'Origami'

[LilyPichu]

Origami




They were just her childish fantasies.

A realistic imagination.

But she didn’t care.

‘Origami’ it was called, for the girl called herself that. Newly christened Origami sifted through the square sheets of paper, folding odd arrangements at the corners periodically until she had found a shape. And then there was that challenge of making that shape into a more complex figure.

She paused for a moment, thinking.

Yes, a challenge.

The challenge blended easily with the atmosphere, balmy flakes of transparent white disseminated against the ground. She knew it was cold, for her fingers were numb as they folded another corner. And the girl stared, marveling for a short while. In a way, she envied the paper. It had no worries and did not feel anything. With simplicity it was capable of turning into an ethereal creature composed of beauty.

Origami simply liked paper.

The paper was such a mystifying thing. She had seen their lustrous, silky form everywhere. People walked by quietly, the world but a blur to them. They never noticed them, but she did. It was like the sidewalk. Everyone used it, but most would not care. It was as if a unit of the human mind urged them to think of daily needs as unobtrusive forms of existence. If they used it, then that was that. Nothing more.

She was enthralled by the fact one sheet of paper could be made into a creature. Her hands shivered slightly, folding another corner. Then another.

It was a pattern.

Her young mind digested this easily. It was just a pattern, nothing more. She could fold one end, and then another, before both of them were folded. And then it would repeat. It would not repeat infinitely, but just until it had found a definite shape. Sometimes, it turned out wrong. Origami knew what happened to paper that turned out wrong. She had seen people curl them up into small crinkling balls and throw it away, and she had ambivalently decided to keep her papers rather than throwing them away.

A stack of new paper would be there as a prerequisite. She would automatically take one without much of astuteness. Origami folded again until she revealed a concealed shape. What would it turn into though? She had not thought about that, and a shape could have varied into multiple possibilities. Time would only tell.

Day after day, she folded assortments of papers. They shaped themselves into amusing imaginary creatures. Some transformed completely, when some seemed utterly insignificant. Origami was proud of her accomplishments.

She had made.

On her palm rested a creature. It had been folded out of vibrant yellow, with two obsidian beads serving as the eyes.

It was called Pikachu.

School had not been so pleasant and considerate with her creation. The kids would have never understood what she had made. One of them would jeer, and perhaps laugh, pointing haughtily at the unassertive figure lying on Origami’s hand.

It’s just a stupid paper

Ignoring them was difficult. Her fingers would grow clammy as they gripped the ‘Pikachu’ hard and furiously, scrunching up the impeccable posture she had made and finished off with the perfect amount of flourish.

And then, she would run home.

Home was a place of her own sanctuary. It was a necessity of her life. Home was where she could quietly dwell in her own room, fixing up the creation she had deliberately messed up, casting an apologetic look at the pitiful creature. Home was simply that- home.

Origami would then start again. Slowly, not quite working up to her average speed, another shape would be made. This one would be familiar to her ‘Pikachu,’ but a more advanced form. She would make it grow. She would make it change. It would be a duskier hue of orange, yet quite easy to detect the simplicity put behind it. First impressions did wonders. She could glue on two black beads, and people would automatically assume it was a child’s toy. But Origami contradicted this with hasty assumptions of her own.

They were not simple play things. They were her.

One day, Origami would show her school. She would make all the creatures, all of them, out of what she liked best- paper. Transformation would not take long. Her fingers worked steadily, somehow finding the hidden, defiant shape. The shape would not take very long either, depending on its’ persistency. The children would be awed. They would be stunned by the miraculous changes.

They would like it, all of them.

One hundred and fifty.

That was the number Origami had slowly counted. One hundred and fifty creatures staring back at her. Her eyes traveled over to the cobalt one with a spiral on its’ shell, all the way to the small pink one, then finally to the yellow mouse. She was happy. This, she had decided, was true happiness and the pride of her accomplishments.

Happy

The snow was not much of a threat as she trudged down the icy street. Snugly fit behind her arms was a cardboard box, a shoe box to be exact, swelling up her heart. Flying besides her were the snow patched newspapers, damp and abandoned. They screamed the same perpetual articles and headlines. She was oblivious to the news.

To think school had changed was a lie. It was still dissatisfied. An older boy would reject it with a simple gesture of a hand. He would take one glance at it, and mutter something vaguely along the lines as ‘whatever.’ The younger children would forget about their usual taunting, and nod thoughtfully at the new word. They would try it out slowly, almost excitedly, on their eager tongues.

Whatever

It sounded so bold, audaciously coming out in the open. It was what they could say to push one idea they disliked away. It was simply new to them, to be exposed to a word with more than five letters for once. They would giggle, laugh at the sheer stupidity perhaps, but they would not know.

Origami would again, run towards home, but not quite go inside.

Home merely gave off the essence of reassurance. It gave her somewhere to be, but it did not require her to go in there at all times. It was just there, an inconspicuous background of her life, just not an entirely faded part yet.

She rummaged around her pocket. In it was a crinkled piece of paper. Just vaguely she could make out the faded scarlet, for the color had already been blended into an amalgam of pink. The feathery snow melted quickly on the paper Origami was holding tightly. She took a brief glance at it, and turned her attention to the precious box safe from the dampness.

One hundred fifty.

Her steps disappeared as they echoed down the alley with obscurity. Silhouettes danced off the walls, creating illusions with the snow. She sat down against the fortification, pulling out the box. There were one hundred and fifty figures crouched in there, cold and frigid as she was. Her frozen breath came out in spontaneous puffs of smoke as her fingers quickly began folding.

The shape didn’t come too slowly this time. It was as if fate was waiting. It was simple to figure out, like how it was obvious to know the weather was cold. Already her eyes could see, they could imagine, the creature. It looked vaguely like a cat, but more of a significant aura.

One hundred fifty one.

All of them stared proudly at her from their own little sanctuary. The cat did not have any facial expressions, but they would have, if only she had some spare beads. The girl smiled. She would have shown someone, anyone. But there was no one. Perhaps she was being too presumptuous about these things.

Her bare fingers carefully scraped away the top layer of cracked, raw ice. The powdery snow came off easily, collaborating against the abstract of subdued blue. Beneath it was dirt, in which she kept scraping away. Satisfied by the small hole, Origami carefully inserted the box in, opening the lid one more time.

All one hundred fifty one paper figures sat there with their blank faces. They huddled and endured the wind’s malevolent tone weaving through the alley. They were waiting.

Origami’s smile lingered. She carefully closed the lid, and quickly brushed the dirt and fragments of snowflakes on top of it. It would be as if nothing was there in the first place.

And then, she sat down next to it, tired from the effort given.

Particles of white descended from the thin sheet of azure and fragile slices of silver occasionally streaking across the sky, creating the tints of opaque. The clouds were nothing but amorphous hues of gray, compared to the preponderate sky. It showed such a whimsical combination. She could only gaze and admire the imperceptible merge.

Perhaps she would fold more papers in the future. Perhaps someone would find a hidden box, tucked away underneath the deep, crumbling earth. Origami shrugged once at the possibility, and stood up.

Taking one final glance at the lonely patch of snow, she started walking away, unaware of two heavenly cerulean eyes peering at her intently from behind, the resemblance vaguely similar as of ordinary blue beads.

‘Origami’

[Ho-oh2001]

Wow... that was beautiful, LP. Seriously. I can sort of feel Origami's pain... kids are pretty mean sometimes. ;_; You've done a good job of capturing the feeling that one has when his or her peers don't understand something new and simply mock it because it's different. The writing style is very poetic in nature, too, and that adds to the effect. I love this story. ^^

[PancaKe]

I love your style, lilypichu. You have this beautiful way of arranging your words. I dont know how to explain it, but its awesome talent you have. This was a beautiful story about something quite unusual. I dont think I ever would've thought to write about paper and oragami, but you did it really cute. I felt so sad when nobody would look at her creations, I don't know why! damnit, you and your good writing

[mistysakura]

That was great, I love your poetic style of writing. It was interesting to see the concepts of Pokemon and origami combined, and I think you managed to create an interesting story. Yes, children can be cruel; follwing the "cool kids'" lead comes naturally to them, and especially when something is new and strange, they will treat the idea as absurd. I feel sorry for origami, it's difficult being different.

A magical story.

[LilyPichu]

Ho-oh2001; thank you very much for the nice comments. ^^; I myself thought the childrens' emotions weren't portrayed good enough...o.o; Oh well.

Pancake; it's funny, but people usually say the opposite and tell me I need to work on my word choices. >>; Either way, thank you! ^_^

mistysakura; *flattered* 8'D I never knew such thing as poetic writing existed in my writing. SOmeone said it was just a literary technique. I can't express my thanks for the review.

8D;;

[PancaKe]

8D;;

That is the cutest smilie. thats smiley town worthey.

[mr_pikachu]

Ah, another wonderful short by LilyPichu! I always look forward to reading these.

You know, it's funny; there was a Pokemon Origami instruction book way back when RBY were first out, and I thought you were referring to that. But you did a much better job with the combination of concepts than I anticipated. Nicely done.

This was a brilliant idea. I love how the figures that Origami created actually were real. That's sort of mystical, if you know what I mean. The question is, did the creatures exist before Origami began, or did they somehow form from her love for her creations? I guess we'll never know.

I also thought that the children were portrayed well. When I was in middle school (ugh), we each had to create something that had something to do with China. I chose to do a diorama of the famous scene in Tiananmen Square. (You know, the one with the man standing in front of the line of tanks?) I bought a model tank and started to put it together. It was my first model, and it was highly complex. That was the most tedious ten hours I've ever spent, but in the end, it was worth it. The tank wasn't pristine by any standards, but I was proud of my efforts. I took it to school and displayed it in the front row of the presentations. The next day, I arrived at school to take my model home. It was in pieces. I haven't created another model since. But the point of this rant is that you did a good job with those characters.

I was somewhat confused by how Origami (the child) came about, though. You say she was newly christened, as if she came out of nowhere. It also seemed like she had no parents, which further contributes to that thought. Did you intend for her to be a mystic entity from nowhere? It was kind of strange, since she went to a school where she was an outcast by choice, if that was indeed the case. That part seemed a little out of place.

Otherwise, though, this was good. I think I saw one or two places where you needed a comma (or something like that), but this was a great work overall. You really did well with this one. Anyway, I look forward to your next piece! Until then!

[LilyPichu]

lol pancake...8D;;? X3~ thanks!

mr pikachu- as usual, your review exceeds my satisfaction. Origami instruction book...lol. I've saw those, attempted to make one, failed. >>;

(Sorry for your model! I hate it when your effort goes to waste. ><) I'm glad originality wasn't much of a problem, since I have the paranoia of thinking someone else used this idea before me. My apologizes if Origami was portrayed a bit vaguely. ^o^; 'Origami' was just a nickname she gave herself, considering it's the art of paper folding originated from Japan. I'm interested in implicit things, rather than just bluntly telling: "Oh, origami is a kid who likes paper folding and she gets teased at school a lot. DId I mention she's an outcast?"

8'D Thank you! ^__^