disclaimer: I don't own 'em. *sniffles* Don't sue me cuz I'm poor!!! ...Okay *recovered from both devastations* let's begin. Oh yeah,
Guiding Light
The darkness of the ebony night closed in around me, suffocating the life out of me as it whispered truths to my soul. No moon to guide my thoughts to lighter memories, no stars or street lamps to brighten the blackness of both the warm summer night and my soul.
This dark blanket was kin to me, to my very being. None wish to disturb the two of us an both ever hungry for the light, yet unable to satisfy that need. But, I am different now; I have found a lit candle, that may flicker in the wind, but, still remains alight.
I do not recall, as I reminisce, when exactly this candle's flame was lit, only that its warmth spreads throughout my entire being bringing with it acceptance that seems unnatural to one who was shunned from birth, a Forbidden Child. When had it wormed its way so deeply within my heart? Beyond the great cold stone barriers to my core? How!?
But, I needn't concern myself with these inquires. No, for this light has taught me something that has arisen and taken hold of me by the throat. Hope. Hope that even in the darkest of darks and blackest of ebonies, a light remains to guide all those that search. All that I must do is believe in this light and maybe my soul shall be saved.
A drop on the tip of my nose, cold as I portray myself to be, signaled the arrival of the storm I'd been waiting for all day. Rainy days and nights forced me to retreat into the comfort of my candle's abode. That comforting retreat, that allowed me to see the small amount of care towards myself from its inhabitants that convinced me to keep living.
I rose from my reclined position and disappeared into the darkness as a black blur that was hardly noticeable in this ebony around me. Picking my way, from rooftop to rooftop, until the scent of that heavenly flower reached me and I stopped, held still by its intoxicating smell.
The smell wasn't overpowering. That is to say, it was hinted and noticeable but not able to banish all other scents. My candle's rose scent was soft, gentle, and comforting, just as my candle itself is.
Creeping closer to my destination, I slowed down my pace and focused to lower my ki so detection was less likely. I hid in the tall maple that grows beside my candle's home; slinking behind the cover of these lush green leaves that grew in such glory because of the ki of my candle.
I gaze past these wonders, for they mean nothing to me. They pale in comparison to my candle's emerald eyes that show all emotion known to the living and can shatter my monstrous walls with a simple tear spilling from their depths.
Past the window's rain speckled glass and into the room, my eyes wondered. The vision slightly blurred by the heavy onslaught of the tiny water warriors, lost none of its luster.
On the neatly kept, red bedded futon, lay the red-headed god. Ivy green orbs of the kitsune intent on the novel held loosely in those callous free hands. Silken P.J.s contorting to match those perfect curves and most angelic body. Flaming strands of the most silky of all materials, spilling like a bloody brilliance over each shoulder.
I watched in silence, content with just observing this most beautiful of all creatures.
Well, what you think? The more you review, the more I'll write. By the way, it's my first fanfic so please be kinda gentle. Flames will be accepted, since I ALWAYS find flaws in my own work. Next chapter's on the way!!!!!!