"Misty!" Ash yelled as he swept his arms out, his voice cracking awkwardly.
"Ash, stop doing that with your voice!" Misty herself was kneeling down on the center point of a trio of Starmies.
"Hey, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose!" Ash crossed his arms; he was 14 now, he couldn't help what was happening to his voice. "I told your sisters they should have someone else to play this part."
"Yeah, but I insisted that they go with you, so stop making me look bad in front of them!" Misty's sisters giggled as they watched the young teens on Cerulean Gym pool, practicing for their performance that weekend.
"Fine, I'll give it one more try, that's it." Ash muttered, wondering if he would ever find his limit for the things he would put up with to help Misty out.
Anthy felt their eyes all around her, looking at her as she walked alone, all by herself. Men looked upon her, as did women, most often in one another's company; there were those women who were by themselves who looked upon her, and they were looked upon in turn.
She would walk by them on the same sidewalk, the same street, sometimes less then an inch apart; Anthy felt a hitch in her shoulders in those moments, the subconscious force of her memories that had yet to fade away, maybe never would.
Then she saw a flash of pink and a hopeful smile and a hand waiting for her to take it, and with renewed vigor she continued her search for Utena, who had shown her her how to bring revolution to her world.
Every week on her day off, Isis would enact the ritual in her home. She recited the prayers, burned the incenses, and the vestige of the once-nameless Pharaoh would appear to her. The image had form enough that she could caress his cheek.
"Isis." He said to her every time, his voice heavy. "Are you really sure about this?"
"Atem." She held him in her arms tight to her chest. "My family's duty is fulfilled, let me indulge this much."
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"Ash, stop doing that with your voice!" Misty herself was kneeling down on the center point of a trio of Starmies.
"Hey, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose!" Ash crossed his arms; he was 14 now, he couldn't help what was happening to his voice. "I told your sisters they should have someone else to play this part."
"Yeah, but I insisted that they go with you, so stop making me look bad in front of them!" Misty's sisters giggled as they watched the young teens on Cerulean Gym pool, practicing for their performance that weekend.
"Fine, I'll give it one more try, that's it." Ash muttered, wondering if he would ever find his limit for the things he would put up with to help Misty out.
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She would walk by them on the same sidewalk, the same street, sometimes less then an inch apart; Anthy felt a hitch in her shoulders in those moments, the subconscious force of her memories that had yet to fade away, maybe never would.
Then she saw a flash of pink and a hopeful smile and a hand waiting for her to take it, and with renewed vigor she continued her search for Utena, who had shown her her how to bring revolution to her world.
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"Isis." He said to her every time, his voice heavy. "Are you really sure about this?"
"Atem." She held him in her arms tight to her chest. "My family's duty is fulfilled, let me indulge this much."
Atem always did and always would.
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