Mirah's The Dogs of B.A. plus the walk home from school equals this. And I blame school, its all making me so messy, mind-wise. This isn't exactly a drabble but too short to be a oneshot. I don't own anything.
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Speed
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Distance over time.
That was the formula for speed.
In order to understand the basic concept of motion, it is most appropriate to consider the definitions of distance and time. Have a small thought; did they cover the same distance at different times? Or did they cover different distances with the same time? As I am sure, you have all realized by now, there was something missing in the equation. On the other side, we need something to balance it out.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
A swish sounded out, crisp in the copper air.
He tried to measure the meters in between, how many yards were there between him and the dangers of the battle? He tried to estimate the length but he didn't like guessing, he liked cold hard evidence that was real, as real as the numbers working an algorithm through his head. He listened and he watched, his foot touched down on the field before he bolted the other way, black pentacles littered the soil like a childish drawing frail through the years.
Chop! Chop! Chop!
The flash of silver had an aqua shadow.
There, the figure stopped for a moment, maybe it was a second, maybe it was two, or maybe better yet it was 2.5. He enjoyed dissecting something simple, behind that pretty shell, was there something more? Something deliciously complicated that he could swoon over. Or would he just be disappointed as soon as that shell was shed and all that was before him was nothing but a magician's trick. His green eye caught the dull glint, and as soon as he took a snapshot, it was gone, as if it was never there to begin with. If only he had proof other than his naked eye.
Rip! Rip! Rip!
There was a tear in the sky dyed red.
He readjusted the pen in his hand, feeling the cold wooden piece pressing gently over the curves on his fingers. In tiny words, he quickly jotted down little bits of information he has failed to catch from the previous match. The ink scratched across the crumpled piece of paper in neat small printing. As the last word finally soaked into the page, he shoved it in haste to the folds of his pants, rummaging over the black surface for the pocket.
Over! Over! Over!
The warnings panged hurtfully at his head, big red signs with alerts all over.
And he was a blur of black, white, and gray in the sun set red.
The dust and blood settled right where they belong, slowly seeping back into the ground where they will decay and rot until the next rainfall of blood that would reawaken the rage. His footsteps weren't loud but neither were they silent. He made sure the other heard him, but made it clear that no one else could.
His long blade was pointed right at his throat; the silver was still dripping warm with blood.
"Slacker." It tumbled to the tip and sat there, waiting to be interpret.
"You were doing just fine out there, Yuu."
"Che." Another word fell, pushing the previous to the dirt ground.
"I just couldn't find a time to interrupt."
His shoulders shrugged, his grin tilted off to one side and his pen poked into his hip in an accusing manner.
"Were you…" The sentence never finished.
"Hm?"
He shook his head, the blade shuddered, and he started a new sentence.
"You were recording."
It was never a question but a statement waiting to be confirmed.
The pen gave a painful stab.
"Just watching."
Another lie raced past them, sprinting in desperate escape.
It was all just a matter of speed.
And they both caught it, square in the palm.
XXX Kuro
I really liked it. A little insane in a logical way, just like Rabi and Yuu! XD No RK action in this but I just wanted to write some interactions. Review?