Morning, Violin

/ La fleur parle. /

Sumeragi Hokuto saw the early hours of the morning as she saw it on many other occasions. The
colors were incorrect in the most beautiful sense, blurry and yellow-white, the memories of the
night she had never slept in constricted only to stars, city stars that were artificial and created
illusions in her mind about back then. Hours ago.

There was something amiss in the air when she breathed it, seeing the gray fall about the
burgeoning sunshine in the morning, contemplating the number of murders already taken place
that very night. Perhaps it was the smell; faint beginnings of life in Tokyo that morning concerning
food and wasted gas, the puddles of vaguely acidic rain on the ground in tiny replicas of the
ocean, mingling with the vision in her mind racked with boredom and curiosity of steel bars
holding up the tunnel, of him grasping the bar and sliding down red tainted steel..

She dourly smiled at her own metaphors. What a world it was, as such things happened every
day in a city like this. As much as she denied thinking of it, the imagery kept coming back to her,
especially in recent times. Especially, while with him.

Looking toward the rain soaked stone wall he had jumped over, she mentally braced herself for a
white hand to surface, gripping the concrete with a supernatural but refined physical prowess,
finally then, showing his large, sun-colored eyes beating into the soul like a human heart about to
expire.

She knew.

As much as the other five out there knew, she had watched him, befriended him, played with him,
and became sure within months. His elite mannerisms, his beautiful charms that matched her
own, and she came to love the killer, the assassin who was after her brother, eyeing him in the
dark recesses of the world below at this very moment. She had no doubt that while he had gone
to 'investigate', he by nature would not appear until the action was over, leaving his interest wholly
devoted to other, more pleasing pursuits..

"Sei-chan.. master of pleasure.." she laughed out loud, disturbing a flock of birds singing gaily in
the trees above, the little marionettes made of pale discolored clothes screaming out of her sight.
As she watched, one of the birds caught in the telephone wires; a sickening wet sound
permeating the air as it impaled itself in the jagged clips hanging there.

It fell, quite dead, a meter beyond her pristine white shoes, splattering the street with blood, tiny
trails dripping into the pretend ocean and dieing it pink. Horrific as it was, she stood her ground for
a few moments, open mouthed, waiting for it to get back up again. It did not.

Curious, she stepped forward.

Gathering it in her hands, inspecting it's red insides, looking curiously at it's pretty black eyes and
smiling at it, the poor little thing. Subaru had never been able to tolerate death. Particularly messy
death. As a child he would sink into day long fits of tears, sobbing when he saw his ghostly
acquaintances in the position of which some of them had died: miss traffic accident, mister
cyanide suicide, little one's mother who smothered her with a favorite pillow. She had seen those,
too. Was it different, now that she had known him?

She closed her eyes and longed for sleep. She could make believe then that it was indeed the
ocean in front of her, the city smells transformed instantly into coastal salt, the murmurs of human
beings diluted into the shouting of seagulls, her dream. He wasn't there, there was no murder,
because animals would never do such things. In a way, she loved, in a way, she hated..

They became carnivorous. The gulls turned to ravens, feeding upon the body of the cute little
white dove, the little bell on it's neck growing, crushing, ringing brazenly like the cemetary bell
inside a Christian church. It moved as if alive with the tearing and crunching of it's body, ringing
silently, a plea in death to stop the terror. It was in her hands.. eating away her hands. She
opened her eyes and dropped the corpse in horror, the splash sending creeping towers of the
pretend ocean towards her face, and she jerked away on instinct. A fault, the fault was hers, then.

"Subaru.. I feel for you.." she said quietly to him.

Looking to the place where the two of them had departed, Hokuto wondered where they had gone.

/ Etes-vous etrange? /

FINITION PROVISOIRE

One day, the author was thinking about Hokuto going on a murder spree. So she took
the kotoris instead. : )