The Passage of Seasons by notnow
Ch 1. The Trees Shed Their Leaves.
Disclaimer: Takei owns Shaman King and I own this fic.
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The brown eyes gazed at the infinite sky and marveled at how the colors melded into one another. He extended his left hand, as if expecting his fingers to grasp the golden light of the sunset. He imagined it would drip off of his fingers like warm honey.
But he couldn't touch it.
He supposed the sight in front of him was enough. It was sort of like her, a brilliance before him, but elusive to touch. He suppressed a sigh and leaned once more over the railing to rest his elbows on the ledge. He cupped his boyish face in his hands and smiled at the beauty that enveloped him. He enjoyed what was there, tried his best to always be satisfied and never desiring. To desire was to suffer, and that went against his "things will work out" motto.
Elsewhere, in the midst of the autumn sprawled forest, the blond extended her hands to the sky. Her slender fingers made a silhouette against the backdrop of the setting sun. Anna stared at her hands, no longer thirteen year old hands, but of nineteen. Her eyes narrowed at the oncoming gust of wind; it rocking the loose foliage off of their branches and scattering an array of fiery red leaves over the ground. It pushed against her back and lifted the ends of her long tresses. Once the brief moment passed, her sleek blond hair rested once more against her chest. Any man who caught a glimpse of that would have been awed. She stood like a queen, possessed of beauty and intelligence. She was a masterpiece framed by her beautiful surroundings.
It would have been hard to guess that her heart was in turmoil and much too easy to guess that it was just her regular cool indifference.
She was torn by both her willingness to trust and her hesitance to thaw. Everything felt out of control. Change. Change made her feel out of control.
Her black dress billowed out with the next series of air currents, its owner exhaling as the sheer fabric wafted and danced against her ankles. Her right hand rose to caress the locks of hair against her temple, then tucking a small section behind her ear before running her fingers down the loose ends. While staring at the picturesque landscape before her, she proceeded to touch the small rise in her belly.
Revised & reposted 10/29/05