Chasing Shadows
Declaimer: I do not own Chobits
is thoughts/ narration
Prologue: Ivory Roses
It seemed not too long ago
In the dead of night a lone figure stands within the inner sanctum of a graveyard, tombstones stacked almost on top of one another; some large, some small, some with long sonnets singing the praises of the saints, or those who at least had the appearances of a saint, engraved in the stones. The marker the enigma stood in front of was quite plain compared to many of the others just a very simple rose pattern the only inscription was the name, birth and death date, nothing adorned the face of the dull stone as of yet. I was "happy". In a sense I think we both were happy. But not for the same reasons, I was happy to be near her, while she was content living her life oblivious to me. I had become the adoring shadow never leaving her side even unto death. I wait here. for what I don't know yet, so still I wait. A light autumn wind picks up blowing dried leaves across the pavement rustling the figure's white hair revealing two slightly odd pointed ears before settling back to cover them up again.
Slowly the figure moves to brush the top of the tombstone with long delicate fingers, gently tracing the name Kari Soya but the soft hand transformed into a fist pounded against the unyielding stone.
If only she could have seen, if I could have shown her better at how much I loved her. But maybe theses ifs are futile arguments since no one, not even our "creators" believe that "we" can feel emotion let alone feel emotions so strongly. I love my mistress, no more than love, it is divine madness! And now she's.gone. Many say she had lived a ripe old age, but what do they know! They are not "immortal" for as long as there is a world, electricity, and programming I shall live forever, so what do humans know of "age" of "time".
I have to admit though; they do know one thing, they know about the one concept that I have yet to grasp, death. They don't understand it even though there are many that claim to, but they know it is their fate, some accept the inevitable with grace and dignity like my mistress did. I don't understand though, why would she want to leave me? Even if she never loved me as deeply as I did for her, didn't she at the very least care enough about me to want to stay with me?
The figure slowly kneels down to the ground eyes of ice blue staring at the grave stone before closing, Oh ye fickle and foolish man, have you yet to see the God that you have created to walk among men? As the figure turns to leave a dozen white roses are scattered over the grave with an added inscription, "Beloved"
Notes: So what do you think? Whither you like it or hate it please send me input and tell me if you want me to continue this as a chaptered fic or not. So until next time see ya.
Prologue: Ivory Roses
It seemed not too long ago
In the dead of night a lone figure stands within the inner sanctum of a graveyard, tombstones stacked almost on top of one another; some large, some small, some with long sonnets singing the praises of the saints, or those who at least had the appearances of a saint, engraved in the stones. The marker the enigma stood in front of was quite plain compared to many of the others just a very simple rose pattern the only inscription was the name, birth and death date, nothing adorned the face of the dull stone as of yet. I was "happy". In a sense I think we both were happy. But not for the same reasons, I was happy to be near her, while she was content living her life oblivious to me. I had become the adoring shadow never leaving her side even unto death. I wait here. for what I don't know yet, so still I wait. A light autumn wind picks up blowing dried leaves across the pavement rustling the figure's white hair revealing two slightly odd pointed ears before settling back to cover them up again.
Slowly the figure moves to brush the top of the tombstone with long delicate fingers, gently tracing the name Kari Soya but the soft hand transformed into a fist pounded against the unyielding stone.
If only she could have seen, if I could have shown her better at how much I loved her. But maybe theses ifs are futile arguments since no one, not even our "creators" believe that "we" can feel emotion let alone feel emotions so strongly. I love my mistress, no more than love, it is divine madness! And now she's.gone. Many say she had lived a ripe old age, but what do they know! They are not "immortal" for as long as there is a world, electricity, and programming I shall live forever, so what do humans know of "age" of "time".
I have to admit though; they do know one thing, they know about the one concept that I have yet to grasp, death. They don't understand it even though there are many that claim to, but they know it is their fate, some accept the inevitable with grace and dignity like my mistress did. I don't understand though, why would she want to leave me? Even if she never loved me as deeply as I did for her, didn't she at the very least care enough about me to want to stay with me?
The figure slowly kneels down to the ground eyes of ice blue staring at the grave stone before closing, Oh ye fickle and foolish man, have you yet to see the God that you have created to walk among men? As the figure turns to leave a dozen white roses are scattered over the grave with an added inscription, "Beloved"
Notes: So what do you think? Whither you like it or hate it please send me input and tell me if you want me to continue this as a chaptered fic or not. So until next time see ya.