A.p. Diffusion Lab Lab Report

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All these posts within twenty-four hours I will hurt!

I finally managed to combine my passion for new BJD with those for writing and I wrote this short little story that explains, in a fictional course, as these creatures resin have arrived in my life.

Title: Crossings
Fandom: Original
Characters: Aida Monte Frondoso, Okita Soji (mine are), appointed other
Party: self-contained stories
Rating: G
Word Count: 1566 (Word dixit)
Summary: ... all in one sitting right in the city was the insistent chatter: what had did the young daughter of the Duke of Monte Frondoso?
Notes: The characters are mine, so far no other. Or, to scriverre this story I was inspired by the background that I imagined for my doll collection. I also mentioned other doll collectors, which I hope will not have it, my gesture is meant as a sign of esteem for them. Rigrazio, then, for inspiring me michiru_kaiou7 , my beloved and beta spingitrice into the abyss of the BJD world, nanael and _kaze_chan_ and many others I wanted to mention, maybe next time!


The evening newspaper headline on the page of local news "is missing a star" and all living in one well of the city was the insistent chatter: what had become of the young daughter of the Duke of Monte Frondoso? Where was Aida, whose sweet voice had touched men and women from all walks of life from the stage of the prestigious opera houses in the World?
The story went something like this.
Aida Monte Frondoso, second daughter of the Duke, who owns acres and acres of olive production and of the family castle, and much more that would be tedious and inappropriate to list here, had left little more than a child to learn to sing because her voice was sweet and sharp of the extraordinary from an early age. The Duke's father, who was man of the world and culture, rather than seeing that his daughter segregated in some monastery in the country, without calling as it was, had agreed to send her abroad to study, although the job of singer it suited him to a girl of good family. He shrugged his shoulders to the objections of his wife - to have a husband, I can not marry - laconic reply, as the family property would be inherited by his eldest son and to divide or dispose of their property was out. We said then that Aida
girl left the ancestral castle and traveled the length and breadth of Europe, first as a student and then as a singer in his early and brilliant career. He was loudly applauded by the Vienna and London, Paris and Berlin. And certainly, for the sake of the true need to say, was not only his voice to palpitate the hearts of aristocrats, musicians and artists of the Old Continent: the beauty of Aida was second only to his talent.
After much hype and so much traveling, it was time for the young duchess to return home by the father so understanding, to cry, poor thing, on the bedside of his dying mother.
Like any devoted daughter, Aida wore mourning for six months without attending the beautiful world or perform, but the day finally came back and was chosen as the venue for the recital, of course, the little theater of the castle of Monte Frondoso, a event open only to a few lucky fans and notables of the city. It was the day before the show, after completing the tests, that the Duchess was seen moving away along the path down to the river for their usual afternoon walk, walk, from which Aida Monte Frondoso was never returned.
most credible voice among the ladies sipping tea at five, was that the girl, already accustomed to the dissolute life, because you know that underneath that makes the singer is not a saint, had run off with the Duke Aleksandr Mikahilov, his great admirers, but already the father of two adorable little girls, why the Duke of Monte Frondoso had never frowned upon the friendship between the two. So the beautiful Aida had fled the country and his prince charming? The Duke Mikahilov had returned to Russia and there was no way to track him down to have it confirmed. Yet if women snaked gossip in pink hues, among the notables of city, gathered at the club drinking scotch and smoking cigars in Tuscany, a version made its way to crime: a madman, a murderess, perhaps a deranged fan, "go figure, it is a moment" ... a boost and the young lady falls water and the current brings her beautiful body so far ...
vociava the city and the poor Duke, alone in his castle, weeping over the disappearance too premature to wonder what his daughter.

But what had really happened? Aida
walked along the path of holm oak and elm trees that skirted the bend of the river, repassed in mind that the songs would sing the next day, as he fiddled with the wide-brimmed hat. He threw a look behind to assess the distance from the castle still had a half an hour before having to return home. He continued along the same road singing half-heartedly, a sparrow flew past and the distracted for a few moments, and when he returned to set the path, the scene before him was quite different: no longer the tall shady trees, the dirt The roar of the water. Aida found himself at a crossroads in the middle of a campaign never seen before, he could be near his house, wheat, sunflowers in the fields, could belong to the estate of Monte Frondoso, but could not remember ever having been there and, above all, he had no idea how it had arrived!
- Oh God! - Exclaimed shocked.
A thick in the pit of the stomach paralyzed, was not the type to get scared for so little, but just could not understand what could have happened. He turned around looking for a sign, a sign, something that would help, but there was nothing but an impossible intersection traversed by a number of streets, paths, lanes, avenues, each type of road seemed to go from there.
- What place is this? - Wondered el'arrabbiato between dismay.
- is the intersection of all places and all times - answered a tawny-haired little girl who appeared out of nowhere, sitting on the floor playing with rocks.
- And you? - Aida asked worried.
- Waiting for my father, you know, he is the god of death - the girl said softly, kidnapped by his friends always rocks.
- How? - Dismayed the Duchess asked, but did not have time to investigate further that a woman from clothing and a bright peach-colored hair almost swept away.
- Get out of the way, do not you see I'm in a hurry? They called me for a job ... - and the stranger took a road that traveled with complacency on his boots with heel twelve.
- Oh, poor me - Aida groaned, already prey to despair, but soon there were no more traces of the girl or woman.
- Life is not other than suffering - joined her voice to a young man. He was a boy of about twenty, twenty-five years from the look sad and sorrowful, but what was worse, the boy did not have a body, it was just a floating head. Aida stared and let out a scream - I know - the boy moaned - I'm just a head, for now, my body must be somewhere, just not here yet.
- I understand - Aida nodded terrified.
- Do not pay any, the next time we meet maybe I'll have my body, but is not yet time. How it works, here: when it's time you find yourself at the crossroads of all places and all times and you can go anywhere want. You see, if you took the narrow and uphill, arrived in Japan, Heian era, but if I followed that path to the right would end in Tokyo shortly before the end of the world. This is my destiny, the roads are many, but in the end we find the people we love always, it's all about the right moment.
- So if you go East from there, going in the opposite direction I should go back to the West, in Italy, at my house? - Aida asked puzzled about the idea of a floating head, though beautiful and kind, not convinced, even in his heart he was wondering if she had become mad, but the head was the only person to turn.
- I do not know, Miss, I can only walk the streets for me, to know her, that is not set out - the affable head smiled - Oh, all gods, is not that there Seishiro-san? - Said of a sudden the guy - I gotta go, I have to get there. Farewell, farewell my dear, so we will meet soon.
Aida was alone again, more and more frightened and forlorn, staring at all those streets, wondering - What is right for me?
- Follow me, "said a sudden a little boy, twelve or thirteen years, not more, elegantly dressed like some oriental prints that Aida had seen in the studio of his painter friend.
- Who are you?
- I Okita Soji, to serve the Shogun. My teacher and I have lost touch, but I knew that here I would find someone for me. Sure, you're not my teacher, nor a fellow kendo, but even if you're female, I'll try to love you the same.
The boy was so tender that a frown to a smile and ran Aida reached out to caress his head.
- You baby - she said lovingly.
- not true! - Resented the boy and ran ahead along a dirt road.
- Where do you go? Do not leave me alone - I called Aida, regretted what he had said a moment ago.
- I'm going forward, you will reach me. The road you find yourself.
- No, I do not know where to go, little Soji not run away!
- Dai, Aida, she is waiting for us, even if it still does not know - Soji replied hint of a smile.
Aida plucked up his courage, he picked up his hat, that among the many emotions he had fallen out of hand, and they set forth along the same path that the boy had indicated the Japanese. Wherever she went, she hoped so much to feel good.