About a year and a half ago, I was into Gravitation, so much that I wrote my first yaoi fics evolving around it. Then, I started to befriend many other authors. One was Naomi, over at fanfiction.net, her penname is Youkai Dreams. She was the first to ever really like my story, so we began talking, but she was never on, only on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. So, of course our friendship faded, but for along as I did wait every friday, she always made it so much fun. It's been a year and a half since I last spoke to her and I just recieved an email from her close friend, telling me that Naomi is dead.
How could she die.
"Anyway, I'm not sure if you knew this, but Nao was very sick. She was
always in and out of the hospital for a couple of years, and she'd even
been attacked a few times by some crazy nuts who are currently in jail.
Then, a little over a year ago, she got extremely sick and she wasn't
breathing, so her sister and brother got her to the hospital...they
waited a few days but she was out. She woke up about a week later, but then
she died a few hours after that."
Who was Naomi? She had told me that she was sick all the time, but she was so happy, everytime we spoke.
"Sorry for bothering you. You've probably forgotten her or I've probably
already told you this or her sister or someone. I didn't remember your
email or penname, so I wasn't sure if I got ahold of you. If you have
any questions, just send me an email."
How could I forget Naomi, how could I forget her now? Christ... we even wrote things together, being stupid. Anyways, I'd like to share them... just because it'll make me feel better.
My nickname is Odzy. My penname was LadySuchitaka
The poem she wrote for me in her profile:
POEM OF THE...YEAR?
Odzy is so awesome, awesome is Odzy
Odzy is so cool, cool is Odzy
Odzy reminds me of pickles, because they're both sexy
Odzy is so awesome, so awesome is she
(Ok, this is where it starts getting weird)
Odzy is a cool person, I wonder if she likes ducks
Odzy is a sexy girl, do you think she likes ducks?
Odzy's like a flower, I'M NOT ASKING YOU AGAIN!
Odzy is way sexier than a pickle in my opinion (it's super hard to be that sexy)Does she like ducks?
DUCK DUCK DUCK DUCK
Duck Duck Duck Duck
duck duck duck duck
DUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCKDUCK...DUCK!
The story we wrote:
THE ADVENTURES OF PICKLE AND MR. DUCKY!
...Mr. Ducky was on the verge of solving the Jim Carry murder case when he realized...HE RAN OUT OF PICKLES! The horror! The horror!
Well, stunned, our detected decides to ditch the murder case, because let's face it...pickles are just more important. With-what, their pimply green goodness? Their sour, yet satisfying taste, or that yellow juice that was left to run passed your lips? NAY. Mr. Ducky wouldn't be having any of that!
Sprinting - next to galloping on a white stallion, my Ducky strode off into the night, only with the slightest clues as to where those uncontainably sexy pickles are. The culprit was sloppy, leaving behind the jar top. This pained Detective Ducky, being back on the job: First Jim Carry, now his pickles!
"WHO would do such a thing?" He asked himself as he realized he was going faster- no, crazilly. He looked down to realize he wasn't on a horse, but an...ostridge? Hmm...go figure.
Mr. Ducky was confused as to why they were riding so smoothly. Looking down, he gasped audibly at the scene...or lack of scenery below him! He turned to see behind them, and saw the edge of a cliff a mile away!
"Why Ostridge...I didn't know you could fly!"
Looking up at Mr. Ducky questioningly, the ostridge looked down below him, and, well...we all know what happens when you run off a cliff and look down!
Trailing down a pattern of lost hope, they raced to the ground, each wishing the other could fly! Once finally hitting the ground -with a huge KURPLUNK!- They saw the wolf holding up a sign saying "haha" when the road runner sped by. Hrm, go figure -again.
Mr.Ducky rubbed at his head, while fixing his Indianna Jones hat. "Quackammit!"
Mr. Ducky sighed hopelessly Where were his pickles? In who's hands? Being nestled closely by whom? Who would Mr. Ducky have to interrogate! He looked over towards the wolf that was now back to normal color, thankfully. "Quack. YOU-ack! Did you see somone going somewhere with my yum delicously long -licks lips; starts to sweat- pickles!"
That infamous board was used for the next message, letting the detective know that the wolf saw a man with a bag full of pickles and he had a noodle in his hat, back home they called him maceroni. This didn't come as a surprise to Mr. Ducky, working in this line of business - well, he sees strange things every day and still, that Easter Bunny case will always haunt him. Decorated eggs everywhere, except for in that damnable basket!
How could he let his thoughts steer him back to that. No, he had to keep thinking about the jar, where he first saw it. He remembered buying them yesterday, right after his arobics class. They were on sale for two jaws a penny. He regrets only buying one, but the eagerness, HOW MUCH CAN A DUCK TAKE!
Stay tuned to find out!
-Written (sadly enough) By: LadySuchitaka and Youkai Dreams
(Oh, and when she said I was the coolest author, she lied. She meant SHE was the coolest author, because she is! HI ODZY!)
How could she.
I feel so terrible for not staying in touch.