The
Color is Wrong
"3...2...1..."
Ignorance counts down
its lifetime in years, little by little. It falls away with each
landmark and slowly is left behind in the Death Valley of the mind.
Its memory joins it.
His imaginery friend lost, Daisuke turns,
grace gone, stolen by the art theif himself.
"Say
it."
Little words, little dreams, lost with the serpentine
silk of friction, for reality may become a dream and life may become
a myth. It is said that to live one must have come from
another.
"Now?"
Two souls connect and stars fall
from the sky. Make a wish... Don't expect it to come true. How
could it when no one can understand the notion?
"Penny for
your thoughts?"
Black wings are the arms of Ravens. Ravens,
the messengers of Death. Yet Death would not come to
them...
Callouses across pale skin, callouses that cover skin.
Skin that covers flesh and bone. Flesh and bone that flows with
blood, rivulets forming and swallowing a certain memory in a distant
valley. The Death Valley...
"Will you agree?"
Consent
on the basis of loss. Yet what loss was it? Must find the
rivulets...
Scratches, cries, pleading...Angelic light
destroyed...Can a bird fly with the wrong wings? The color was all
wrong...
"Only us."
Blue and purple fade, screaming
and singing their words of wise nonsense. May they
follow...?
Angelic white against the darkness of night.
Beneath lies a tamed fire, all visions of purple gone, gone with
ignorance. Rivulets...
"Forget..."
Forget what?
Fogged eyes turn puzzled, staring up and seeing light. Forget
what?
A smile. Malicious and sincere. Forget...
"One
without the other-"
Rivulets. Rivulets with a silver gleam.
Silver that has hidden. Forget what?
Bodies connect, lips and
teeth devour. Foget what? Rivulets...
"Zero..."
Ignorance
disappears, and light prevails. All of the rivulets-
"Stay."
And
he does. Because he doesn't remember. Because purple is
gone...
"Mine."
Lips press against lips. He agrees.
Because the rivulets cover the valley and he cannot see.
But
he can feel. He can feel gentle hands turn rough and beauty deceives
and hurts. He smiles in angelic arms.
"Yours."
Blue
on one side, purple on the other. Two souls enrapture as freedom
stakes its claims. Black Ravens fall.
Flame and Light connect.
Stars fall from the sky...
And rivulets drench his form as
light empowers him, rivulets that hide those that are already
forgotten.
Forgotten what?
END
A little strange,
I know. But I did warn you, didn't I?
Take this story any
way you like. Review if you want. Criticise if you feel the need. All
I ask is if you do either, to tell me what you got out of this story.
I'm kind of interested...
I won't continue this fic. I'll
make more, but, if they are like this, they will most likely be
one-shots or two parts. Just so you know...
