Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Chrono Cross?
A/N: ...What can I say? I love Chrono Cross. :Grins: and Zoah deserves more stories.
Hime snorted, "Shut up and write it!"
Yes Ma'am. Oh yeah! It going to be in first person... yay?
Title:
Behind Our Masks
Characters: ZOAH, Karsh, and Marcy
Warnings:
Bad grammar(maybe) and spelling? One curse word. Sweat drop at self
Summary: Zoah muses and wonder when he will get the courage to show
his face.
Words count: 265ish?
Flashbacks
are in italics
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Leaning on the railings of
the S.S Invincible, I stare forlornly at the ocean's water, my black
helmeted reflection stare back at me. I sigh deeply, for I am getting
tired of hiding behind my mask or should I say my helmet? I start to
wonder if I will ever stop hiding behind the it.
I almost laugh as I remember Karsh asking me how I can sleep with the helmet on.
"How in hl can ya sleep with a helmet on?"
I shrugged and answered nonchalantly.
"I GOT USE TO WEARING IT."
Karsh just shook his head in disbelief at me.
"...Sometimes I wonder why you must wear that stupid thing all the time."
I resisted the urge to sigh.
"...THAT IS FOR ME TO KNOW."
"...Bah."
I stare at the
water as I remember a another memory
"Why must you, like, speak so loudly, Zoah?"
I glanced at Marcy.
"MY VOICE ECHOES IN MY HELMET."
Marcy nodded her head.
"Do you ,like, get tired of wearing that helmet?"
I kept my
silence and thought sadly, 'yes...'
I cringe as a painful
memory from my past before I join the dragoons try to resurfaces, I
brutally sent it back to dark corners of my mind.
Staring at the peaceful waters, I wonder if I will ever have the courage to show my face.
Perhaps,someday, I will take off my mask.
No, not perhaps or will. I shall take off my mask someday.
But, for now...
...I shall be a coward and hide behind my mask.
The end or not?
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A/N: ...Hope I didn't steal someone else idea. :Smile:
Does this count as me torturing Zoah?
Hime mumbled,"...Who in the heck knows?"
Update A/N: ...I um... change a few things?