Hmmm... Yes, this is my newest fic. As some of you can probably tell, most
of my fics I've given up on, but I like this one. It's going to be a dark
type fic, thus the beginning.
It's going to be the story of a girl, a girl without a name, whose life changes drastically within one day. Her entire life will be a living hell, but will she accept the comfort of one boy who has seen all that she has? Will she accept a partnership needed to save not only herself, but the future of all Earth's inhabitants?
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Silence is My Curse
Chapter 1: The day my life changed.
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Dark. That's the only thing that's been in my mind for who knows how long. Dark. The only thing keeping me company in the shell I've been encased in. It's all I've been able see. All I could hear, or smell. It's covered me, wrapping me in its cold, unwelcoming arms until I cried for forgiveness for anything I may have done to bring me to this living hell.
All around me is stone, cold, wet stone that's stood for hundreds of years, holding others like me until they died of madness. I suppose that's what's to happen to me. I'll stay down here, alone, without hardly any food or water, without anyone to hold me in my final moments before I die. Yes. I'll die. I know it. I'll die, and without anyone to mourn for me. After all, who would? They thought I was dead long ago.
I don't know how long I've been here. In the darkness it's impossible to tell day from night. The only light that reaches into here is light that makes it through the crack in the window where my food is delivered. Well, what food I get. They feed me only one meal each day, which is the only way I get a clue as to what time it is. No one would feed me at nighttime. Who would want to wake up only to feed a dying prisoner? So I wait. I wait for my food. When I get the few slices of bread, I devour it, and then sleep.
I don't like to sleep anymore. I used to, sleeping used to be my favorite thing to do. I remember all the dreams I used to have, of playing in the sun in the fields. Of laughter, and happiness. Those are all in the past now. Now my dreams are nightmares, filled with the horrors I saw when I was captured. They're filled with betrayal, war, and death. Filled with horrible things, things no one should ever have to see. Except me. I saw them, and now I pay a price I never wanted to pay.
I hear a clanking and look up. Light streams in from the door where a hand holds a tray with my food on it. I run over and snatch it out of his hands before he can drop it and leave. I eye my food, then look up again, and take in as much light as possible until they close the food window again.
The guard meets my eye, and I see a flash of sympathy in his eyes. Reluctantly he closes it again and walks off. I run back over to the wall and sit down, leaning against it as I stuff my starving stomach with bread. I noticed that I have three slices today. Hm. I'm lucky. Normally I only get two slices. They must have been feeling generous today. I don't complain, instead I eat.
Within minutes I'm finished. I eye the empty plate, and then push the tray over to the door where they can retrieve it later. I lie down and curl up into a ball, trying to cover myself with what's left of the clothes that I wore when I was taken. Now they are in tatters, ripped in many places, barely covering me. I watch as water fills the cracks in the stone and flows toward the same destination as always. I don't know where the water is going, but it never fails to follow its original path.
Just as my eyes begin to close, sleep on it's way, a loud explosion fills my ears as the prison I am held in shakes and rumbles. The thick wooden door is suddenly blown off it's hinges, landing on top of me.
As I struggle to remove the door, I hear footsteps and see a figure run past the doorway. Moments later more figures run past, and I recognize these as the soldiers who confined me in this living hell. They run past without even looking to see if I am still here. I wouldn't still be here if the door hadn't fallen on me, but even then I don't think that I would be strong enough to make it out alive. Weeks with little food has taken it's toll. Now I am hardly strong enough to walk to the doorway to get my food.
I have managed to crawl most of the way out, but my legs are still stuck. The door is definitely too heavy for me to lift, even if I wasn't half starved. I know I have to find a way out, because now everyone is too occupied to notice my disappearance. But soon, they will come check on their prisoners and fix the damage.
I notice footsteps again, but this time they are coming the opposite way, towards the explosion. It's just one person, and they are in a really big hurry. I listen to them rush past, but instead of continuing, they halt, and then walk towards my doorway. A face looks in, eyes curious but serious. I see that familiar flash of sympathy, and then the boy runs in, helps me from under the door, and then picks me up, cradling me in his arms. Quickly he runs out of my cell, then down the hallway.
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Duo's POV
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Damn. I am so soft. I was sent on a mission, to infiltrate an OZ fortress, grab some information, then get out of there alive. Easy, right? Everything was going fine. I had the guards confused out of their socks, the soldiers running in circles, and the disk containing everything I needed to know. Then I'm running down the halls, so close to the exit that my explosion had made, when I glance into a cell and see a girl stuck under a door.
I couldn't just leave her there, that's not my style. She's dirty and so thin I can see her bones through her skin, even through all the dirt, and stuck just when she had a chance to escape. So the next thing I know, she's in my arms and I'm running the remaining distance to freedom. It's not very hard, she's so small and light that I hardly notice her weight.
I let out a whoop as I reach fresh air, and look down at the girl. She'd smiling too. Her tired eyes are laughing with me when she realizes I've gotten us out. I then run through the snow to Deathscythe. As I reach its feet, 02 flares to life. I throw the girl over my shoulder, and then climb up it to the cockpit. I climb inside, then set the girl into my lap and strap us in. Quickly I begin setting the controls to lift off.
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I was startled when this boy grabbed me, picked me up, and then ran off with me, but he holds me close as he runs, so I just settled as he ran and tried to be as little trouble as possible. I'm really not that scared with him. For some reason, I feel safe in his arms, and a feeling of security overwhelms my panic. He has confidence radiating from him, as if he has so much that he couldn't hold it all. Slowly I feel it seep into me, and I trust this boy. I trust him to get us both out alive, even though I don't know him.
I look at him as he runs. His face is strong, with bright big teal eyes and long, flowing brown hair tied into a braid down his back. He's sweating, and I know it isn't from exertion, but from concentration.
He watches his path as he runs, amazingly never stumbling over any obstacles on the floor. His eyes stare intently, then sudden they light up and he let out a loud yell. I try to figure out what he's yelling about. He doesn't look hurt or in pain. Then I see it. We're outside.
Outside. I haven't been outside for weeks. Maybe even months. It's always been inside. I've lived inside, inside the strange building I was taken to, inside my cell, inside me. I smile with him. Not a big smile, no, I couldn't give a big smile. Instead, just a half smile that still says I'm happy.
He continues running, and just as I see we are standing under a huge mobile suit, he throws me over his shoulder, holding me even tighter, and begins to climb. I trust him not to drop me and I watch the ground slowly getting farther away. Soon all the bushes and trees around us are much smaller.
Suddenly he stops climbing and jumps over to his left, where he lands inside what I see is a cockpit. He takes me off his shoulder and sits down, setting me in his lap. He straps me in with him, and then gets to work pressing different buttons.
I feel the mobile suit come to life. I wonder if this is how mobile suit pilots always feel. It feels wonderful, as if I'm part of the mobile suit itself.
The mobile suit starts to move. I watch everything outside quiver with every step the mobile suit takes. We are retreating from the fortress, away from those who imprisoned me. I'm happy, and I nearly laugh when the mobile suit sends several missiles at them, causing several explosions.
The boy swears when he several mobile dolls heading torward us. I guess it was more than he expected, but he attacked them anyway.
As bullets were being exchanged between the two teams, a sudden feeling overwhelmed me, urging me to protect this boy. I was confused. 'How can I protect him, if he doesn't need my help?' I thought.
'Release yourself.'
The voice, soft and mysterious, echoed slightly, then repeated itself once more. I sigh, then relax and close my eyes. I feel all of my emotions flowing out of me. Slowly I feel myself being pulled away the boy. I try to stay with him, but the opposing force wins and I feel a sudden jerk.
My whole body feels different now. I feel bigger, stronger, and in control. When I feel a slight pain on my side, I open my eyes and stare in shock.
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Duo's POV
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Just as we are about to fly off, I see several mobile dolls heading straight towards us. I swear, and then turn to face them, returning fire. There's alot more mobile dolls than I hoped there would be, but I'll have to get rid of them if I am to complete my mission.
I send two missiles heading towards them, taking out one. The other mobile dolls close in, taking the old one's place. I'm being fired at from all directions, and it's getting difficult to hit them all.
Just as I take out another mobile doll, I feel the girl in my lap tense. She sits like that for a few seconds, and then relaxes. Almost a minute later, her weight suddenly vanishes. Surprised, I looked down and see she isn't there.
"What the he-" My cry of surprise is cut off as a mobile doll gets in a free shot at my side. I'm even more surprised now when I feel it isn't only Deathscythe I'm controlling.
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I'm in the Gundam. I know it's a gundam now, because I'm in the gundam. It's a strange feeling. That's why I feel bigger and stronger. Because I am. Somehow, just by releasing my soul, I've entered the gundam.
I can't control what the gundam does though. That's the boy's job. He tells it what to do, and it does it. I'm just a spectator. I just watch. Although, I feel like I can do more. I don't know what yet, but I know that the strange voice will tell me.
After a few minutes, the voice does return. Now it says, 'Protect him.'
'How? How do I protect him?' I ask in reply.
'You know. Search your soul.'
Giving a nod, I close my eyes once more. I concentrate, and suddenly, the answer flies straight at me. Putting my entire will into it, I expand myself. I use my soul to form a shield around 02. It's not very strong yet, so I add even more. When I realize that even that isn't working, I shove every piece of me I can find into the shield.
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Duo's POV
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I'm shooting everywhere now. Randomly. Wildly. There's too many, and I'm getting nervous. I know that soon I may have to self-destruct, although I don't want to because I would kill the girl. Even though I can't see her, somehow I know she's here, with me. I've accepted that without any comments.
All of the sudden, I don't feel anything, and I wonder if the OZ mobile dolls have stopped firing. But they haven't. They're still shooting at me, but somehow they aren't hitting, even though it looks like they should.
It's getting really strange now. That girl disappears into thin air, somehow my gundam has changed, and now no one can hit me? I'm going to need a check-up when I'm finished.
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I'm getting tired now. Unfortunately, the shield I have made draws it's strength from me, and holding it tires me out more and more. I don't know how to contact the boy from here, but I have to try something. So, I speak.
"Hurry. I can't hold it forever!"
I feel his surprise, and then I see his fire double, so I know he understands.
I'm barely holding on now. I've weakening, but luckily he's almost finished. I've got to hold on just a little bit longer...
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Duo's POV
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I'm hearing things now. Unfortunately, the voice sounds desperate, so my soft little heart comes in and listens. I'm firing twice as fast now. I can feel something slipping away, but I'm not sure what it is. I hurry; I know that it won't be good if it slips away completely, even though I don't know what will happen.
The thing blocking OZ's fire has helped out tremendously. Without getting hit, I can concentrate on what I'm doing. I'm finishing the final mobile doll now. I laugh as it explodes, a horrible thing to laugh at, but I laugh anyway.
Suddenly I feel it slip away. I stop laughing, just in time, because then the girl suddenly appears in my lap, pale and unconscious.
I swear. Confused and anxious, I turn Deathscythe around and once again head off towards home.
After a while of traveling, I feel the girl start to stir. She moves around for a second until she's on her back. I slow Deathscythe down so that it doesn't hit anything while I'm not paying attention, then I look down at her.
Her eyes, a very pale shade of green, are looking up at me curiously. There's still a bit of exaustion showing in them, but curiousity lights up her eyes more. She shifts a bit until she's pretty much sitting up, then she looks torward the screen, looking outside the gundam. Slowly, almost tentitively, she raises a small hand, and touches it, almost as if she was expecting her hand to pass through it. When her hand was stopped, she drops it, and looks back to me, saddness now in her eyes instead.
I'm wondering why she doesn't say anything, I would have at least liked a simple 'thank you.' I just look back at her, my teal eyes matching her green eyes.
She now raises a hand and touches my cheek. Her touch is light, like feathers, and warm, despite the clamminess of her hands. One finger trails lightly over my cheekbone, past my nose, then to my lips. Her finger stops there, examining them. Her face is a mask of stone, I can tell she thinking.
Finally her hand moves to her lips, touching them too. Her lips move slighty, like she was trying to talk. With a sigh, she drops her hands into her lap and leans back against me, her head resting by my neck. Within minutes I can tell she's asleep, so I start up 02 and continue home.
I don't plan on mentioning the silence that enveloped us that one moment. For some reason, it holds a significance of sorts. It seemed special, like something that no one else needed to know. Something between the two of us.
It's going to be the story of a girl, a girl without a name, whose life changes drastically within one day. Her entire life will be a living hell, but will she accept the comfort of one boy who has seen all that she has? Will she accept a partnership needed to save not only herself, but the future of all Earth's inhabitants?
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Silence is My Curse
Chapter 1: The day my life changed.
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Dark. That's the only thing that's been in my mind for who knows how long. Dark. The only thing keeping me company in the shell I've been encased in. It's all I've been able see. All I could hear, or smell. It's covered me, wrapping me in its cold, unwelcoming arms until I cried for forgiveness for anything I may have done to bring me to this living hell.
All around me is stone, cold, wet stone that's stood for hundreds of years, holding others like me until they died of madness. I suppose that's what's to happen to me. I'll stay down here, alone, without hardly any food or water, without anyone to hold me in my final moments before I die. Yes. I'll die. I know it. I'll die, and without anyone to mourn for me. After all, who would? They thought I was dead long ago.
I don't know how long I've been here. In the darkness it's impossible to tell day from night. The only light that reaches into here is light that makes it through the crack in the window where my food is delivered. Well, what food I get. They feed me only one meal each day, which is the only way I get a clue as to what time it is. No one would feed me at nighttime. Who would want to wake up only to feed a dying prisoner? So I wait. I wait for my food. When I get the few slices of bread, I devour it, and then sleep.
I don't like to sleep anymore. I used to, sleeping used to be my favorite thing to do. I remember all the dreams I used to have, of playing in the sun in the fields. Of laughter, and happiness. Those are all in the past now. Now my dreams are nightmares, filled with the horrors I saw when I was captured. They're filled with betrayal, war, and death. Filled with horrible things, things no one should ever have to see. Except me. I saw them, and now I pay a price I never wanted to pay.
I hear a clanking and look up. Light streams in from the door where a hand holds a tray with my food on it. I run over and snatch it out of his hands before he can drop it and leave. I eye my food, then look up again, and take in as much light as possible until they close the food window again.
The guard meets my eye, and I see a flash of sympathy in his eyes. Reluctantly he closes it again and walks off. I run back over to the wall and sit down, leaning against it as I stuff my starving stomach with bread. I noticed that I have three slices today. Hm. I'm lucky. Normally I only get two slices. They must have been feeling generous today. I don't complain, instead I eat.
Within minutes I'm finished. I eye the empty plate, and then push the tray over to the door where they can retrieve it later. I lie down and curl up into a ball, trying to cover myself with what's left of the clothes that I wore when I was taken. Now they are in tatters, ripped in many places, barely covering me. I watch as water fills the cracks in the stone and flows toward the same destination as always. I don't know where the water is going, but it never fails to follow its original path.
Just as my eyes begin to close, sleep on it's way, a loud explosion fills my ears as the prison I am held in shakes and rumbles. The thick wooden door is suddenly blown off it's hinges, landing on top of me.
As I struggle to remove the door, I hear footsteps and see a figure run past the doorway. Moments later more figures run past, and I recognize these as the soldiers who confined me in this living hell. They run past without even looking to see if I am still here. I wouldn't still be here if the door hadn't fallen on me, but even then I don't think that I would be strong enough to make it out alive. Weeks with little food has taken it's toll. Now I am hardly strong enough to walk to the doorway to get my food.
I have managed to crawl most of the way out, but my legs are still stuck. The door is definitely too heavy for me to lift, even if I wasn't half starved. I know I have to find a way out, because now everyone is too occupied to notice my disappearance. But soon, they will come check on their prisoners and fix the damage.
I notice footsteps again, but this time they are coming the opposite way, towards the explosion. It's just one person, and they are in a really big hurry. I listen to them rush past, but instead of continuing, they halt, and then walk towards my doorway. A face looks in, eyes curious but serious. I see that familiar flash of sympathy, and then the boy runs in, helps me from under the door, and then picks me up, cradling me in his arms. Quickly he runs out of my cell, then down the hallway.
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Duo's POV
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Damn. I am so soft. I was sent on a mission, to infiltrate an OZ fortress, grab some information, then get out of there alive. Easy, right? Everything was going fine. I had the guards confused out of their socks, the soldiers running in circles, and the disk containing everything I needed to know. Then I'm running down the halls, so close to the exit that my explosion had made, when I glance into a cell and see a girl stuck under a door.
I couldn't just leave her there, that's not my style. She's dirty and so thin I can see her bones through her skin, even through all the dirt, and stuck just when she had a chance to escape. So the next thing I know, she's in my arms and I'm running the remaining distance to freedom. It's not very hard, she's so small and light that I hardly notice her weight.
I let out a whoop as I reach fresh air, and look down at the girl. She'd smiling too. Her tired eyes are laughing with me when she realizes I've gotten us out. I then run through the snow to Deathscythe. As I reach its feet, 02 flares to life. I throw the girl over my shoulder, and then climb up it to the cockpit. I climb inside, then set the girl into my lap and strap us in. Quickly I begin setting the controls to lift off.
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I was startled when this boy grabbed me, picked me up, and then ran off with me, but he holds me close as he runs, so I just settled as he ran and tried to be as little trouble as possible. I'm really not that scared with him. For some reason, I feel safe in his arms, and a feeling of security overwhelms my panic. He has confidence radiating from him, as if he has so much that he couldn't hold it all. Slowly I feel it seep into me, and I trust this boy. I trust him to get us both out alive, even though I don't know him.
I look at him as he runs. His face is strong, with bright big teal eyes and long, flowing brown hair tied into a braid down his back. He's sweating, and I know it isn't from exertion, but from concentration.
He watches his path as he runs, amazingly never stumbling over any obstacles on the floor. His eyes stare intently, then sudden they light up and he let out a loud yell. I try to figure out what he's yelling about. He doesn't look hurt or in pain. Then I see it. We're outside.
Outside. I haven't been outside for weeks. Maybe even months. It's always been inside. I've lived inside, inside the strange building I was taken to, inside my cell, inside me. I smile with him. Not a big smile, no, I couldn't give a big smile. Instead, just a half smile that still says I'm happy.
He continues running, and just as I see we are standing under a huge mobile suit, he throws me over his shoulder, holding me even tighter, and begins to climb. I trust him not to drop me and I watch the ground slowly getting farther away. Soon all the bushes and trees around us are much smaller.
Suddenly he stops climbing and jumps over to his left, where he lands inside what I see is a cockpit. He takes me off his shoulder and sits down, setting me in his lap. He straps me in with him, and then gets to work pressing different buttons.
I feel the mobile suit come to life. I wonder if this is how mobile suit pilots always feel. It feels wonderful, as if I'm part of the mobile suit itself.
The mobile suit starts to move. I watch everything outside quiver with every step the mobile suit takes. We are retreating from the fortress, away from those who imprisoned me. I'm happy, and I nearly laugh when the mobile suit sends several missiles at them, causing several explosions.
The boy swears when he several mobile dolls heading torward us. I guess it was more than he expected, but he attacked them anyway.
As bullets were being exchanged between the two teams, a sudden feeling overwhelmed me, urging me to protect this boy. I was confused. 'How can I protect him, if he doesn't need my help?' I thought.
'Release yourself.'
The voice, soft and mysterious, echoed slightly, then repeated itself once more. I sigh, then relax and close my eyes. I feel all of my emotions flowing out of me. Slowly I feel myself being pulled away the boy. I try to stay with him, but the opposing force wins and I feel a sudden jerk.
My whole body feels different now. I feel bigger, stronger, and in control. When I feel a slight pain on my side, I open my eyes and stare in shock.
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Duo's POV
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Just as we are about to fly off, I see several mobile dolls heading straight towards us. I swear, and then turn to face them, returning fire. There's alot more mobile dolls than I hoped there would be, but I'll have to get rid of them if I am to complete my mission.
I send two missiles heading towards them, taking out one. The other mobile dolls close in, taking the old one's place. I'm being fired at from all directions, and it's getting difficult to hit them all.
Just as I take out another mobile doll, I feel the girl in my lap tense. She sits like that for a few seconds, and then relaxes. Almost a minute later, her weight suddenly vanishes. Surprised, I looked down and see she isn't there.
"What the he-" My cry of surprise is cut off as a mobile doll gets in a free shot at my side. I'm even more surprised now when I feel it isn't only Deathscythe I'm controlling.
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I'm in the Gundam. I know it's a gundam now, because I'm in the gundam. It's a strange feeling. That's why I feel bigger and stronger. Because I am. Somehow, just by releasing my soul, I've entered the gundam.
I can't control what the gundam does though. That's the boy's job. He tells it what to do, and it does it. I'm just a spectator. I just watch. Although, I feel like I can do more. I don't know what yet, but I know that the strange voice will tell me.
After a few minutes, the voice does return. Now it says, 'Protect him.'
'How? How do I protect him?' I ask in reply.
'You know. Search your soul.'
Giving a nod, I close my eyes once more. I concentrate, and suddenly, the answer flies straight at me. Putting my entire will into it, I expand myself. I use my soul to form a shield around 02. It's not very strong yet, so I add even more. When I realize that even that isn't working, I shove every piece of me I can find into the shield.
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Duo's POV
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I'm shooting everywhere now. Randomly. Wildly. There's too many, and I'm getting nervous. I know that soon I may have to self-destruct, although I don't want to because I would kill the girl. Even though I can't see her, somehow I know she's here, with me. I've accepted that without any comments.
All of the sudden, I don't feel anything, and I wonder if the OZ mobile dolls have stopped firing. But they haven't. They're still shooting at me, but somehow they aren't hitting, even though it looks like they should.
It's getting really strange now. That girl disappears into thin air, somehow my gundam has changed, and now no one can hit me? I'm going to need a check-up when I'm finished.
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I'm getting tired now. Unfortunately, the shield I have made draws it's strength from me, and holding it tires me out more and more. I don't know how to contact the boy from here, but I have to try something. So, I speak.
"Hurry. I can't hold it forever!"
I feel his surprise, and then I see his fire double, so I know he understands.
I'm barely holding on now. I've weakening, but luckily he's almost finished. I've got to hold on just a little bit longer...
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Duo's POV
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I'm hearing things now. Unfortunately, the voice sounds desperate, so my soft little heart comes in and listens. I'm firing twice as fast now. I can feel something slipping away, but I'm not sure what it is. I hurry; I know that it won't be good if it slips away completely, even though I don't know what will happen.
The thing blocking OZ's fire has helped out tremendously. Without getting hit, I can concentrate on what I'm doing. I'm finishing the final mobile doll now. I laugh as it explodes, a horrible thing to laugh at, but I laugh anyway.
Suddenly I feel it slip away. I stop laughing, just in time, because then the girl suddenly appears in my lap, pale and unconscious.
I swear. Confused and anxious, I turn Deathscythe around and once again head off towards home.
After a while of traveling, I feel the girl start to stir. She moves around for a second until she's on her back. I slow Deathscythe down so that it doesn't hit anything while I'm not paying attention, then I look down at her.
Her eyes, a very pale shade of green, are looking up at me curiously. There's still a bit of exaustion showing in them, but curiousity lights up her eyes more. She shifts a bit until she's pretty much sitting up, then she looks torward the screen, looking outside the gundam. Slowly, almost tentitively, she raises a small hand, and touches it, almost as if she was expecting her hand to pass through it. When her hand was stopped, she drops it, and looks back to me, saddness now in her eyes instead.
I'm wondering why she doesn't say anything, I would have at least liked a simple 'thank you.' I just look back at her, my teal eyes matching her green eyes.
She now raises a hand and touches my cheek. Her touch is light, like feathers, and warm, despite the clamminess of her hands. One finger trails lightly over my cheekbone, past my nose, then to my lips. Her finger stops there, examining them. Her face is a mask of stone, I can tell she thinking.
Finally her hand moves to her lips, touching them too. Her lips move slighty, like she was trying to talk. With a sigh, she drops her hands into her lap and leans back against me, her head resting by my neck. Within minutes I can tell she's asleep, so I start up 02 and continue home.
I don't plan on mentioning the silence that enveloped us that one moment. For some reason, it holds a significance of sorts. It seemed special, like something that no one else needed to know. Something between the two of us.