A
A/N -
I have the attention span of a gnat. I
procrastinate from other forms of procrastination.
However, all one must do to get me to write is to pressure me into it. Luckily, not too many people are interested in my stories,
*whew* I can keep being procrastination queeeeeeen.
Anyway, as you can see, Luna Sea is the only thing that gets me to shed
my slackerness. (Is that even a
real word?) So here's "kono
sekai no hate de" much D/G abounds. Of
course how this works post-mortem you must discover for yourself...
Disclaimer
- Luna Sea, J.K.Rowlings. Owners of
all you survey. I think there was
probably a time when I once had very very serious disclaimers but that was many
moons ago. When the green fox was
in the sky and the blue hare swallowed the silent treeses.
-
kono
sekai no hate de
{At the End of This World}
Part 1
- yawaraka na hi {gentle sunlight}
-
yawaraka
na hi umareta bakari tsutsumareru mama nanimo mienai
Barely
born in the gentle sunlight, still wrapped up and unable to see anything...
-
She
drifted. For the eternity of a
second, in a moment of eternity... Don't want to leave, she murmured to herself.
The light was dim and warm, with a faint reassuring pulse that ran just below
her conscious perception. Red-latticed
pale shell pink.
Red
pressed against the backs of her eyelids, suddenly the dimness was not so
reassuring, the warmth was not so kind. But
that wasn't right, this was how it was supposed to be wasn't it?
How it'd always been hadn't it?
Nononono,
not gonna remember, not like this... her mind shivered with fear, grabbed at
other memories, trying to scab over the memory of that other time.
Chocolate
icecream on a hot summer's day; featherlight touch of winter's first snow; dry,
pleasant, rustle of autumn's leaves crackling under bare soles; the coolness of
emerald green grass...
Green...?
Emerald green? Her mind
shied away from that thought as well.
Except,
they were just words, weren't they? What
was green? What did it look like? Her
mind stretched for an answer. It
came back triumphantly, not red! Green was not red.
But what about those other things? Also
not red her mind told her. Not
enough! She twisted about,
frustrated. Not... warm?
Her mind ventured tentatively.
Yes
yes, she felt this time she was getting somewhere.
This
time? Were there other times?
Her mind tasted the word. Time?
she howled it with frustration, of course she knew the word.
"Be on time!" "I
don't have time for this!" "Come
on, we'll never make it there on time!"
I know
it don't I? She could feel the
edges of her thought unravelling as it struggled with the concept.
She discarded this thought as well.
Puzzled,
she thought, who is this I? Struggled
with the concept of singleness. If
there is I... then everthing else is not I.
How can this be? She
shivered with sudden loneliness, she was I and the rest... the rest was not.
So she
settled for the comfort of redness. So
simply there. Drifted, basked in the red veined warmth.
Red like apples, like blushes, like hair...
Wait!
Her mind garbled with panic. Red's
not like that, why does it look different?!
How can these all be red?! Golden
glints across red strands, heated warmth of blushes, cool blue toned deep red
apple skins...
A lie!
she screamed. Untrue...
untrue... her mind sobbed. Not red,
not warm, notnotnot. If it's not,
how can it be an is?
Suddenly,
a harsh, dark voice, brown-black with violence.
She
could feel the mauve dark bruises that blossomed under its touch, the lividness
created by its pressure. "You're nothing, Weasley.
Less than nothing. But I too
can be kind. Because you woke me...
so you will be the first to sleep. I
will give you that kindness."
Oh
God, Ginny thought to herself. What
have I done?
-
to be
continued...
