A short RanXGin Oneshot.
Disclaimer: I do not own
Underneath the dark midnight, never-changing sky of Hueco Mundo, there stood a tall, lean man with silver hair stood, still as a rock. He looked up into the sky, a mocking smile on his face, as always. His silver hair blew gently with the chilling breeze. The breeze did nothing to move the man into safety, away from the chilling cold.
It was at moments like these where the young man wondered what he was doing here, in such a cold place where even the inanimate objects didn't welcome him. The wind… the sand… He was unwelcome in such a foreign land. He knew that it would happen, in fact, he expected it.
And it was when he felt so lonely, that he felt the need to exit the grand palace of Los Noches, and needed to stare at the beautiful, round moon that hung silently in the air. It was the only sign of life to him.
The only sign of life that comforted him, the fact that he knew that another person would be staring at it, though worlds away.
She was a beautiful women who's beauty could be the tales of wonder and legend. Her golden hair was brighter than the sun, but gentle as the moon's shining grace. Her wide, innocent cerulean eyes were like lapis lazuli. They shone brightly with strength and inner fire. She stood tall and proud, a voluptuous beauty that no man could say no to.
And he hated to take that all away.
He hated to make her a wilting chrysanthemum. However, he was willing to make her wilt if it meant that she'd still live, a broken china doll.
He hated to see the look of betrayal in her eyes when he left her that day – he hated the look of fear in her eyes, as common sense washed over, warning her that the man was stronger than her, and though she never had the need to fear him before, she did now.
He hated to see her shoulders slump in defeat as he was carried above her, into a never-ending black hole.
He hated to see the tears gather in her beautiful eyes that shone with sadness.
He hated to see her clutch onto him, like he was her last hope, when really, he was the one clutching, afraid to let go and jump into the darkness.
But he still jumped out into the darkness and the unknown, willing to die for the beautiful chrysanthemum.
He was not afraid to love her.
Fin. Reviews are welcome, flames are not.