By Mihoko
I don't own SM or GW. Ja!
Walking down the tiring street, soft violet eyes looked ahead. A gentile smile playing upon pink lips as images of times lost played through the mind. Short, shoulder length hair raged about the pale silk skinned face as the wind blew sharply. In front of the violet purple eyes a thousand scenes played ahead. Children running swiftly away from a man with a pink apron on. A little boy gripping tightly to a tiny girl's hand. Slowly the eyes closed, as the images began to fade into reality. They opened to look at the white colored sky as small taciturn snowdrifts blew around the lonely street. "Why?" A soft voice whispered, sticking out a hand to catch one of the tiny snowflakes. It melted at the contact of the heated flesh. "Why does your image still hurt?" A tear trickled down the soft features of the girl's right cheek. "Key…" Came the whisper as the girl turned, looking one last time upon the white and dark clouded sky.
Elsewhere
A brown haired man sneezed lightly twice. He glanced out the window at the clouded sky, then back at the annoying blonde who was chattering about peace. "Maybe someone's talking about you, Duo…" Quatre' stated playfully. Duo looked upon the sidewalk through the clear window. "I doubt it, Q.' He told the male. "I doubt it." Duo 's long brown hair fell over one shoulder as images began to flicker in his mind's eye. A sweet laughing raven hair child gripped his hand tightly, pulling him toward the hidden part of the ally. Then he was running, hands holding the child's hand as he tugged her toward the safety of their hang out. The last image was that of the children tugging upon the black skirt of a pale faced nun, scaring the daylights out of the lady. Why did you have to die? He thought privately to himself…
Standing by the gateway of time, a green haired woman smiled softly. "Soon, my children…soon all shall be mended…" She whispered, ruby eyes a twinkle with gentile love and laughter. "Soon…" The voice faded into the shadows of time, as another image played before her in the red globe in front of her. Glowing brightly, the small smile faded as she began her trickery.
Young man stopped hearing alarms go on behind him. A cruel, twisted smile graced his lips, knowing that the police and security would never again see their treasured ruby crown. He was a master thief. His black raven hair just touched above his chin, violet purple eyes twinkling with happiness of success and laughter at the stupidity of guards. Soon, I will have enough money… The man thought. To find you Key. And kill you for her…. For all you did to her! His mind yelled. Soon, time was just a matter of patience that he needs to hold. He was after all, Solo Maxwell and it was just a matter of time.
TBC….