Disclaimer - Noblesse and the characters belong to Son Jae Ho and Lee Gwang Su
The soft rustling of paper briefly sounded out in the overly-spacious room. Aside from the steady ticking of the clock hanging on the wall and the infrequent scratching of pen on paper, the entire house was oddly silent. The only occupant of the room sat on a black couch placed beside a low, cluttered table. Slowly shifting his legs to a more comfortable position, he ran his blue eyes over the paper at the top of the stack set on the table, seeing the words but not taking them in. As always, his mind was preoccupied with more important matters than the work he had brought home, thinking perhaps he would get more progress done in a more familiar setting rather than in his office. Being the principal of a school was more demanding than he had originally anticipated. In general he enjoyed the work, but he was slightly resentful toward his position taking away precious time he could be spending on his research.
He sighed and leaned back, tired of pretending to care about whatever the papers' contents were about. His body sank into the soft cushions, and he stared at the wall opposite him, his eyes following the elegant pattern that twisted across the dark wallpaper. Absently running his fingers through his neatly trimmed bangs, he felt a pang of loneliness at the emptiness that surrounded him, regardless of the handsomely furnished room he sat in. His large salary had allowed him to buy many expensive things, but it all felt worthless. For all of his efforts, he still didn't have the one thing he truly wanted. He glanced down at the table again, a large map snaring his attention rather than the obnoxiously tall stack of papers he was supposed to have read by the following morning. The map was so thickly covered in marks and notes written in various colors of ink, it was difficult to discern just what it was a map of.
His thin eyebrows drew together angrily at the display of his fruitless endeavors. He had been searching for so long, yet there were no traces of that person's whereabouts. No facts, no rumors, not even a minuscule clue that might point him in the right direction. He doubted the others were having an easier time in their own search—if they were even searching anymore. He wouldn't have been surprised if they had given up long ago. But he was determined to keep looking. That person was everything to him. Without him, his life would have been devoid of any purpose or meaning, and would also have been drastically shorter. With each passing moment, the thought of possibly someday being able to see that person again had kept him from giving up. Even as the days stretched into years, and the years into centuries, while the world rapidly changed and he stayed the same. His hope kept burning like a fire through his veins, not to be smothered by the frustrating lack of results he faced time and again.
With one last agitated glance at the old map, he unfolded his long limbs and stood, walking to the window. Opening the blinds slightly, he stared outside into the black night that pressed against the slightly fogged pane of glass. He crossed his arms, taking a deep breath and letting it out as slowly as he could. After a moment, his pale eyebrows slowly began to unknit and he relaxed his body. His eyes searched the darkness with desperation, and he whispered sadly, "Where are you?"
This is the first thing I've written with the intention of having other people read it... *nervous* :P