IV The Bathroom
Ember had been wandering aimlessly around the endless corridors and baffling twists and turns when she saw how dark it was getting outside. She would have checked her watch if she had one, but she didn’t so she hazarded a guess at it being about 10, 11 o’clock. She was exhausted and needed to find somewhere to sleep.
But first she wanted to take a shower. She hadn’t washed since she arrived at the mansion and it showed. Her soft skin which was normally a delicate pale porcelaine was now covered with a light layer of grime.
She had changed a lot since the fire. Her hair which had previously hung in a glossy waterfall down to her knees was now cut so that it just brushed her shoulders. She had donated the shorn locks to charity. It was a brilliant fiery scarlet and in certain lights she looked as though her whole head was engulfed in tongues of fire.
Her eyes were a brilliant émeraude green but they had Lost their sparkle and looked to big for her elfin face. Her clothes hug off her. She was normally slim but now she was a pathetic bag of skin and bone. The girl who had once fought off a gang of fourteen an olds at the age of ten because they insulted her sister was now replaced par a pathetic, sad, shell of a girl. She looked like a ghost wandering along the deserted corridors and when she turned into a room on her left marked “Bathroom” toi would have half expected her to float straight through the door.
She didn’t but she nearly fainted when she saw the splendour inside. A huge Olympic sized swimming pool filled the middle of the room. It was empty. But the room was still filled with light multi-coloured steam that tickled and warmed your skin as it floated over you. The walls were tiled in so many different colours all merging together so that it was impossible to tell where one tile ended and the other began. The ceiling was so high toi couldn’t see it through the mist and there was a single painting of a beautiful sunset over a plage hanging on a wall. Ember simply stared enraptured and walked over to the edge of the pool. It was so deep that if it were full her feet would be a foot from the bottom. Ember was stunned. This couldn’t be someone’s bath surely?! She knew her uncle was rich but not this rich! Slowly, timidly as though fearful it might bite her she turned one of the taps. There were hundreds all around the edges of the pool and each was a different metal and had a different gem stuck in the handle. The one she turned was made of white or and had a ruby stuck in it. But the taps didn’t have water coming out. Instead all sorts of different foams and bubbles and different scents came gushing out. From one tap came loads of enormous bubbles big enough to fit a human baby inside. From another ice blue foam with white lilies floating on top. And from another came water that seemed to have all the colours of the arc en ciel reflected on it’s surface. Soon the pool was close to overflowing and there Ember remained swimming around until the water had gone cold. Coming out she saw some clothes lying on a nearby bench. They had definitely not been there before. Slightly surprised but thinking the whole mansion was so out of the ordinary anyway she put them on. They were warm as though they had just come out of the dryer and she put on some slippers that curled around her petite feet like two small puppies. Red hair dripping she walked out of the steam filled room in chercher of a place to bunk down for the night.
Ember had been wandering aimlessly around the endless corridors and baffling twists and turns when she saw how dark it was getting outside. She would have checked her watch if she had one, but she didn’t so she hazarded a guess at it being about 10, 11 o’clock. She was exhausted and needed to find somewhere to sleep.
But first she wanted to take a shower. She hadn’t washed since she arrived at the mansion and it showed. Her soft skin which was normally a delicate pale porcelaine was now covered with a light layer of grime.
She had changed a lot since the fire. Her hair which had previously hung in a glossy waterfall down to her knees was now cut so that it just brushed her shoulders. She had donated the shorn locks to charity. It was a brilliant fiery scarlet and in certain lights she looked as though her whole head was engulfed in tongues of fire.
Her eyes were a brilliant émeraude green but they had Lost their sparkle and looked to big for her elfin face. Her clothes hug off her. She was normally slim but now she was a pathetic bag of skin and bone. The girl who had once fought off a gang of fourteen an olds at the age of ten because they insulted her sister was now replaced par a pathetic, sad, shell of a girl. She looked like a ghost wandering along the deserted corridors and when she turned into a room on her left marked “Bathroom” toi would have half expected her to float straight through the door.
She didn’t but she nearly fainted when she saw the splendour inside. A huge Olympic sized swimming pool filled the middle of the room. It was empty. But the room was still filled with light multi-coloured steam that tickled and warmed your skin as it floated over you. The walls were tiled in so many different colours all merging together so that it was impossible to tell where one tile ended and the other began. The ceiling was so high toi couldn’t see it through the mist and there was a single painting of a beautiful sunset over a plage hanging on a wall. Ember simply stared enraptured and walked over to the edge of the pool. It was so deep that if it were full her feet would be a foot from the bottom. Ember was stunned. This couldn’t be someone’s bath surely?! She knew her uncle was rich but not this rich! Slowly, timidly as though fearful it might bite her she turned one of the taps. There were hundreds all around the edges of the pool and each was a different metal and had a different gem stuck in the handle. The one she turned was made of white or and had a ruby stuck in it. But the taps didn’t have water coming out. Instead all sorts of different foams and bubbles and different scents came gushing out. From one tap came loads of enormous bubbles big enough to fit a human baby inside. From another ice blue foam with white lilies floating on top. And from another came water that seemed to have all the colours of the arc en ciel reflected on it’s surface. Soon the pool was close to overflowing and there Ember remained swimming around until the water had gone cold. Coming out she saw some clothes lying on a nearby bench. They had definitely not been there before. Slightly surprised but thinking the whole mansion was so out of the ordinary anyway she put them on. They were warm as though they had just come out of the dryer and she put on some slippers that curled around her petite feet like two small puppies. Red hair dripping she walked out of the steam filled room in chercher of a place to bunk down for the night.
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in l’amour
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in l’amour
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Slowly,
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit par bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
ou even separate us.
Because, toi see,
We are bound.
We are bound
par the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
Hand in hand,
We stroll towards the beautiful beach,
Never taking our eyes off the red sky.
We are together now,
And we face anything that will take us on,
With determination and unity,
Slowly.
The wave washes us into the ocean,
Taking us in,
Slowly, killing us bit par bit,
But we never let go of each other.
When we are together,
We will never die.
There is no chance of that,
It is impossible.
The power of being together
Surges into both of our souls,
And the angry waves crash against
Our faces,
But we still never let go.
We are undivided.
Nothing, ever, can keep us apart,
ou even separate us.
Because, toi see,
We are bound.
We are bound
par the ropes of love,
Forever.
Nothing,
No one,
Can cut those ropes.
Not now,
And not ever.
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me par the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken par the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the anges song
Thinking of its familiar glow
I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose
I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose
My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey
It took me par the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken par the storm
Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the anges song
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell toi I l’amour toi plus than myself
But to understand, from me toi shall receive neither money nor wealth
What toi chercher for is not emotion ou passion, it’s much plus precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So toi take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of toi the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
I will remember toi always.
Will toi remember me?
That is a question for toi to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
toi will always be in my heart.
For I know that toi will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the feu
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will toi remember me?
That is a question for toi to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
toi will always be in my heart.
For I know that toi will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minute of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the feu
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
It all started 100 years ago...
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, ou Ocean Clan, Riku, ou Land Clan, and the Sora, ou Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD toi DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
There was a great clan, Yochi Clan. They kept balance of the Earth. The Enkai, ou Ocean Clan, Riku, ou Land Clan, and the Sora, ou Sky Clan. There were 6 from each clan, chosen to defend Earth.
There Family names:
Wanizame = Enkai
Suppai = Enkai
Tategami = Riku
Nikushimi = Riku
Karasu = Sora
Inago = Sora
They took a pledge to defend the Earth and it's beauties. Until...
Suppai, Nikushimi, and Inago joined a evil organization that threatened the Earth years ago...
Yami Teikoku Boruto
HOW COULD toi DO THIS!!!!????
They put them selves in stasis so they could attack Earth at a later time. But the Heroes put themselves in stasis, too....
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal ou energetic maybe the one pomme with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to montrer the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man suivant to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal ou energetic maybe the one pomme with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to montrer the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man suivant to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.