Their respective villages/nations were enemies with each other (well, in the Fire Nation’s case, they made the Air Nomads and the Avatar their enemy).
Oma and Shu learned earthbending from the badgermoles, Aang and Zuko learned the ancient origins of firebending and the pre-war form of firebending from the last dragons
Omashu was built as a place where citizens from both villages could thrive in peace, after the war had ended. Republic City was build so that citizens from all over the world could live in peace, after the war had ended.
Ouma felt the cold wall against his back.
This wasn’t good.
He didn’t think that Korekiyo, out of all
people, would corner him against a wall and try to stab him, but it was
happening, right in front of his eyes. Wasn’t Korekiyo, like, nice a few hours
ago? Was it all a game of pretend for him? Ouma would’ve probably tried to
consider the other as his friend if it wasn’t for this.
“Shinguji, what are you doing?” Ouma
glared, trying to be calm and collected in front of the anthropologist. “G-Get
away from me, you-“
“I can see you’re scared, Shoukichi. You’re
sweating and you’re stuttering. You don’t regularly do that.” Korekiyo twirled
the knife around in his hand. ”I’m not blind, I can tell when people are
feeling scared. It’s really obvious with you too. When you’re afraid, you start
acting irrational, like a child.”
“Shoukichi, is that a way you talk with
your soon-to-be killer?”
“You’re not going to kill me.” Ouma said, a
cold bead of sweat running down his forehead. He’d never admit, at least not to
Korekiyo, that he was afraid.
“How can someone who became the Ultimate
Ruler be so, so stupid? Well, I guess everyone denies death in some way…”
Korekiyo stopped twirling his knife, instead, he gripped it tightly. “But, you
have to accept your death, Shoukichi, that way it’ll be much easier for both of
And then he lunged.
Ouma managed to dodge somehow, thankfully.
But he didn’t leave unscraped. He jumped to the side, stumbling in the process
and falling on his bottom. Something stung and that something was his right
arm. The blood was quickly running from a large gash. The shock did its own
thing, of course, making it hurt less. If he doesn’t get killed in the next few
minutes, he’ll definitely feel the full pain of it. Korekiyo wasn’t pleased
with that. He wanted Ouma dead, but the problem was, Ouma wasn’t dead yet.
“Why must you make it so difficult for me?
Why can’t you just die already?” The anthropologist kept asking. “You know that
running is futile, right?”
Maybe Ouma shouldn’t run. Maybe he should
just accept it. Yeah, death, accept death. Not many people would be sad anyway.
Maybe his death will motivate someone. Death might not be so- wait, what was
that sound? The male’s thoughts got interrupted by…by footsteps? Fast
footsteps? Was someone running?
And then, SLAM!
The female slammed into Korekiyo causing
both of them to fall on the ground. Yonaga was the first to stand up, running
up to Ouma. She kneeled in front of him, examining him and his wound. Her eyes
were glimmering, she was about to cry purely out of fear. She was holding it
back though. She wanted to seem strong right now.
“Shoukichi, are you-“ But she got
interrupted by a kick to her side. Ouma didn’t even understand what was
happening anymore. One moment Angie was in front of him, babbling about
something, and the other, she was on the ground with Korekiyo looming in front
“Whatever, I’ll deal with you later.” He
walked off. “Yonaga, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Ouma looked up, he needed to see what was
going on. Whatever was happening before, this was worse. Angie, his friend, was
on her back, her only support being her arms, looking at Korekiyo standing in
front of her with that god-awful knife in his hands.
“A-Angie’s not thinking, but at least she’s
doing something –“
“No, you’re only extending the time until
his death. You’re going to die too, you know? What a shame too,” He kneeled in
front of her, lifting her chin up with his finger so she could look at his
piercing eyes. “You were interesting in your own way, you know? Too bad I’ll
have to kill you. If you haven’t interrupted I wouldn’t have had to kill you.
Monokuma would’ve just done it for me.”
“I’m not going to get found out, all of you
will die, except for me.”
All of… All of us? All the others…? Like,
like… Everyone, except for Korekiyo… All of these thoughts were spinning in
Ouma’s head. All of these people he considered calling friends. Maybe not
directly to them, but in his head at least.
“No, they’ll figure you out and…” Angie
paused and looked and shook her head. She looked so hurt, there were probably
so many thoughts going through her head too. She considered Korekiyo a great
friend, probably as great as Ouma. “Shinguuji, you’ll get executed! You’ll die!
Angie doesn’t want you to die!”
Ouma couldn’t believe it… The artist was
about to die and she was concerned over her own killer’s well-being. She looked
like she was shaking, crying even. The tears, they just started. It almost made
Ouma cry too. It just…it hurt. More than the wound on his arm.
“Angie doesn’t want to see the island gods
yet! Angie isn’t ready! She doesn’t want her friends to see them either, please
spare Angie’s friends!”
“I’m sure you’ll make a great sacrifice,
Yonaga.” Korekiyo grinned behind his mask and he lunged the knife towards Angie.
But before the impact was made…
“Wait!” This was unexpected, huh? Ouma
finally managed to open his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, his friend was
about to get murdered and he didn’t know what to do. He hated it. He hated
being so powerless. “Please, Shinguuji, I…” He got on his knees and clutched
his hands together. He was begging. He was letting his own pride go because he
wanted to save Angie. “I’m begging you, please don’t kill her. Please take my
life instead, please, I don’t want her to die.”
Korekiyo looked at Ouma, from his eyes it
seemed like he was smiling. His smile turned into a wide grin and that just
escalated into a loud laugh. “I can’t believe it! The Ultimate Ruler is begging
me, ME for mercy! Mercy on his poor, poor friend!” The silent hall was booming
with his laughter. “What a show! As much as I’d love to let Yonaga go and kill
only you, I can’t. She’d tell everyone.”
“Shoukichi, run.” Angie looked at the
ruler. “Please run.”
“Who are you to speak right now?” The tall
male turned back to the female. “My little artistic hummingbird, I almost
forgot about you. I think we’ve stalled enough, right? I’d really like to kill
you right now. How do you say that thing? Hm, right. Byeyonara, Angie Yonaga!”
“No!” Ouma, with every ounce of power left
in him, tackled Korekiyo, causing the knife in his hands to fall on the ground.
Right next to Angie.
Angie looked at the knife next to her. She
gulped and bit her lip, reaching for the knife. Her fingertips brushed against
the knife and then she just stopped. She stopped and just stared at the knife.
What was she planning on doing? If she took the knife, what was she going to do
with it? Kill Shinguuji? No! Absolutely positively not! But maybe she could
The knife’s gone. Angie was zoning out far
too long. As soon as she looked up, her eyes searching for the knife, she saw
it in Korekiyo’s hands again. Before she could even react, his boot collided
with her side again. A small cry escaped Angie’s lips. God, this kick hurt way
more. It seemed like Shinguuji was absolutely pissed at that point. And Ouma?
He was on the ground too. After that tackle he attempted, Korekiyo elbowed him
in the gut and Ouma just happened to land on his wounded arm. His eyes were
pointed at the ground, he couldn’t move, it hurt too much. He couldn’t do
anything. He could hear his own heartbeat and Angie’s frail voice that attempted
to talk Korekiyo out of this nonsense.
“Shinguuji, you’ll get executed! Saihara
will find you out!”
“I guess I’ll have to kill him too.”
And after that, a loud scream of pain
echoed through the hall.
And another one.
A n d a n o t h e r .
Ouma couldn’t take it. The screams were
just ringing through his ears and even when they stopped, he could still hear
them. He knew what happened, but he still couldn’t believe his eyes once he
looked up. Tears welled up in his eyes. Was he crying? He was. Obviously at the
sight of Angie’s bloodied corpse on the ground, in the pool of her own blood.
Korekiyo seemed proud of his work. This was it. This was the last straw for
him. The male stood up, his legs were wobbly, but he still managed to stand and
turn to the other.
His teeth seemed to be gritting one against
the other by their own and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “I…” He took a deep
breath and ran at Korekiyo. “I’LL KILL YOU!”
Korekiyo didn’t have time to react. A fist
collided with his face and even managed to knock him out. Of course it could.
Ouma had so much anger in him after whatever this was he could knock out at
least ten more people.
Then he turned to her. Everything seemed so
surreal. He never wanted to imagine Angie dead, but he didn’t even have to
anymore. She was laying there. And she was dead. He couldn’t cast his eyes off
of her. He knew that this wasn’t the way Angie would ever want to go. His legs
eventually just gave out and he fell in the pool of blood that now soaked his
pants. The tears were streaming unconsciously at this point.
“This…this isn’t real. Not real… It’s just
a nightmare, yeah, a nightmare. Everything’s completely fine. You’ll smash my
door open and wake me up like you always do, Yonaga. Like…like you always do…
Like you’ll always keep doing.” He laughed weakly. The tears kept rolling down
his face. He couldn’t stop crying. “Why aren’t you waking me up yet? Hurry up,
Yonaga! Yonaga, you’re making me wait! I want to wake up, hurry up! You’re so
selfish, why aren’t you here yet?!” He was yelling at the corpse in front of
him to come and eventually his yelling just turned into loud sobbing.
“Please come back…”
“W-What the hell happened in here?!” Ouma’s
head snapped up at someone else’s voice. Miu Iruma’s to be exact. He knew how
it must’ve looked to her. Ouma, the only one conscious was sitting there, in a
pool of someone else’s blood with another body laying unconsciously behind him.
“What the fuck did you to Yonaga and Shinguuji?!”
Right after Miu, came Shuichi and Kaede. They…they
couldn’t possibly believe Ouma did all of this, could they? He was innocent…
Innocent! He didn’t do any of this! He wanted to yell that he didn’t do
anything, but nothing came out of his mouth. Especially with all those
disappointed and angry looks he was getting
“Shoukichi…” Shuichi muttered.
“S-Saihara, it wasn’t me, please believe
me!” He managed to croak out, fresh tears starting to stream down his face all
over again. He didn’t want Shuichi out of all people to blame him.
“I-I think we should investigate the scene
before we jump to any conclusions, right Saihara?” Kaede looked at Shuichi,
then at Ouma and then back at Shuichi.
The trial that followed was a complete
mess. Everyone was against Ouma. The only ones that believed in him were
Shuichi and Kaede. They wanted to keep it rational, they wanted to base
everything on clues, not on pure appearance. But it seemed that Miu did a very
good job of running around and telling everyone that he was the killer. Of
course, the ruler stayed silent for the whole trial and that looked even more
suspicious. It wasn’t hard for Korekiyo to keep the façade up too. Everyone
thought he was the victim, the one who barely made it out. No one even paid
attention to the large wound in Ouma’s arm. At least Shuichi had taken notice a
few hours before and with the help of the Monokumarz managed to fix him up. But
that barely helped his situation in the class trial.
“You’re the killer!”
“How could you just kill Yonaga like that?”
“You’re so cold-blooded!”
“Poor Yonaga, she probably thought
Shoukichi was her friend.”
“You deserve the punishment!”
Sentences along these lines followed Ouma
in the whole trial and he couldn’t stand it. He said to himself, that he will
just stay quiet. Because what if he says something that lands him deeper in to
the pit of being accused? But there’s only so much accusing one person can take
up all on their own…
Ouma harshly slammed his fist on the stand
and everyone went silent. “You inconsiderate fools! How could you think I
killed Yonaga?! Do you really think I’m that big of a monster?! I’m not the only one who got out of there
alive! Why is no one accusing Shinguuji?! He’s the one who killed her! He
wanted to kill me too! Yonaga saved me and then he just killed her! He was
planning on killing Saihara too! Stupid, stupid, stupid, you’re all so stupid!
No one aside from Saihara and Akamatsu even bothered to hear my side of the
story! Everyone’s just treating Shinguuji like the victim, as if he’s innocent!
He’s not! He killed her! H-He killed… He…” And there he was, not a ruler, but a
regular person, a crying child who had just lost his friend.
The trial ended successfully. Of course,
with the help of Shuichi’s detective skills and a little bit of Kaede’s lying
sprinkled in the true culprit was revealed. Korekiyo Shinguuji. Of course, he
got his punishment, but maybe if he hadn’t gotten it, maybe if everyone beside
him would’ve died, Ouma wouldn’t have to go through all this pain.
Someone poked him in the shoulder. Miu. “Listen,
Shoukichi, I’m sorry for being the first to accuse you, I thought-“
“You thought,” Ouma started speaking
darkly, still not facing the female. “You thought I killed Yonaga.” He turned
to her, anger painted on his features. “You thought I killed my friend! You
thought wrong, Iruma! And mostly because of your stupidity we all could’ve
died! Hell, everyone’s stupidity even! You were stupid enough to just believe I
was the culprit and everyone was stupid enough to believe such an idiot like
you! And you still have the nerve to apologize to me? You worthless fucking
pig! All of you are just fucking two-“
“Shoukichi, please calm down.” Shuichi put
a hand on his shoulder which was only roughly swatted away.
“Get away from me, all of you… GET AWAY
FROM ME!” Ouma screamed with his fists clenched.
Of course, without the light aura of Angie,
Ouma’s could only get darker.
We’ve chased each other for generations. Always brushing hands, but never much more. Something always keeps us apart. I sometimes wonder why we deserved this. I thought we were done with war-torn love. We were so close last time, but again he left me. Not by choice. Never by choice.
I was sure of it this time, though I was of water and he of fire. Every sign pointed for us to finally be together again, but it was not to be. Sometimes he’s with another. Sometimes so am I. But sometimes I’m just too late. How does this always happen? Did we do something wrong? Maybe our love is too much for one life, so we must take what we can as the years and lives go by. I wish I knew the answer. I wish he wasn’t leaving, though I know we’ll meet again.
I feel like I’m not in control of my own story. I am strong, yes, as is he, but it’s like someone else hold the quill that writes our fate. If I could I’d write his name always next to mine, but the ink of our tale never lets that be. Too far to take his hand, but close enough to see his soul. He always knows it’s me. I am always chasing him. Forever chasing and he is forever leaving. Maybe next time.
Ppl rejoicing that 2jae r reunited but all I can think bout is that "but you didn't" 2jae post!! Imagine jb singing his lines of the song alone next to Youngjae's hospital room and his heart breaking when Youngjae can't sing his lines
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ma olen vihane, sest minust on jälle see pisike tükk sitta saanud, kes nutab kell 2 päeval oma toas, ja siis veel 7 õhtul ja isegi kell 4 öösel valan pisaraid, sest minu sees on lihtsalt nii faking palju tühjust ja kurbust ja samas varjab kuskil end eluraasuke ka ja ma ei tea mis asi on uni, või kuidas magada, ja ma tahaks oma nahast välja ronida, ei julge iseendaga üksi jääda, ja käeulatuses on mul kuraditosin erinevaid terasid ja kätel veel suurem kogus vanu arme, ja padjapüüri sees on mul peidus lugematu arv tablette, igasuguseid erinevaid noh - mirtazapin, zoloft, quetiapine, ketipinor, xanax, valium ja natuke eemal riiuli peal pudel viina. ja ma tean täpselt, milleks need mõeldud on, ja ma ei kavatsegi vabandada, et selline olen.
Hola, Nacho! I've been following your travels for quite some time! Love your photos. I'm studying abroad in Spain and I'm trying to plan a five or six day trip at the end of this month. I would like to see Northern Spain (I live in Granada) or Portugal. What would you recommend? I'm leaning towards Portugal. But if I do, I'm not sure where in Portugal I should visit. Thoughts? Thanks!!
I’m going to recommend you two places to visit, they may not be the only suggestion you should take, but here’s my two cents:
1)Porto (3-4 days - including a daytrip to Peso da Régua) - Aveiro and Costa Nova (1 day) - Guimarães (1 day) - Braga (1 day)
1) Euskadi - Bilbao and coast of Biscay (San Juan de Gaztelugatxe, Bermeo, Mundaka, Oma Forest… etc) (2-3 days) Donostia, Zaurautz and coast of Gipuzkoa (Getaria, Zumaia…), (2-3 days) Medieval town of Vitoria (1 day).