//A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow//
Aya is sitting in his darkened room. Through the window, he can see the rest of his teammates running about in the bright morning, enjoying the first good snow of winter. He can almost hear their laughter through the glass.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
He thinks of joining them, but then reminds himself: he must stay distant, he cannot afford to make friends for fear they will disappear.
//I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain//
He's taken great measures to keep himself alone. No one sees the true him. He remembers the carefree laughter of his sister. No one else can lose that because of him.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
He recalls all the gestures of friendship Omi, Youji and Ken have made. He has turned all of them aside.
//Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried//
He steadfastly ignores Ken's voice in his head, asking when he will find love. Love only causes pain. He knows this now, his mind ever on his comatose imouto. He can't afford to feel it again -- he can't afford to feel at all.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
Once again, he reminds himself of his purpose: to bring justice to his family. Nothing else. No time for anything else.
//I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me//
He pulls down a small poetry book from the shelf, determined to ignore the antics of the other three next to him. He stays the stoic Abysynnian. He returns to the refuge of his room, where he can no longer be tempted by the laughter still filtering in.
He looks up as the door creaks open slightly. Ken pokes his head in, inviting the sober redhead to join them for a movie. He snaps out a negative, and Ken quickly withdraws his head. Aya wishes he could say 'yes.'
//I am a rock
I am an island//
But he must stay alone, no matter how much he wishes.
//And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries//
He must
To lose no more
Unnoticed, a lonely tear slips past the defenses of the cold violet eye, the only crack in the fortress.
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow//
Aya is sitting in his darkened room. Through the window, he can see the rest of his teammates running about in the bright morning, enjoying the first good snow of winter. He can almost hear their laughter through the glass.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
He thinks of joining them, but then reminds himself: he must stay distant, he cannot afford to make friends for fear they will disappear.
//I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship
Friendship causes pain
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain//
He's taken great measures to keep himself alone. No one sees the true him. He remembers the carefree laughter of his sister. No one else can lose that because of him.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
He recalls all the gestures of friendship Omi, Youji and Ken have made. He has turned all of them aside.
//Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried//
He steadfastly ignores Ken's voice in his head, asking when he will find love. Love only causes pain. He knows this now, his mind ever on his comatose imouto. He can't afford to feel it again -- he can't afford to feel at all.
//I am a rock
I am an island//
Once again, he reminds himself of his purpose: to bring justice to his family. Nothing else. No time for anything else.
//I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me//
He pulls down a small poetry book from the shelf, determined to ignore the antics of the other three next to him. He stays the stoic Abysynnian. He returns to the refuge of his room, where he can no longer be tempted by the laughter still filtering in.
He looks up as the door creaks open slightly. Ken pokes his head in, inviting the sober redhead to join them for a movie. He snaps out a negative, and Ken quickly withdraws his head. Aya wishes he could say 'yes.'
//I am a rock
I am an island//
But he must stay alone, no matter how much he wishes.
//And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries//
He must
To lose no more
Unnoticed, a lonely tear slips past the defenses of the cold violet eye, the only crack in the fortress.