Story Title: A Batch of Fading Skies
Warnings: Mentions of corruptions.
A/N: Well, this is my last story for a few months, guys. I know about the lack of updates, and I know about the lack of stories, but this IS exam month. I need to cram and study - and unfortunately, that means not coming on here for a while. I'm surprised people still read my shit, to be honest. So, without further ado... this random piece of shit I guess I can call a fanfiction.
-A Batch of Fading Skies-
Early morning dew sparkled with the mass intensity of a promise of hope, or the doom of a failed intention.
The line between the two was fine, deadly - and yet, all the more thrilling. Brown shoes firmly on, the soles worn out, but not tired. They pounded along the ground, catching the gentle slaps of water, crashing onto the surface and softly slipping off. A contrast a millennia younger, like time itself, yet older than the caressing nature of the wind.
Yumemi was a girl who, despite wanting everything to go right, could also appreciate the beauty of a falling world. The adept struggles for the will to live, not just survive. The sheer willpower of those who, in spite of the hardships, could still govern a happy smile to those they held close, and those they kept at a distance.
She had waited for her world to crash down.
The laps of the seas would not allow her vision to become blurred, to drown in her own self-pity and loathing. She had a purpose to the world, abandoning the rosemary umbrella that had entwined itself with her ivory hands, her chubby palms often becoming red and sore from holding the handle. It shielded her from the view, but not the pain.
The future isn't set in stone, yet! You will never be able to save anything if you throw the spirits of others away! I...I want to live on, with Ichiko and Suzume, and my family! I will protect it! I will absolutely protect it!
Strong words. Mature words. Beautiful words.
The trains weren't as loud today, or perhaps Yumemi had just tuned the sound out with her thoughts. The words that bound two words together, along with the innocent brush of fingers, one callous and scarred, the other dainty and delicate. The hand of a child, minus the immaturity. She opened her own encased fingers, to a flat, clean slate. Small scars flecked the bottom of her fingers, but the rest remained cleansed of any doubts.
Her eyes were bright, jaded with the dreamy state she had been famed for. Space cadet? If that meant her head was in the clouds, then she had literally been there. Her eyes were vacant. Her eyes were clouded. Her eyes were able to see what others chose to ignore. That was something he had once told her.
He?
He was the wind in her hair, causing the locks to caress her face.
He was the perk in her pale lips, making her eyes shine brighter.
He was the one wrapping her arms around her, being the red ribbon tied around her fingers. The crimson strings that continued to pull at her heart, being the catalyst in her limbs shaking, and yet stay in control at the same time.
Munto was the gate in the walls, showing her the places she had never been. Her home, her potential, her belief.
"It has been far too long, Yumemi."
She had never faltered, never changed. Only developed into a better person, with a positive outlook on humanity, life, and herself. And he could assure her; not even the shaping clouds could change what she was to him.
"I've missed you, Munto."
And yet, two world that had collided, were just beginning to coexist. Perhaps, they always had...
...half the fun, was finding out.
A/N: I liked some of the lines, but this is a 'meh' piece. If you don't get the general consensus, Munto has arrived back. From where? When? Are he and Yumemi already together? :) Half the fun is finding out.