"Pay no mind to the faces they may wear, for they have none of their own. When the wind blows fortune, they have their uses. Still, ware them ever, trust them never, for they have no loyalty but to change."
She turns, and her smile is that of Aphrodite herself in its charm. And so tender. A throaty sound flows through the space in dripping hues of rose, winds itself around his ankles in warm, beseeching wafts. Love pools in seas of emerald, and he would promise her the world twice over, if only those reservoirs would remain in her eyes always.
They were always so much greener than his own.
But truth's knight has charged too late. The enchantment is full now, and belief its tether. Eyes will behold what they will, and what they desire. What they desire above all else is beauty.
"So it is said of the Gemini."
And she is beautiful.
But it is time to go.
Licks of flame spread across those hallowed seas, fire prowling within a territory where fire has no right to be. Fury, desperation; they are mighty forces. The gentle rosen drafts frown, clamp; become shackles. But he is the Gemini, who has no form that can be chained as easily as that.
"Without wind, the fire withers away into ash. You would leave your own sister to die."
And for the first time, he is truly sorry.
She whirls in blind rage now, her sweetness lost as she dances to a mad, rhythmic fury all her own, except for when it is his. But even in her hatred, she is stunning. If he was of elsewhere, he would be unable to resist, would be spellbound by such anger turned to ballet by the air's quicksilver cat paws. "You are a thief, a liar, an illusion. Without your other half, what would you be but a mirage? We are siblings, you and I."
But he is not of elsewhere. He knows this hypnotism very well. It is the same mesmerizing green that lurks within his own eyes, the reason he so despises looking into mirrors. And having a twin is as good as having a mirror. Better.
He has already begun to fade.
Her voice rings with power; the voice of the High Priestess itself could not compare. "You will stay here, with me, brother. Kazahaya! You will stay!"
But the High Priestess holds no authority over those who are forever forsaking their past, who forget what is happening to them even now.
And he is gone.
0o0o0o Gemini, follow through, Just a sign, it's only true 0o0o0o0o0o0o
Author's Note: It is half past midnight. I have stared at this fic for exactly half an hour with the acute awareness that it's missing something terribly important, without being able to figure out exactly what that something is. Hence forth comes the fail-safe solution: Give up. In the great words of Snowball from Stuart Little: "Aw come on, giving up is fun, and look at how much time you save. I tell ya, if more people gave up, there'd be fewer wars." So I think I will continue this fic at a later point and time, probably doing a version for Rikuo and Tsukiko. In other words, kindly don't remark the terribly unfinished quality of this fic; it WILL be continued. Probably. Possibly. Hopefully. Once in a blue moon. Until then, attribute the incomplete quality of this chapter to that of the Gemini in general. And I didn't manage to put the pairing into this chapter of the fic (I tried, but it came out terribly, so I had to delete it), so let me state the absolute wonderfulness of Rikuo/Kazahaya. Just to make my point of view known (but how can you read Legal Drug and NOT adore Rikuo/Kazahaya?).
