Creation Office EX 19

“And~ I’m back!” Nat shouted the moment she literally rams into the meeting room, half expecting Rigel to be surprised by her timing. The familiar figure turned for a glimpse and continued her work, staring at her desktop.

“That’s really cold, Rigel.” Nat drops the luggage by the corner and pulled a seat by her side, “I bought souvenirs, well…not exactly but I think it can show you what I have been doing while I’m gone.” She tried to smile but sensed a scary aura from her partner. It had been some time since their last meet up and things were not the same as before.

The office grew smaller, lesser staff and more vacant seats. Other than their offices and the main meeting room, the compartments along the entrance were scarcely stacked with pamphlets, booklets and novels.

“Let’s see…You mean a research report, plenty of graphs and data analysis plus a bazooka with research poster?” Rigel replied, obviously unimpressed with her eyebrows wrinkled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. There had been troubles but its going to be better from now on.” She placed a thermos beside her, pushing it towards Rigel.

Warm fragrant tea. Just the way she likes it. 

Rigel takes a sip and sigh, “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you little missy.”

“Yes Rigel, I know.” Nat went behind and wraps her arm around Rigel’s shoulder, “I miss you too.”




P/S: Time to watch, read and write. All over again.


Creation Office EX 18

“Prompt, drabbles and fluff?” Rigel raised her eyebrow at the stack of references.

“Yea..something by fans for fans,” Nat replied while she continued to screen through the materials, “But not much of plot or character development though. If I’d really need to put a word into it, maybe it’s just dessert compared to a proper meal.”

“Just to satisfy a temporary need?” Rigel places a cup of tea to her left. “What about fanbase analysis?”

“Hmm…I’ll still need to do my own research so it’ll be fairly limited. I can barely think of a scenario for that Innocent Days drama we just saw.” Nat sighed and sunk into her seat. Time starts to slip by and summer suns had the occasional shower in the evening.

“I still think that it’s better to focus on the things you are good at.”

“I knew you would say that.”

“That’s a given.”

“But our views went up though.”

“Only when you ship a certain pair.” Rigel retorted with a flat tone, “It’s not like it’s bringing any good for us.”

“It’s okay, Rigel. I honestly had fun while writing those.”

“So? What are we going to do now?” Rigel emptied her cup in one shot and looks out of the window.

“We keep our promises.” Nat smiled and replied, raising her mug for cheers.


Creation Office EX 17


“Now stop where you are, Nat. I’m not done with you yet.” Rigel huffed with anger as she stomps with her wide strides behind Nathalie. But the figure in front of her did not respond and continued to walk swiftly through the automatic doors of the office. Their office, to be exact.


Nathalie could feel the exact moment when the cold air from the air conditioner came rushing out of the office, feeling the large temperature difference, she sneezed and trembled a bit. Leaving the cicadas cry, the door closed behind them.


The office was silent and slightly dim. No one was in during the weekend. As they walked pass through the rows of cubicles, Nathalie turned and pushed the meeting door open into the familiar room. The exact same table across a small corner of sofas,well lit due to the glass doors. Just the way it is.


Nat stopped abruptly, “Rigel, give me a…”, both in her steps and sentence. Not again. Not something that would hurt her. She sigh and took a deep breath.


“I know it’s not looking good with the matter now. But I promise I’m really doing what I could.” Nathalie turned to look Rigel in the eye, “You know how much this means to me.” Rigel dropped her shoulders at the sight of her pained expression.


“Don’t we both?”


“So are you saying that we should make a choice then?”


“If it means saving one of it, I’d not let both sunk in vain.”


Nathalie held her arms and said, “Even if it’s….No. I can’t do this. Not between you and me.”




“I will make it work out. I promise.” Her eyes were determined and Rigel could not stand her ground anymore. “Alright…sigh…Let’s get working then. Remember what you said.”


Nathalie smiled sheepishly and replied, “I love you too, Rigel.”


If life could be valued by a certain quantity, Rigel would wish that it could be measured by love.




Creation Office EX16

Nathalie was lying on the carpet when Rigel walked in.


“Nat~ Don’t just lie there, I thought you came to work?” Rigel left a cup of tea on the meeting table with another held in her hand.


Nat gave a long sigh and said, “I think I’m a workaphobic right now. I’ll be heading out in a few more hours for my job tomorrow. Can’t say I’m all fired upfor anything right now.” She rolled to her side but did not sit up. The body felt heavier than usual.


“You already had your share of anime and dramas for the weekend.” Rigel retorted, “And we barely talked.”


“I’m not in the mood.” Nat replied and took her tea, still sticking to the ground. “You know I tend to talk harshly at times like this,”


Rigel took a sip of her tea and  went to sit beside her on the carpet. All they could hear was the air conditioner blowing and the occasional chimming of the wind chime outside.


“I wish I have your temper. Not as rough and impatience as mine. Less irritated.” Nat said gently and close her eyes.


If I could control

How I feel

Would you still

Be there for me

When I have none?



Creation Office EX 15

me with my thought blocks
Me and my thought block


“Come sit with me,” said Nathalie, half awake and sitting on the living room couch. It was a nice Sunday morning, still too early to have adequate lighting into the room.


Rigel obeyed while still in her pajamas. She sat and allowed silence to take its time to settle. Nathalie was in her own thoughts that time seems to pause.


“Hmm?” Rigel raised her eyebrow, still feeling sleepy from the early rise in response to Nathalie’s head dropping onto her shoulders.


“You know that feeling? When you almost but not yet put a shape or a word to a certain atmosphere and thought?” Nat said, letting out a yawn in the process, “It’s tiring and slightly frustrating.”


“Mm.” Rigel nodded.


“Now if only I could find that switch, I’d like to start writing.” Nathalie hugs Rigel and rocks slowly, as if she was holding a soft toy instead of a person. “It would be as comforting as this.” She said to herself, half whispering with a grin on her face.



Creation Office EX 14

Writers and their own alternative universe
Writers and their alternate universe

I am Nathalie. The chief editor of my Creation Office. Suzumiya Haruhi of my own world. Or so she thought, letting out a long sigh while slumping on the oval meeting table.


Rigel still hovering around the table starts to pick up bits and pieces of paper and photos. Nogizaka? AKB? Apparently a whole class of idol is more suitable to describe them. Music filling the now empty meeting room sounds headbreaking.


“Now what band is that, Nat?” Rigel asked with an edge in her voice. Definitely not her taste.


“Babymetal. And some Sakura Gakuin if you’d listen more to this.” Nat replied lazyly face down. There had been several meetings held for some changes and discussion. Good news is, Nat has finished her education and currently free to write since her posting have not been received.


“We should head back to the apartment if you’re so tired.” Rigel said as she gathers all the scattered pictures and informations of characters, plot and photos. Rigel raised her eyebrow, noting a stack of Yuri fanfic. Now this is something unprecedented.


“Nah.” Nat pushed herself up and said, “I just need to wash my face.”


“I brought a towel and a change of clothes if you want to have a bath.” Rigel pointed to her bag over a couch by the corner.


“Ahh! Thank you~ I’ll try our new hot shower then!” The door closed behind her and Rigel was left alone with a repetition of ‘gimme choco’ hammering.


Rigel crossed her arms to her chest, admiring her cleaning up as her eyes sweep across the room.


It won’t be anything self destructive anyway, might as well encourage her all the way.




The Fairy and Her Castle

There was once a fairy that was born with talents. Her eyes shine like silver and sparkles but she had one flaw. She was too perfect. And as she grows older, all the fairies would awe at her magic that brings wonders to the land. An old fairy saw her talents and brought her under her wing.


What the fairy does not know was that she was such a perfectionist, the old fairy’s magic of healing for the old and little requires a great deal of patience. While she slowly gains fame for her healing power, her image does not quite match up to the old fairy that was caring for the land over the decades. Everyone receives the proper treatment in the same castle the old fairy has left in her care.


For many years, fairies from across the land flew to learn the fairies healing magic. So she stayed in the castle day and night throughout the season. While other fairies eventually went out and play and finding their soul mates, this fairy was far too engaged.


Days pass and seasons repeat. This young fairy eventually grew older, wielding more power and eventually authority to the community. Every fairy in the kingdom bow down to her and all of her student was quite fearful despite the fact that they were all to go out and heal the poor souls. Her power was powerful indeed, but never appears as kind as the old fairy’s.


We would imagine the fairy to be happy. Because that was what she had wished for. Yet living alone in that castle, the young fairy that was once full of talents grew old and became queen of the castle, staying more and late into the night. Her healing power was then became her one and only possession. There was nothing more in her life that she would prefer or would have tried to change.


But at times, when fairies bring their children to see her, her friends becoming grandfathers and mothers, she would feel slightly envious, or maybe just a little curious. What would it be like if it was not to turn out this way?


And so the fairy gave everything a long thought. In the castle that she was so familiar for the past decades and held precious memories of the old fairy, she decided that it was time to leave.


She looked into the future, thinking there would be no end to the sickness in the world so she wanted to travel and see more of it. At that time, the fairy was eventually old. As old as the time the old fairy took her in.


By the time she left, the castle that once had a queen and students quivering somewhere in the corner became less lively as it once were. The healing continues but in a less perfect and powerful manner.


Many would wonder what happen to her, for living for hundreds of years was very simple for a fairy. How much more powerful and experienced can she get? Can aging bring this fairy kindness and patience? Rumor has it that she had grown old with little resemblance to her young self, but surely she still had those eyes. Those eyes that shine like silver and sparkle. So if you happen to see an old fairy that heals, you may think that she might be the same fairy that once ruled the castle in the kingdom, standing lone and proud upon a hill, overlooking the land throughout the seasons.


Would you want to be like her? Or would you not?


This question, dear young fairies, is for you to decide.