Disclaimer: >has taken a vow of silence>
Dustbunny: Hello! Please don't kill me for writing this without updating stuff! It's just a one-shot!
Yusuke: A lame one-shot.
Marshmallow: It's not so bad... Moving on!
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The sun is setting quickly beneath the horizon. In its wake the sky paints a portrait of vibrant colors. Among those on the pallet are red, purple, orange and gold. Deep blue is beginning to blanket the masterpiece for another time. Tiny stars dot the covering, highlighting a beautiful full moon that has already appeared. The air is crisp and clear, promising a gorgeous night. It means nothing to my eyes. I sit alone amidst the swirl of the twilight, unseen and unbothered. I look down upon the bright lights of the city and wonder how long it will be before my next assignment is handed to me from the shadows. On beautiful nights like this one there is little doubt it will happen.
I suppose those who know me would be surprised at my melancholy attitude. They would expect me to say something gushy and cliché about the romance in the air. Well, that suits me fine. I would prefer for them to think just that. Having people know how mediocre I am inside is nothing but a burden. I found that out long ago and put the knowledge to good use. No one would suspect what I really think of the starry night and I would be lying if I said the thought upset me.
I suppose they might think that I act bubbly and perky like I do to stay sane. Maybe they think I fell into the habit as a way to help my clients move on. But they would be wrong to say so. I act as I do for me, to throw them off and keep my space. When I first let on how I truly felt all those millennia ago I found out the reaction. I was discouraged by the number of deaths, by how many of them were handed out by others. I let on that it pushed me into depression.
After awhile I saw the looks, the eyes always trained on me. They were waiting for me to break. I never got a moment alone lest I take a dive and do something drastic. I could simply not take the way they acted towards me, how they invaded upon my space. So I got wise. I started acting the way I was supposed to, taking everything in stride. I mourned but did not dwell on what went happened. It was the right way to go; the looks stopped. I was free to be by myself with my thoughts as I am now.
As I ride close to the skyline I see shop keepers putting up a variety of things in their windows. Part of the purpose is to advertise, but there is more to the trade than that. With nothing sticking to or hanging from it a window is just a window. The eye is not always the easiest organ to please. It must be met with an array of interesting items. But there is more still. Perhaps the window is cracked or disfigured, but no one cares as long as they see something pretty. What lay beyond plays no key as long as the front is attractive. After all, if the display is catching then why should the inside be any different? And so the deception goes unnoticed except by those who know the trade.
I know the trade and am a master at it. My windows show nothing but the loveliest merchandise and not a soul thinks to put what it hides from view to question.
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Dustbunny: Um, yeah. What that basically refers to is the old saying or whatever that eyes are the windows to the soul.
Bunnydust: Well, at least they have some idea of what's going on.
Botan: I... disagree...
Marshmallow: Umm... review, please! nn