Kazumi: Yeah, I couldn't resist just writing one – FORGIVE ME!! I got the idea for this from my high school creative writing class. Thank you Mrs. Watkins!! All the props go to you! DISCLAIMER! - I do not own anything from this awesome comic and/or movie; it's just too damn cool to be touched.
In the abyss of the no longer bustling city, hands clothed in dark leather are tucked away under an equally dark cloak, shielding them from any view. They stand, poised, beside glittering daggers that shine through the perpetual darkness. Like a shadow, they are quick and unseen, invisible against the metal shingles as the hidden digits push the wraith-like figure over the rooftops and across windowsills. But that person has their secrets as well. A secret so dark and painful that the burning desire to be rid of it, to forget all that happened, consumed their entirety. He endures, through smoke and shroud, and soars on raven colored rings.
There is only a barely heard clunk as the man of shadow finally touches down on my windowsill where I've sat near since dusk. Night after night of watching him fly back and forth from my bed, but never revealing my person so the moment remained pure and untouched forever.
The temptation is too great for me I suppose, curse it all.
"Um…" The man tilts his head, acknowledging my presence. Only white could be seen through the strands of hair but it was black that stared back at me through the narrowed slits. Not with anger, but complete and total mystery. Somehow I felt as if they were truly smiling at me under the fake grin that obscured their face from my vision and drawn into the darkness under the mask. "…who are you?" He paused, like they were considering what response they could give me, the inquiring teenager who had stayed up nearly four or five hours to question them.
The reply is immediately engraved into my consciousness the moment it left his unseen lips.
"Only but a dream my dear," Then the black ghost was gone in a blur of shade, leaving no trace that that person were ever there in the first place. I smiled to myself as I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers around me for warmth, anticipating tomorrow and what comes with it.
And my masked knight.
Kazumi: I love this dude…-sigh-…So, tell me what you think. P.S. - If anyone is confused by the 'they' that the girl refers to in the beginning, I just want to let you know that it's V's HANDS. The original piece was supposed to be about hands of different people and I chose V because I was on a geek streak. So there's your explanation. I know I'm late on my fics so this will have to appease you all for now. Ja ne minna-san!
