Blue Moon By Carol A. Edwards aka Eternal Spark

Disclaimer: I know...I know they're not mine!! GRUMBLE. You don't have to keep reminding me. Warning: Shounen Ai-Yaoi. That's all I'm going to give away Archive: Yes but ask first. That is the proper way to do things. Pairing: Would you believe me if I tried to explain? Didn't think so. Comments: eternalspark4662@yahoo.com or dreamerisle@yahoo.com

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It is said that when the radiance of the moon is full in the sky, strange occurrences happen on the planet. Phases...the different faces of the silver goddess following the order predestined before time. People have always looked upon the moon for inspiration. Shakespeare compared it to "a silver bow new but in heaven" while Percy Bysshe Shelley described it as "that of bed maiden, with white fire laden, whom mortal call the moon..." Everyone has his or her own personal insights on that lonely satellite orbiting around our world, and yet...that is what makes us human. As human beings, we have the right to dream and believe in the supernatural and there is always the fear of the unknown: the vast magic of a flow as unpredictable as the flow of water after a rainstorm.

Ah man. Now I seem to be going off topic. Let me begin again...

The moon.

How can I describe such a beautiful thing? Maybe I should try explaining my thoughts in terms of a lover...that should be better. Yeah.I already know what you're thinking. I'm a great big hentai through and through but who can blame me. I'm in love with the most stubborn, exasperating person I know. Him and that damn honor! He's not the only one with honor. Street rats have honor! We also have honor and by the code of the street, it's survival of the fittest. That's right! Where I came from it was steal or die. You can blame that damn government because they made sure of that.

I don't know how I came to care for that dark-haired dope, but it must have begun that night. I can remember it so clearly as if it was a book and I was only flipping back the pages. It was only six months ago. It was such a bizarre night. That was when he tiptoed as usual into the safe house but it was that dreaded night of the storm. This was the type of storm you see in horror movies where the victims never suspect the killer is outside your bedroom door...living among you.

Maybe my mind was reeling insane thoughts because I couldn't sleep. Storms have a way of stirring up the past and each crack of lightening only flashes the inevitable sparks of remembrance. I had to get out of that room. Throwing my stuff panther underneath my pillow, the only thing left of my childhood, my feet landed on the carpeted floor.

Mmmnnn..

The rough feel of those ebony cords of thread tickling against my toes, forcefully sending shivers up my spine. Quatre knows I love the color black. I don't know why, but it has always been that way. Maybe it was a way of reflecting the way I felt inside behind my facade...behind my ever present smile...or maybe its because while everyone looks at life in colors, my heart developed into two sides...black or white...wrong or right...the hidden turmoil of my soul. I sighed, not wanting to be so melancholy but as I said...the storm does this to me. I didn't have time to fix my hair, feeling my silky length cascade around me as my steps lead me to the door.

The house is still filled with a heavenly scent from the lovely dinner we had as I found myself approaching the kitchen. I don't want soup. I'm feeling the need for something more filling. Ah...Quatre's chicken potpie is still there on the counter, looking so good and warm. The crust was so soft and airy and just the right amount of crunchy to sop with the gravy. My mouth is watering just thinking about pieces of chicken, carrots and potatoes. This was the type of food that gave you a sense of home. Poor thing...Poppa Duo knows just what to do with ya! Sigh...Boy! Can that boy cook. I wonder who taught him. All these servants and he can outdo them all. I need to watch him sometime...just to improve myself. Who am I kidding? I suck. I even burn water. I still don't know how that could happen.

Oh yeah! I was running off with my mouth with Heero again...trying to get his attention...trying to get him to look at me. Sigh.

Oh well.

Removing the ceramic bowl out of the fridge, I place it on the table and scooping some of the heavenly concoction into a heating plate. Mmmmnnn....potatoes, carrots, yellow onions and chicken seem to dance towards me as heaven embraced Quatre's kitchen. Locks of my hair fall into my face and I blow them out of the way in annoyance. I know this may sound sick but I think hair turns me on...because sometimes...when I'm alone...lying in my bed...against those jet-black satin sheets, the slightest touch of my hair against my skin caresses me into endless fantasies.

I can feel him touching me. I can feel him running his course digits through my scalp with the pressure of each digit pressing lightly into my skull, pushing imaginary buttons into the rest of my body. I am his puppet.he has complete control of me. Each bronze wisp from my head...each chestnut strand, touching just the right place...

My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens quietly. Soggy footsteps enter into the room, so softly I barely hear them if not for my keen senses. The back door closes sharply, the wind blowing it shut hard.

Drip....

Drip...

He's here.