For The Moment – Asari Ugetsu
It was dawn.
Everything was quiet; it was still a little too early for anyone to be up and about. A lone figure in traditional garb paced the deserted streets, eyes wandering fondly around the familiar scenery.
With each step bringing him closer and closer to a place he missed, closer and closer to that one person he held dear to his heart, he counted the things he had lost in order to complete his long journey.
Head bowed slightly, he took slow, long strides, and walked straight down the lonely pavement, hands locked lightly together beneath the blue sleeves.
He had, firstly, given up the peace he enjoyed, in exchange for chaos and bloodshed. He did not regret, for it taught him the harshness, the cruelty and the bitterness this dying world harbored.
A left turn he took just then, without needing to think twice; it was as though he had never left the village, for nothing seemed to have changed.
He had given up his one joy – music – in exchange for four blades that had caused much suffering to those who had watched their friends die; after all, even the wickedest man alive is a child deeply loved by his parents. This, he regretted, for nothing – not even ten lifetimes worth of tears and prayers, could bring the dead back.
Straight the rest of the way was the answer; pace quickening as eagerness flooded his entire being, he passed through yet another street with ease, without fear of losing his way.
And finally, he had given up time itself. He had selfishly made her wait; selfishly hope that she was still here, somewhere, waiting for him. He had given up the possibility of bliss early in life, and chose, instead, to bet on her devotion, for even while the roads, the stalls, and the village did not change through the years, surely she would have.
Because she was human, and humans get tired of waiting.
This, he did not know if he regretted. The answer wouldn't come to him, no matter how many times he asked himself the question.
He slowed down to a stop involuntarily as soon as the wooden carts and stalls disappeared from view; trees hid a beautiful mansion to his left, and he raised his head to take a better look at the home he had longed to return to since he had left.
If she had moved on without waiting for him, it would be for the best, he mused while enjoying the long-lost sense of peace his quaint abode brought him, but then, it would be a little lonely too, for it would mean that he had really lost her to time.
He would probably, just probably, cry at the dream he could not reach.
His hands had reached out unwittingly to touch the gates; at that instant, the shadow of a petite figure dimmed his surroundings slightly. The man turned to see who it was.
The sun was rising.
Under the first rays of sunlight, he could see that she had grown. And now, the answer came to him easily - no, he did not regret leaving her then, for time has proven to him that without that separation, they would not be who they are today. No longer the child she had once been, but a woman matured through yearning and patience, only one familiar thing remained, and that was her devotion. And her efforts have paid off, because Asari Ugetsu has come home.
And it is time, once more, to put their love into a song.
This is a sequel to Last Words: Version Primo, so if you haven't read it, please do! Or this would make as much sense as a chicken squawking.
I know I said I was going to write a version for Decimo, and I have already started on it, but ideas for Primo kept flooding in at the same time and I just had to do this, so in the end, I wrote this.
As usual, the order will be random; I guess you guys already figured it out, seeing that I started with Asari Ugetsu instead of Lampo, who stole the first chapter in Last Words.
Anyway... Asari Ugetsu's chapter is a happy ending... but don't go expecting happy endings for all chapters. (Well, Alaude's one can't possibly be a happy ending anyway...)
That's it for now! Err, G. up next! I think.