Disclaimer: I am sorry to say that all my begging has gotten me nowhere. I still do not own Weiss Kreuz. TT
Circles of Time
The narrow alleyway was littered with refuse. Mostly scraps of leftover food which had been thrown out by either the night club which bordered the alley to the left, or the run down bar to the right. In the thick, muggy heat it undoubtedly stunk terribly. Not that it could smell it, or anything really, but that was only to be expected of something that wasn't actually there. It could not smell or touch anything. Even emotions and the noise of its own thoughts were muted in this form. It did not need them. Now it waas nothing but a watcher, a formless presence searchin for the pieces and patterns to a puzzles that should have been solved a lifetime ago.
SLAM
thump
There. The presence willed itself a few feet to the left and watched the youth pick himself up from where he had just been shoved through the side door of the nightclub. The presence studied the boy closely in the little light produced from the old streetlamp across the street and half a block away. Thick, mussed dark hair which fell in a wild tangle half way to his waist spilled over ghostly pale shoulders, obscuring an almost delicate face. A small, willowy body that could not have been more than twelve years old was almost dressed in an assortment of shiny black leather and criss-crossing straps that did more to frame tantalizing bits of ivory skin than to offer actual clothing.
With a a wince of pain and a muffled curse snarled out in a language that the presence should not have understood, the youth pulled himself up and more fully into the uncertain light. Weak, yellow beams revealed a mane of shining flame, flames which seemed to dance, catching the dirty light in fast, brilliant flashes as the boy roughly shoved his hair back from his face and turned sharp, acid green eyes to look suspiciously around the alley.
The boy's gaze stopped where the presence was, or at least where it would have been had it actually been there. Obvious confusion showed on the boy's face as he tried to pinpoint just what was so unnerving unnerving about that spot. The presence felt a rising sense of muted satisfaction at the proof of his theory. The youth was not yet fully awakened, but it was happening, already, even now it was happening.
The satisfaction turned into vague irritation as a large, bulky, and obviously drunk man staggered through the still open doors and reached out to drag the boy over to him and shove him roughly back to his knees. There was the sound of paper hitting pavement as the big man tossed a small wad of money onto the ground next to the boy.
"Make it quick brat," the old man grated out in a rasping, drunken slur. "Mah girlfrien's gonna be here in twenny minutes."
The boy, having put aside his strange feelings for later contemplation, seemed to be seriously considering simply taking the money and making a run for it.Thoughts of escape were quickly shot down as the grabbed a fistful of thick, silky hair and dragged the boy's head back until angry emerald eyes met his own.
"Don' even think aboud it little whore." the man said with a greasy smirk, alcohol slurring his words. "Just do what yer tol' an' maybe I won' hurd yeh to bad."
Not bothering to hide the utter disgust on his face, the boy reached toward the fastenings of the man's pants, and with a vicious snarl tugged them open bending his head to get the job over with as quickly as possible.
"Aaaahhhhh. Tha's it." murmured the old man, as he tangled his hands in thick silken hair.
Through all this, the irritation of the presence had been rising until finally it had evolved into a homicidal rage.
'How dare he!' It thought murderously. 'How dare he touch what is mine!'
Abruptly, the vision of the kneeling boy and his customer began to break apart. The shattered pieces dissolving and flowing together as a ripple went through the very fabric of reality. No! Not yet! Not now! But it had been to long. It, no he, he had been gone to long, stretched to far. His own ingrained training and survival instincts were dragging him back.
Streets and then cities and then countries began to run together. Miles and miles of ocean blue. All of it tangled up with the very flow of time itself. One great writhing manifestation of true chaos, before all returned to darkness.
