O.o This will probably turn out rather differently that my other stories
(not that I have many to compare it to). There will be weirdness going on,
but hopefully it won't become too confusing. Yaoi will come in later
chapters. ACK! I still don't know what to rate it...
As a side note, I'm still working on Crayon Maps for those of you who are wondering - but it's on my other computer T_T.
Disclaimer - Although the writing is all mine, the characters are not.
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Fade - A Lifetime Misplaced
"Phase Zero - Prelude"
Within the quiet solitude of the moonlit room the world seemed so peaceful. Everything was exposed by the single, large window: the stars shimmering upon their dark blanket, the city lights flickering all the way out to the horizon, the cars splashing brief lines upon the warm city streets. All of it was oddly beautiful and awe inspiring - as if the world felt the need to make people bend to it's power. As if it felt the need to remind people on a daily basis that they are inferior and worthless when compared to reality. It was an unseen power that everyone gave in to on a daily basis. Well. Almost everyone. A man sat in a plush chair staring at that world. The unknowing world. The manipulative world. He would never bend to it's power; he carved his own paths.
A sleek, polished desk reflected the pale moonlight onto the man's face. He was smiling as he watched the sleepy city. The glow cast upon his cheeks radiated with a chilling tint of pale blue, and his eyes were nothing more than dark orbs which provided an arrogant higher-than-thou aura.
Was he evil? Probably not. The line between good and bad is so blurred that it becomes nothing more than a matter of perception. Only the foolish would draw a dividing line. He was ambitious. He did everything in his power to obtain his goals. How can that be evil? Really, evil is all in how you see it. But then again, people will always say their side is the better. It's human nature.
Without taking his eyes off the flickering lights, he spoke in a low voice. "Are you ready?"
The sound spun through the room, shifting the silence until another voice replied - a man's voice - in a deep and resolved tone. "Yes sir. It will be done tomorrow."
The smile broadened. "Good. Proceed as planned."
As a side note, I'm still working on Crayon Maps for those of you who are wondering - but it's on my other computer T_T.
Disclaimer - Although the writing is all mine, the characters are not.
-------
Fade - A Lifetime Misplaced
"Phase Zero - Prelude"
Within the quiet solitude of the moonlit room the world seemed so peaceful. Everything was exposed by the single, large window: the stars shimmering upon their dark blanket, the city lights flickering all the way out to the horizon, the cars splashing brief lines upon the warm city streets. All of it was oddly beautiful and awe inspiring - as if the world felt the need to make people bend to it's power. As if it felt the need to remind people on a daily basis that they are inferior and worthless when compared to reality. It was an unseen power that everyone gave in to on a daily basis. Well. Almost everyone. A man sat in a plush chair staring at that world. The unknowing world. The manipulative world. He would never bend to it's power; he carved his own paths.
A sleek, polished desk reflected the pale moonlight onto the man's face. He was smiling as he watched the sleepy city. The glow cast upon his cheeks radiated with a chilling tint of pale blue, and his eyes were nothing more than dark orbs which provided an arrogant higher-than-thou aura.
Was he evil? Probably not. The line between good and bad is so blurred that it becomes nothing more than a matter of perception. Only the foolish would draw a dividing line. He was ambitious. He did everything in his power to obtain his goals. How can that be evil? Really, evil is all in how you see it. But then again, people will always say their side is the better. It's human nature.
Without taking his eyes off the flickering lights, he spoke in a low voice. "Are you ready?"
The sound spun through the room, shifting the silence until another voice replied - a man's voice - in a deep and resolved tone. "Yes sir. It will be done tomorrow."
The smile broadened. "Good. Proceed as planned."