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One
Two young sillohetes were cast from the light of the moon, shaded by the ocean that stretched before them. The light casting down across from them made it hard to tell exactly who the two were, though it was painfully obvious to the two men standing about a half mile away, watching them. The couple was enjoying themselves, one of them was standing with a large instrument posted against her, the bow of a cello moving painfully awkwardly across the strings. The other appeared to be laughing, reaching forward to correct the movements she mistook, a movement so carefree that it was given with only the kindest and friendliest meaning.
Hagi was trying to re-teach Saya how to play the cello.
Standing on the beach, a spot Saya loved, in the dark of the moon could only mean two things; that they were either lovers, or trying to be inconspicuous.
And the thought of the first made Karl sick. It was clear they were lovers- there was, had never been, and probably never would, be any separating of the two. The chevalier, one of two standing on the hill whose love had resulted in his death, was also a pale, black-haired man with refined, stern expressions. Karl was only to act out of his normally angry-looking state one two occasions: In Saya's presence, or Diva's. However, Diva was dead and Saya was somehow alive, something that he would've never guess happening.
Solomon was watching the two with calm, expressionless manner. Karl could never tell what he was thinking- the beautiful chevalier looked sad and calm most of the time. Rarely was there a time when Solomon either expressed happiness or any remote feelings, none of which Karl had been present to witness.
The sound that was coming from the cello reached both their ears, a squawky, ridged sound that beginners made. It was the sound of one forgetting to move their fingers in time with the song, and was painful to the two chevalier. Music was that which must've been Saya's weakness- it had been music that brought her to Diva, and it had been music that brought she and Hagi together.
If it was that simple, though, Karl might've changed what he was doing that moment.
Though he had lost interest already. Hagi and Saya's happy, careless voices could be heard and were worse than the awful creaks and moans the cello was producing. He turned around, walked over the forest terrain they hid themselves in, and onto the highway that was vacant.
"Jealous?" Was the jeering, soft question coming from the other chevalier. Karl stopped, and looked back at Solomon, his face twitching into a hopelessly pained and angry expression. Solomon was stopped at the entrance to the trees they had hid themselves in, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. The wind pulled around them both, loosening their clothes around them. The breeze carried Saya's smell along with Hagi's, one that was rarely distinct alone. In all the time they had seen Hagi and Saya together, Karl couldn't be more annoyed now.
Though Solomon, Karl thought, could not say that he was not jealous either. Solomon may have gotten closer to becoming Saya's groom than Karl could ever imagine- which Karl noted with another pang of sheer anger- though he and Hagi had several meetings in the past in which Solomon clearly stated that he disliked Hagi.
Karl just wanted to get rid of him.
The question Solomon asked him was answered with Karl moving forward even more down the highway. He didn't care where he was going, the sound the cello was making was giving him an awful headache, as well was the scent of Saya, carried with Hagi's. Yes, Karl did want to be the one next to Saya- a wish that would probably never be granted. Karl was disastrously reckless and foolish at times, though not foolish enough to waltz out in the middle of a practice session and propose his wish. GOD knew what happened the last time he did that.
Solomon did not follow him, and turned back into the trees to watch Saya a little more. It took Karl only a second to look back, jump down from the highway and onto the beach, where the two were only around the corner. The sand beneath his feet was soft and made no sound as he stepped from around the corner where if the two were to look an concentrate a little on his shadow, he would've had to run. Hagi and Saya were still trying to play the cello, and Karl watched them, far enough that the noise wouldn't reach him. Saya was so incredibly out of practice that it was evident that she hadn't practiced in perhaps a hundred years- Karl didn't need to have read Joel's Diary to know that.
From the pocket of his coat he produced a single blue flower. It was flowers that also had a significant meaning in her life- a blue rose was tossed to her from Diva after she gave her her name, and it was a lily that killed Hagi in step to make him a chevalier. It was also a blue rose that Karl himself left for Saya. The petals were the blue of Diva's eyes, soft and still closed, as his heart was from the moment that Saya had thrust her sword into him.
He dropped the flower, and saw Saya for what he hoped would be the last time in a long time.
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