Hello!!! <br />
Nice that you stop by. <br />
I have to tell you that this story has nothing to do with DB / DBZ. <br />
I'm sorry if that's what you hoped. <br />
But I would like to say that you can still take the time to read it. <br />
Maybe you still like it. <br />
^ - ^ <br />
I made up the story and my girlfriend painted a manga for it. <br />
You might already know the story in manga form .... <br />
BECAUSE WE ARE IN THE TALENT BOOK !!! <br />
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* smile * <br />
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So have a read my dear ones .... <br />
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-PERFECTTION- <br />
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The school lies there abandoned ... <br />
No noise, no noise ... <br />
Everything learns or follows one's thoughts ... <br />
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> The school. <br />
For some it is the first step towards a successful future, for others it is just a cage .... <br />
For me it is a cage, no matter how many windows and doors it has.<br />
I feel small and imperfect when I have to enter this huge building. << br />
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"For some, school is happiness, for others, a curse that you can never get rid of." I said softly and look around the almost empty room. "My name is Shanna Anago. I am 17 years old. Up until now my life has only consisted of working for my future so that I can lead a decent life later. In a world without miracles there is a life without a lot of work and suffering not possible. "<br />
I returned to the world of my thoughts. <br />
The only world in which I can feel safe and not have to be careful about hurting someone with words. <br />
> I admire the people who can still be happy despite this effort. I wish there was a world where miracles were commonplace and no one had to work for perfectionism. <I think and direct my gaze back to my almost blank sheet and try to concentrate on the tasks.> Dear God, let a miracle happen. Let me be perfect << br />
My expression breaks with my pencil and brings me back to reality. <br />
I concentrate on the arithmetic problems again. <br />
"Well ..." I sigh. "This task is simply not to be cracked." <br />
My gaze wanders to the sky .... <br />
To the beautiful sun ..... <br />
The blue sky ... <br />
"Why do I have to rewrite this stupid work?" I say yawning. "I'm really just unlucky ...." <br />
I look to the side and see the beautiful cherry tree that grows next to the classroom. <br />
It is in full bloom. <br />
> Petals .... << br />
I watch how the petals are gently carried through the air by the light wind and float gently and gently towards the ground. <br />
> I wish my life was that easy too. << br />
My name is called quietly over and over again .... <br />
"ANAGOOOOO !!" my teacher calls right in my ear.<br />
"Your time is up. Please give me your work." she said, as always, in an amiable manner. <br />
"H ... here." I said intimidated and give her my job <br />
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... Paradise rises from the future ... <br />
... Life does the same in a different way ... <br />
... Curains swept up by a gentle breeze ... <br />
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I am walking the streets on my way home listening to my favorite song on the Workman. <br />
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... Outshinning sorrow ... <br />
... is embracing me ... <br />
... We don´t want to live ... <br />
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I am slowly strolling through the deserted city park .... <br />
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... in doubt anymore .... <br />
... like the ... <br />
... ´Perfect World´ ... <br />
... Angels will let your wishes come true .... <br />
... Shalalalala .... <br />
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> Wow that song is beautiful! <I think and enjoy it ... <br />
Suddenly there was silence .... <br />
Terrible silence .... <br />
I furiously pull the earplugs out of my ears and furiously shake the Workman.<br />
"WHAT'S THIS STUPID BATTERY EMPTY AGAIN?" I scream angrily. <br />
Sighing, I shake my head and let the Workman sink. <br />
"Today is really not my day. Everything either goes wrong, broken or empty ..." I say with a sigh and look up at the sky. <br />
Something is floating in the air there. <br />
I catch it in amazement. <br />
> Hm? Feathers? <I ask myself and look at my hand. <br />
My gaze wanders back to the sky and there I see him. <br />
He is standing on a power pole and looking down at the earth. <br />
> An angel ...? <<br />
I run to him quickly ... <br />
"Hey you up there !!! Are you an angel? Please! Say, are you an angel?" I scream up to him almost pleadingly. <br />
He turns slowly to face me. <br />
The word 'angel' still sounds in the air. <br />
"Are you an angel?" I scream pleadingly upstairs again. "Can you grant me a wish? Please ... <br />
He looks at me for a long time. <br />
> A human?he asks himself. > How can she see me? << br />
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We both sat on a slope over the sea and looked down ... <br />
"Wow! I'm sitting next to a real angel!" I say happily. "What's your name anyway?" <br />
"You couldn't pronounce my name in your own language." he just says and continues to look at the sea. <br />
"So complicated?" asked him in surprise and looked at the sea again. "Well mine is very simple. My name is Shanna Anago." <br />
"Nice name." <br />
"Thank you!" <br />
"Tell Shanna, what did you mean by fulfilling a wish earlier?" he asks me quietly and in a calm voice and looks at me. <br />
"Oh you know. I want nothing more than to be perfect." I said softly and look up at the sky so as not to blush if I look at him. "I'm afraid of failure later. It doesn't happen to perfect people. Sounds childish, I know. But it's my dearest wish." <br />
He watched me closely, as if he didn't see girls like me often, and listened quietly to me.<br />
"So ... can you grant me a wish now?" I said and look at him with a grin. "Or maybe three?" <br />
"I ... I'm not a Jeannie.! He stutters. <br />
"Sorry. Should just be a joke." I said with a giggle and calm down quickly and get sad. <br />
I sigh softly and say softly. "Nothing and no one can make a wish come true for me." <br />
"Yes ... one ..." he says cautiously. <br />
I look at him in surprise. <br />
"I can fulfill one of my dearest ones for you. I will never get it fulfilled myself, but I can pass it on to others. Still ... I don't know if ..." he stops and looks at me carefully. "..you would be happy with this fulfillment." <br />
I also look at him carefully. <br />
He whispered softly. "Shanna." <br />
I smiled broadly at him. <br />
"An angel's wish, what could be nicer for a person than to have an angel's wish fulfilled?" ask him with a gentle smile."Please ... do it for me." <br />
We kissed tenderly. <br />
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So he granted me his wish. <br />
I knew it wouldn't be what a person wanted, but I accepted it anyway. <br />
I blindly pursued the urge for the ´perfect´, without being able to correspond to these ideals of the people. <br />
Like a butterfly with broken wings will never fly again. <br />
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"MARI! WAIT !!" a boy yelled after his girlfriend. “That wasn't a joke!” <br />
"Hisaki, I don't believe you a word!" said Mari and continued walking through the city park. "Leave me alone !!" <br />
Shanna's school bag was abandoned <br />
on the way. <br />
"Why do not you believe Me?" he asked calmly. <br />
"Because you're always lying and making fun of me, Hisaki," she said subtly. <br />
"Believe me." he said tears in my eyes. <br />
"Unfortunately I can't hear you." she said and covered her ears ... <br />... and stumbled over Shanna's school bag. <br />
"Damn what was that?" she asked, rubbing her head. <br />
Her gaze fell directly on Shanna's lifeless body. <br />
"My God!" she screamed in surprise. "There is a girl lying there! Hisaki! She is very pale and does not move!" <br />
She started crying and Hisaki hugged her tenderly. <br />
"Hisaki, help her! Please, feel her pulse ..." she said softly. <br />
He nodded and went to her. <br />
After a while he backed away. <br />
"Mari, you ..." he stuttered. "She's no longer breathing. Call an ambulance! Hurry!" <br />
<br />
It was already too late. <br />
The desire of the demon, whom I took to be an angel, was redemption. <br />
Demons cannot die and suffer forever. <br />
Death was his idea of ​​the perfection he gave me. <br />
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Maybe I wanted it that way, maybe by fulfilling his wish for me, I wanted to relieve him of some of his suffering and make him feel like he had a wonderful wish.<br />
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I am even grateful to him for it. <br />
I've learned that perfection has nothing to do with other people's ideas of ideals. <br />
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For some people, perfection means wealth or beauty, for the demon it was death. <br />
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No one will ever be able to tell us what perfect meant for each individual, or how best to become perfect. <br />
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Only when we live our own perfection ... <br />
Can you really make yourself and others HAPPY? <br />
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