Midnight's Shadow
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Yugioh. I don't know anyone who does.
Summary: My short Seto-centric drabble. Okay, it's not really bad at all, but I'm just really bored right now…
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A sea of blackness, stretching from horizon to horizon, filled with tiny pinpoints of light peeking out from the darkness. The night was beautiful tonight; the moon hung high over the horizon, its pale light illuminating the green grass before him.
There was peace in the silence that was borne in the night; a peace that he could never quite grasp or experience. A light breeze wrapped itself around him, gently lifting the thick, brown bangs from his forehead. He could hear the faint crash of the waves against the rocks on the shoreline in the distance.
He was here on business; nothing else. And, yet, there was something about the setting that felt so completely different that he wanted – needed – to embrace it.
It was beautiful.
He wanted to stand here forever, just listening and watching, and feeling the breeze. He wanted to never have to move again, never think, never remember.
His life had never been simple. A difficult childhood, coupled with the demands thrust upon him by his stepfather had made sure of that.
So perhaps that was why he found the stark simplicity of nature so dazzling; so entrancing. He had never really seen it before; he had always been in the city, and had never had time to notice.
Much less during the night. He knew the glare of the sun; it often shone through his office window. He was occasionally blinded by its reflection off his laptop screen. But he had never thought to look up after the long hours at the office; had never thought to look upwards and appreciate the glow of the moon and the glory of the stars.
Until now.
And he wondered, now, why he had never thought to before. Sixteen long years, and he had never gazed toward the sky long enough to appreciate it.
Nor, for that matter, had he ever thought to appreciate the sea; the breeze; the grass. To him, they were simply there; nothing to be cared for or concerned about. True, his brother had pointed them all out before, but he had never really done more than pretend to look. He had never taken any particular joy in the world itself.
And, yet, here he was; standing alone on a hilltop, transfixed by the utter beauty around him.
A small smile formed itself on his lips, and he lingered and gazed for a minute longer. But finally, he turned away, and began to walk.
Back to society, back to commerce; back to his life.
But the smile remained on his face as a fragment of a memory fitted itself into his mind:
"True beauty is fleeting; hardly there at all. Yet, you and I can see it as we watch the heavens; ablaze with glory, and hear the angels singing. For we are truly nothing in this amazing universe; just a shadow of midnight, hardly there at all…"
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…Well. That was odd. What do you think? Reviews?
Yes, the quote just popped off the top of my head. You can still use it, though. if you refer it to me…