A/N: Oh my god…this is the third fic I've written in the same number of days! I'm officially on a writing binge! And I will celebrate! YAY!! *celebrates* Now that *hic* my bout of prolonged *hic* madness has been con*hic*firmed, I'd like to ann*hic*ounce to the whole *hic* world at large that *hic* I will *hic* probably *hic* stay this *hic* way *hic* for the *hic* rest of the *hic* summer, so watch*hic* out! ^_~ *hic*
*hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic hic*
*HIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCC*
(stops *hic* speaking and starts *hic* writing furiously)
This is a Kakyou fic, written basically because I've been going through my X translations again and reading the parts where Kakyou plays a part and I feel sorry for the guy ^^;; I mean, he's comatose, destined to wake up "the day when the end of the earth is decided" (thank you, KatKo!), which can't really be encouraging since you have a 50/50 chance of waking up just when the Earth is being destroyed, O_o and to top it all off he's got a love life that'll probably be stagnant to high heaven until, well, he gets to heaven O.o And then my brain started working and wala! I got this fic.
It's set somewhere in the middle of the timeline, from when Kotori and Kakyou meet in his dreams in X7 to just before Kakyou decides to take Fuuma's hand in X9. Kinda lot of material to cover, but this fic is quite short, I promise you. ^_^
X belongs to the Invincible Manga Goddesses, the studio of CLAMP. ^^;;;
Redemption Monologue
and then you
Wonder
why men's hearts are
Black
when your own heart is
Dark
with sweet, innocent longing.
fragments of
Self
wash unto the shore of your
Mind
seeking to
Pierce
your hidden reality.
you seek what can't
Be
you forget what you
Cannot
you struggle in your
Sleep
you drown in dreams.
you sit,
Awaiting
your golden-haired girl,
Death's
next victim.
Help
her, if you can.
dream of the next
Time
you can
See
your own dark-haired angel, who will fly away
Too.
you do
Know,
don't you? What will
Happen
if you take the dark man's hand?
But
you can't seem to stop.
the dream is
Over.
she is
Gone.
now, only
You
are left
fading into
Yourself
your only
Hope,
and your only
Prison,
a sweeping vista
of angel
Dust
and gray
Skies.