The Rondo of the Sun and the Moon
They go by many different names; Sol and Luna, in Latin; Helios and Selene, in Greek, and so many others.
In any case, we know them as Sun and Moon.
The sun and the moon are two things most people think seem juxtaposed; complete opposites, even. The mere sight of the two together in the sky at the same time seems to strike humans with awe.
The belief that the two are opposites is not unfounded; one appears only during the day, the other, only at night. The thought is natural. In some folklore, they are depicted as even so much as warring entities. The battle has never truly been decided, as eventually, day always gives way to night, and night to day, ad infinitum.
Sun to moon. Moon to sun. The dance is endless.
Cycling through our sky in an endless loop, most of us never pause and ask ourselves just why the moon and sun must fight with each other. We accept it as natural, as scientific fact explains away, as is so often done in science, something that cannot truly be explained.
Have you ever looked up at the sun on a clear day, forcing your eyes to stare into the bright sphere illuminating our planet? Have you ever wondered just what makes the sun shine so brightly and burn so hot?
Have you ever gazed at the moon during a clear night, the countless tiny dots of light that are stars surrounding the silvery-white disk, and asked yourself why, just why, does the moon rise unfailingly every night, relieving the sun to bathe the earth in a more calming light?
I wouldn't blame you if you haven't. Most people don't, and that's fine; however, if on the off chance you remember this passage in the future, and it is a clear day, or night, I ask you to do one thing for me; look up at the sky and ask those questions. Let all the curiosity, the desire to know the unknown, wash over you, encompassing you. And when you do this, you might, even if only a little, understand the endless dance of Sol and Luna; the Rondo of the Sun and the Moon.
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Sun.
She and her opponent circled cautiously, never faltering a single step, never looking from each other's eyes. Their weapons were ready, anxious, perhaps, for the dance to continue at any time, as it undoubtedly would.
It was a well-worn, routine dance that had started at the beginning and would only stop at the end. They paused every so often, but the dance never ceased.
She never questioned it, any of it; the dance, its reason, the sword in her hand, her opponent. She had never had any reason to. She merely knew that their dance must continue.
And so, there was nothing else. Nothing existed, except for the dance, and her partner.
Moon.
It had never been a matter that needed questioning; as long as she could remember, she had danced with the other, her revolver against the other's blade. She could not think of anything other than the dance, and could never fathom that it might end one day.
Never had a careless, unnecessary word been spoken between the two; only conversation about their dance, and compliments on the skill of their partner. Nothing more was said. Nothing more was needed.
Maybe the other knew, maybe she didn't; the dance was not the only thing in existence.
She had never forgotten, but she had never learned the knowledge; it was just there, undeniable, yet, at the same time, unable to be proved.
Somehow, she knew that she could end the dance, if she so wished. She could end it at any time, and yet she was unable to see what lay beyond the dance.
So they danced.
XxxX
It was ever so long ago when the dance had begun, and yet, it seemed like it had only just started.
Pink hair spilled down her shoulders, framing an elegant, composed face. Two azure eyes kept their gaze firmly on her partner, never wandering. A firm hand kept her grip on the blade, as she readied herself for the dance to resume at any time.
They knew almost nothing except the dance, each other's names being the extent of it.
She was Megurine Luka.
Her partner was a teal-haired, revolver wielding woman called Hatsune Miku.
Sometimes, she thought what she felt for her partner was love; other times, she thought it was hate. She knew not what the feeling was, or why she felt it. She merely knew that it attracted her to the other like a magnet, but she could not do anything but dance with the other, and so she did that.
It was the same thing, for so long, that when it finally happened, she could not surmise what she was supposed to do;
A single shot rang out, and she felt it; the pain, so commonly felt during the dance. And yet, this time it was different.
Gasping for breath, she felt her chest, a scarlet flower slowly blossoming from it.
At the exact same time, her blade had pierced the other's chest, causing her reaction to be much the same as her own.
However, something was wrong. This time, the scarlet flowers coming from their wounds would not stop spreading.
It hurt, the realization;
As they lay, peaceful, on the ground they had danced on for so long, they gazed into each other's eyes.
It was slow to come, and yet it was undeniable, the realization;
The dance was ending.
They both realized it at the same time, and yet, she could feel no sadness. In fact, she felt an odd happiness she'd never thought she'd feel at the end of it all.
Alongside this realization, this world-shattering revelation, came another.
"Luka…"
"Miku…"
There was a long silence, and as their vision slowly began to fade, they uttered the same phrase from their now bloodied lips;
"I love you."