Hola! I wrote this about a year ago. Just a short character sketch. I think. Anyway, Sailor Moon, etc. belong to Queen Naoko and the Corporate Court. Have fun!
Ladymage Samiko ;)
ladymage@mailcity.com
(ps-- 'nada y nadie' is Spanish for 'nothing and nobody.' 'mas'
means 'more.')
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Nada y Nadie
by Ladymage Samiko ;)
walk from school to his apartment. It was the end of the day, the
end of the week. He could afford to take a chair out onto his
balcony and just sit there for a while. He could watch the people go
by, intent on their own little lives and not much else. And that was
the way they could stay, so far as he was concerned. He had no
desire to enter into the stream of faces and emotions that swirled
around other people. It was better to remain aloof,distant. Never
get involved with anyone, anything. Nothing could touch him,
screw with his life the way his parents had. No one could do that
to him again. Nada y nadie.
Sitting on his balcony, sipping some cocoa, he let his mind
travel once more over the little bits and pieces he could remember of
the life he had lived. He didn't mind thinking about it so much
anymore; he had moved on from confusion to sadness to bitterness
and beyond. Now he was merely indifferent. He called to mind
blurred images of a very tall, dark-haired man, whose black eyes
twinkled at him merrily. Next to him was a smaller woman with
light hair caught up loosely on her head and strangely dark,
expressive blue eyes. Funny, that it was the eyes he remembered
most. He hadn't thought he was that observant in the first place.
At the end came the tattered remnants of the last day. He wore the
ballcap he had received for his birthday and begged to go driving.
It had been his favorite thing to do, since the car was a convertable
and they all loved the feel of the wind through their hair.
Smiling, his parents had agreed. Then came the turn--and the
cliff. Yes, Mamoru knew he was responsible for it all. That was
the reason he couldn't be bitter anymore. He had made his choices
and he lived with the consequences. And one of them was to live
alone, with the past behind him, taken out to be observed as one
might observe a new behavioral trait in an animal, but nothing
more. Nada y nadie mas.
In the street below, a girl ran by, swinging her satchel
merrily. Mamoru watched silently as she sprinted ahead of her
friend, then tripped over something to land on her face. He
wondered what it was. A loud wail came from her direction and
Mamoru raised an eyebrow. Such a flagrant, dramatic display.
She was back on her feet by the time her friend was able to catch up
and gave a stretch as she was examined from head to toe by the
clearly exasperated brunette. Tilting her head up, her eyes locked
on the man watching her. He took a sip from his cup as she smiled
and waved before turning back to her friend. The friend began
questioning her frantically. About her smiling at him, he supposed,
though it may have been about what she tripped over, or what
they could do over the weekend. It didn't really matter. As the
two of them continued down the street, his eyes followed for
several moments. Then, with a shrug, he stood up so he might take
his empty cup into the kitchen. Stepping into his apartment, he
turned and closed the glass door firmly against the breeze. Nada y
nadie.