It's not over yet
Monochrome Factor
Rating/Pairing: ShiroganexAkira/T (angst)
Time taken: 20mins
I'm not sure what it was that drew me to him. He didn't look or act anything like him, but he caught my eye regardless. Maybe it was the way the sunlight filtered through the window behind him, illuminating the gold highlights in his hair, or the darkness in his eyes as he looked up towards me. He couldn't see me, there was no way…was there? No, no it must just have been my over active imagination that made me think he could pierce the darkness that surrounded me. Flowed through me like water and a sieve.
There wasn't anything special that I could see about the teen. The tattered and worn jeans were loose around his thin hips. A chain clinked as he shifted on the sill, its length dangling enough to curl freely beside him. The black tee shirt was baggy and non-descript, even the off-white short-sleeved over shirt hung limply from his shoulders. I'm not a big fan of jewelry on men. Neither of us ever partook of that luxury, but on him the simple silver rings and the leather cuff on his wrists, the single black cord hanging from his pale neck with its single blood-stained teardrop of wrought copper…it was perfect. He was perfect.
A sudden surge of self-loathing washed across me. What was I doing, ogling someone barely out of junior high when I had to find the one he chose? Turning my back on the striking teen I pushed off from the park entrance only to stop and glance back over at him. He really was striking.
Gasping, my cane clattered to the ground, though of course in Shadow form there was no way he could see either it, or me. Why then was he looking right at me, those eyes of his pinning me to the spot, glowing slightly with a deep blue-gold that caught my breath and made my heart flutter? Why was there a small smirk on his lips as he seemed to look me up and down?
Clutching at my chest I had a flash, quick and bright and harsh of his eyes. Of his lips and pale skin and that indefinable knowing that he always carried with him. Sucking in a ragged breath I tried to capture the moment, to feel his touch and taste and smell again. Something light and good before everything went sideways and stained in bright vermillion.
The memories like the moment were too fleeting though and as I dragged my eyes open again I found myself alone in the park, staring at a blank wall and overcast cloudy window. Was it all a dream? Some vision brought on by stress and anguish or something more? Something tangible that was just on the edges of my mind and heart?
Turning away I cast a forlorn look at the sky just as it split open and cried out it's heartache on me. If shadows could be wet, I would have loved to wallow in its tears. But I couldn't. I had to move on and find his replacement. I had to find my new partner.
Fin.