This is my first fanfic; I got some inspiration both stories that I like, and stories i did not. I hope you give it a shot and enjoy, feel free to critique. I don't have much faith in my writing, but i like to do it simply because i love it.
Ch. 1
Peace is the concept in which all is in harmony. It ensures that conflict and ill-willed enemies can be laid to rest. It was the sun slowly sinking into the horizon, painted with an array of warmth, as illustrated in each variant of color that radiated from it. The breeze aided it, easing its temperamental warmth as it brought shades of violet and indigo into the picture, lulling the sun into balance for the sake of everything else. It shakes the trees loose of their dead appendages so that they can litter the ground with the hope of bringing life in place of their deaths. And though the sun may never see the wind so clearly, it is always there.
People often worked the same. In their pursuit of whatever they deemed a grandeur goal, they often ignored what they had. And often, they would continue into their blind illusion until all that they had was gone. This was a thought that often left her in lament. As she gazed over the land, the buildings, the concentrations of modern life, she sighed and wondered what they all were doing while she separated herself from the world. Her favorite spot was here, on a cliff like hill that stared back at civilization, if only to contrast it. She plucked a dandelion, pausing in a moment of thought until she decided what to wish on it.
She wished to leave this feeling of emptiness behind. With all that had happened up to this point, and all the chaos that threatened to tear apart the people she loved the most, peace seemed like an illusion that never really existed, but in the imagination of hopeful souls. Would it always be this way? She hoped with her heart that it wouldn't; logic suggested otherwise. Yet, she reminded herself that both of those aspects contradicted her. If peace truly did not exist, why would she often come here and find it? It was much more assuring than the headache caused by other people.
At the same time, she did have something to look forward to. An old friend would be returning home tomorrow, after being gone for ten months. Maybe he could help fix things. Or at least instill some discipline into his brother, who had caused this whole mess to begin with. The sting in her heart flared again, as she forced it down. It was not enough to allow to the surface. Even if it was, it would do no good. Her feelings were often ignored or returned with an almost violent detest. They tended to bring out the ugliest in others, and for that she often felt like a pariah. So, self control was her ally, hiding from the world the boiling lava in her heart that lead to an abyss. The abyss that pulled her down.
Tomorrow, he would most likely be caught up in family matters. She was not the only one who missed the stability he always seemed to possess. She also knew that her sister would want to organize something for the occasion. Her sister…
She couldn't be too mad at her. She knew her sister meant her no harm, and she handled the situation with much better grace than others, yet keeping the pain and bitterness at bay was still a chore. She made her choices, and so did he. However, he could be a little more considerate. Even throughout their relationship, she knew that wasn't his strong point, and with that, she worried for her sister. Still, she had to admit, they made more sense together. Even if it hurt. But that didn't matter. The swell of emotion was banging on the doors again. She threw herself back into the grass and exhaled it away. It was still there, in the back of her throat, but relieved.
He had arrived early, hours ago, while everyone believed he was arriving tomorrow. He wanted this, to have enough time to wander around off the grid. It also gave him time to get a few things for a few people. He was still in his dark grey suit. After ten months of business meetings, overlooking construction plans and delegating between competing parties, suits had become alike to camouflage in his mind. The first thing he did once he left the airport was untie his hair that was once very long, but was cut to just underneath his shoulder muscle. He had narrowly averted his brother and his friend, Miroku. Miroku looked a bit annoyed. After that, it was increasingly hard to hide away from those who he knew.
There was one whom he had not spotted. She was no where to be found. He remembered the place she would go to as a child, to be alone. Only once, had she taken him with her. After that, he remembered finding her there, unaware of his presence, in the trees. Even as bright as his hair color and skin was. She never knew that he was there, watching over her.
Just like now. His assumption was confirmed, when he gently weaved between trees to find a silhouette atop the inclined clearing, facing the sun. When she tossed herself back, he froze, wondering if he would be caught today. After a moment, he relaxed. Her expression looked like one that most corpses had; like that of a husk, ready to crumple up and float away. He moved behind a thick tree that he had often perched from, steadily climbing in a mechanical manner that kept her from sensing anything.
From this height, he was able to see her face clearly. Maybe too clearly, if there ever was such a thing. The detached husk broke, indeed, as a tightened discomfort replaced it. He watched as she inhaled deeply and released her breath, a small tear trailing to the side. Questions began to manifest in his mind. He was always fascinated by what he would see when she was here. He knew this was her safe haven, where she escaped and stood back from the world. Of all the people he came in contact with, she was the hardest to read, like an ancient book in secret code. He was fairly good at deducing the inner workings of people and situations, even before it was his job. She had always been like this; preferring to be her own person. As a child, she often kept to herself, at times visibly lost in her thoughts. He watched her, her sister and her little brother sometimes-after he was born, also chaperoning when they went to the movies and other events in their youth. They had all been childhood friends ever since. She was only a year older than her sister, nearly the same age as his brother, but she was individualistic. even if it was passively. She usually had the headphones to her ipod in her ears.
Now she was here, seemingly wrestling with herself briefly before wiping the tear away. He wasn't really one for impulses, but he had one now. Silently he scaled down the tree again, ignoring that he had just climbed upward, and trailed to the point that split their paths. He chose to take hers, already thinking of future repercussions.
It took a few moments, but the raw, volatile cluster that seized her heart subsided. She felt like she had just deactivated a bomb. Her thoughts drifted as she traced the horizon and all the colors in it. She stayed in these thoughts for a few minutes before her ears picked up a noise pattern. She pulled herself up and turned quickly, leaning on her right hand. The arm of her over-sized hoody slinked down her arm like a tunic. She froze as her eyes widened. She had expected it to be her imagination again—as the imagination sometimes messed with anyone's mind from time to time—when her eyes fell onto a real person. One that she had almost not recognized.