a million memories flooded harshly into my mind in a second. About him. About that one man who stole my undivided attention. About that kind man who listened to my stories and let me listen to his stories. About that amazing man who always did his best for everyone around him.

My eyes watered.

So much, so much I wanted to say. Words alone could not suffice. My feelings throughout the years could not be expressed in mere words. It was too much.

But as I blinked the tears away, I caught Father looking at me gently. His eyes dove deep inside my brain, and all of a sudden I understood. He was reading my mind. I needed not to explain, because he heard everything from my eyes. I never needed words, silly me. He already knew everything, because we are linked by blood and flesh.

I openly cried now.

"Do you, my dearest, love him?" Father repeated his question, and this time I knew I only have one word to say, to represent the whole turbulent feelings inside me.

"Yes." An image of him flashed before my eyes, and I embraced it dearly. "God, yes, I do."


A/N: I don't know why I wrote this, but it felt good.

[Orific] Redemption

A gasp left her lips. With trembling breath she tried to calm down, to ignore the piercing pain that just lodged in her chest. It almost felt like a plate of lead was hammered into her chest--heavy, painful. But when she peered into the giant mirror situated across the room, she only saw herself. Bleeding eyes, labored huffs of air, and sickly pale skin that hugged her limp body like a death call. Her clothes were still intact (though very messily strewn on her body) and not a piece of metal was on her chest.

It was just her imagination.

She begged to differ, though. The ache was definitely there, right in the core of her chest and lungs and heart. Her small fingers grasped blindly onto the fabric of her nightgown because the pain was almost unbearable. She choked, an ugly sound that bordered a sob. She couldn't even cry--the rivers had long dried form the drought she taught herself to make.

"Help me," she groaned, a broken holler--but who was she kidding? There was only her in that room, in that house, in that world. Everyone she could turn into had gone. Before she knew it, she was all alone to deal with her wounds and her imaginary plate of lead.

Another surge of pain shot into her own and she let out a guttural groan again. It hurts, she said. Who can offer consolation? What can offer consolation?

And then she the young lady started to scratch at her forearm. The long nails, well-groomed and colored in blood, drew fine line on the vulnerable skin. The lines were pinkish but they vanished quickly. The small action, however, gave comfort to her. It was something she learned way back, about a year or two; that the pain on her skin and flesh dulled the ache of her heart. She had been breathless at that time of discovery, both from delight and from utter fear.

Just what had she found? An inhuman part of human beings. She quickly labelled it as repulsive and hid the knowledge of little redemption in the farthest corner of her brain.

But now--now the pain had intensified and she couldn't help seeking that once found redemption again. She pressed her nails again, a little deeper and rougher this time, and dragged them along her forearm. It felt nice. She no longer felt as heavy. Another line, then another, and another.

She couldn't stop.

The books on the floor, on the shelves, on the tables; they stared sadly at the broken piece of being God named human. They watched as the girl started to show a twisted smile that didn't look very sane. They sung a heedless lullaby to their master, wishing she would stop hurting herself.

When her whole forearm were stained with red lines, and the pain had gone considerably, the girl was finally able to close her eyes and fell into the long-needed slumber.

But who knew if she would wake up in agony yet again, and started the foul deed to freed herself?

[Orific] Solitude

Judul: Solitude
Author: Vianna Orchidia
Rating: K+
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family
Summary: Sequel of Vigorous. Perempuan itu masih di kamar itu. Sendiri. Tidak mau memikirkan, tapi tidak memikirkan apa-apa itu menakutkan.
Warning: misstypo, fast-paced toward the end

A/N: another flashfic I wrote right after finishing Vigorous. Masih adaptasi dari kisah nyata. Tapi berhenti di tengah jalan. Sampai akhirnya, hari ini, saya putuskan untuk melanjutkannya sedikit (that being said, sebetulnya cuma memberi ending sih hehe).

-story start-

[Orific] Grand Play (ch 3)

Judul: Grand Play (chapter 3)
Author: Vianna Orchidia
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Suspense/Angst/General 
Summary: Tiap kata terlontar hanyalah permainan. Kebohongan menyatu dengan kebenaran. Namun, sebagaimana drama yang pasti punya akhir, sedikit demi sedikit tirai kebenaran akan turun dan menyelubungi kebohongan sepenuhnya. Menandai berakhirnya permainan ini.
Warning: Nishiki's POV, un-proofread, un-beta-ed, yet another writing style, and truth to be told I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. But nothing too suggestive... maybe.

[Orific] Manusia Bodoh

Judul: Manusia Bodoh
Author: Vianna Orchidia
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Genre: Romance/Angst/Drama
Summary: Aku menyayangi pemuda itu. Namun tak pernah bisa kuraih dalam genggaman.
Warning: fast pace, unclear setting, unclear pace. Misstypo. Unbeta-ed, un-proofread.
A/N: Another piece written based on a dream. Hanya saja, kali ini hanya general idea yang saya pakai. Kalau sampai detail plot dari mimpi juga dipakai, it'd be too absurd---- anyway it's written in about 6 hours, in the midst of clouded feelings, so expect something weird. And somehow I miss Shouichi from katekyo Hitman Reborn. Enjoy.

-story start-

[Orific] Sweet Orange

At daybreak I awoke to the smell of oranges. The sweet, fresh fragrance filled my nostrils immediately, giving me a slight nausea. I proceeded to stand up while covering my nose and wandered to the living room. There my sister was, peeling oranges indulgently and sipped the juices off the fruit, leaving dry, crumpled skin of oranges in the trashcan.

"Morning," I said hoarsely.

"Hey," she smiled back. "Go drink first, your voice's horrible."

I stepped to the water dispenser and poured myself a glass of water which I quickly downed. "Eating oranges this early, sis? You'll get stomachache."

My raven-haired sister merely laughed it off. "It's a fetish; I can't help it." Her almost curly hair bounced around as her shoulder shook with laughter. "Want some?" she offered when I sat next to her, turning the television on.

I eyed her, her smile, then the orange in her hands, and huffed.

"Nah, I'll pass."

-fin-

Yeees, I know, this is just some meaningless drabble. 

Written when a friend ate her orange in class, 

of which then the smell quickly invaded the whole room.

-05092013-

[Orific] Grand Play (ch 2)

Judul: Grand Play (chapter 2)
Author: Vianna Orchidia
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Suspense/Angst/General 
Summary: Tiap kata terlontar hanyalah permainan. Kebohongan menyatu dengan kebenaran. Namun, sebagaimana drama yang pasti punya akhir, sedikit demi sedikit tirai kebenaran akan turun dan menyelubungi kebohongan sepenuhnya. Menandai berakhirnya permainan ini.
Warning: Rated for a little scene ahead, though nothing much because generally the rating for this chapter just went down. Misstypo. Gaya penulisan yang berubah-ubah.
A/N: Ahhh akhirnya chapter ini bisa selesaaai! Baru chapter dua aja udah kepayahan, gimana ntar ya... ukh, jangan dibayangkan, Ann! Anyway, karena ini ditulis dengan rentang waktu antara (time gap) yang cukup lama, jangan heran kalau agak jumpy. Dan sesuai janji, nama mereka diperkenalkan di sini.

[Orific] Futile

For #FF2in1 Sesi 3 April 2013 (1)
Theme Song: Dua Cinta Satu Hati - Calvin Jeremy

Dengan dagu tertopang satu tangan, aku memandang jauh keluar jendela. Menerawang tembus awan dan cakrawala, bisa kurasakan melankoni memenuhi benakku. Deru pesawat dan perubahan tekanan udara adalah satu-satunya yang menjadi pengingat tujuan kepergianku.

"Nggak apa-apa?" orang yang duduk di sebelahku menepuk pundakku, dan bertanya lembut. Aku menolehkan kepala dengan ogah-ogahan karena aku tahu dia pasti melihatku dengan pandangan mengasihani.

"Nggak apa-apa kok. Kenapa harus apa-apa?" jawabku dengan sedikit merengut. Terbukti benar bayanganku. Di kedua mata hitam itu ada rasa kasihan, membuatku sebal.

"Kamu udah kangen sama dia?"

"Dia? Nggak kok." Kualihkan lagi perhatianku pada gumpalan kapas putih yang bergerak pelan di luar jendela pesawat. "Ngapain juga kangen sama orang yang nggak kangen sama aku."

Kakak kembali menepuk bahuku. "Kangen juga nggak apa-apa. Sampai seminggu yang lalu, kalian kan masih pacaran," ujarnya, berusaha membuatku tenang.

Aku menutup mata dan membiarkan ilusi malam itu kembali muncul di dalam otakku. Pacarku, punya pacar lain. Semudah itu. Satu-satunya alasanku memutuskan hubungan dengannya. Tanpa mendengar alasannya, tanpa menghiraukan konsolasi teman-temanku. Aku memang anak manja yang egois, tapi kurasa kali ini keegoisanku masuk akal.

"Nggak ah," gumamku. "Buang-buang energi aja. Toh dia sudah ada yang punya."

Kakak tidak menjawab, dan aku berterima kasih karenanya.

-fin-

[Orific] Maybe Tomorrow

Title: Maybe Tomorrow

Author: Vianna Orchidia

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance/Humor

Word Count: 861

Warning: short, no real plot, weird and maybe doesn't make sense. Misstypo and vocab and grammar. Title taken from the song 'maybe tomorrow' by Kajiura Yuki.

A/N: Wrote this in a whim. I just needed to write something to make my head lighter. Heh. And meet my two OCs from my unwritten story, Dreamweaver. The girl is pure Japanese whose mother remarried with an Indonesian man, so she now lives in Indonesia. The man is Indonesian, teaches Nihongo at girl's school. Stuff happens and, bam, they're going out. So if a student-teacher relationship disturbs you, feel free to leave this post.

[Orific] Grand Play (ch 1)

Judul: Grand Play (chapter 1)
Author: Vianna Orchidia
Rating: T... maybe T+
Genre: Romance/Suspense/Angst/General 
Summary: Tiap kata terlontar hanyalah permainan. Kebohongan menyatu dengan kebenaran. Namun, sebagaimana drama yang pasti punya akhir, sedikit demi sedikit tirai kebenaran akan turun dan menyelubungi kebohongan sepenuhnya. Menandai berakhirnya permainan ini.
Warning: Rated for implied situations. Tidak ada nama disebutkan di chapter ini. Gaya penulisan berubah-ubah. Kadar misteri dan rahasia tinggi. See more A/N below.
A/N: Saya membuat cerita ini menggunakan tokoh rekaan (OC) dari RP Acacia punya saya dan salah satu teman saya. Jadi untuk disclaimer, tokoh wanita itu punya saya. Tokoh laki-laki punya Fue. Sayangnya karena saya payah karakterisasi, OC laki-laki ini kayaknya bakal punya sifat yang beda seratus persen dari aslinya, alias saya hanya pinjam nama dan penampilan.