Warning: This story is eventually going to be a yaoi story containing all the things one would expect from such a story. If you aren't into the afore mentioned please don't read! Flames will be used to roast marshmellows while I write new chapters. For those who do read please enjoy

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann belongs to Gainax


The moon over the water made the whole picture look surreal. That really is a good word to describe the situation. The way the reflection of the rising orb and the waking stars made the water turn into a lovely translucent mirror, making the whole expanse look like endless space. The scene was beautiful, but the memories this isolated island held were bittersweet.

From the top window of a small home that over looked the sea a solitary figure sat transfixed on the window's sill. The figure's single, visible golden eye stared across the expanse that lay open in front of it. The intense color of the eye was only made fiercer by the tears that had accumulated in its corner. The eye shifted back and forth between the moon, stars, and water, old memories flooding through the brain as the eyes brought their information to it.

The figure's eyes were not the only things working. They listened attentively to the waves die on the rocks below. Other sounds drifted through the air, but some where only replays of by gotten events. The figures airs perked up as a soft breeze began to blow, tender words seeming to come along for the lonely journey.

'Viral, I'm so sorry.' The figure tensed as the wind seemed to speak his name; to whisper him a gentle apology. As the breeze came by it ruffled the blond hair, and was slowly grabbed at by a large, gray paw. Sadly, the wind cannot be captured. It slid away as quickly as it came taking its sad voices with it.

"General Adiane," Viral breathed in a low voice. The wind seemed to speak in her voice, and yet it abandoned him, just as Adiane had done. He stared in the direction that the wind had fleeted to until the calling of some lonely bird far off in the dark jungle brought him back around. Stupid birds, they only made him think of others who had left him behind.

"General Cytomander," he said in an equally sad timbre, or perhaps one that made the bird's call seem warm and friendly. Damn, he must have been getting really lonely if he was starting to miss a pedophile like Cytomander. What next, was he going to see an armadillo and fall to his knees wailing over General Guame? And why was it that he was still using such honorifics when his superiors were no where around to hear them? Why was he even sad? They had abandoned him after all. And now here he was, all alone, wishing that someone would come back for him, or that someone else would find him. Uh, all of this thinking was making his head pound.

The young beastman stretched his limbs and hopped down from the window sill. It was late in the night and he was ready to sleep, the one thing that could alleviate his crushing loneliness. Without even a second thought to the matter he pulled his clothes off and threw them aside leaving his boxers as the only clothing for the night.

He let out a yawn as he lethargically and somewhat mechanically moved his limbs toward the bed. He sat down on the bed with a pronounced 'plop' and let out a long sigh followed by a chuckle. He slowly lifted his head so that his eyes met those of his reflection, which still stared mercilessly back at him, even after he tried to change its face.

"You know what they say, when you sigh you lose happiness," his reflection growled. Even though he knew the sound had come from his own throat it always seemed like those snide remarks always came from the Viral in the mirror. His smiled widened as he lay back into the nest of blankets he had made for himself upon his 'arrival' at this god forsaken rock on the edge of the Earth. He quickly pulled a few of the blankets over him and snuggled into their softness. It was true, this was the last place he felt safe, the last place where he could pretend there were others around him. Once he was comfortable his eyes once again met those of his seemingly grinning reflection.

"Well, maybe there's no more happiness left to lose."


AN: Well I really have no clue right now where this story is going, but hopefully I'll figure it out soon so that I can write more! Sorry for the fact that this is really short... and sorry if the mirror thing is confusing. Hopefully later in the story that will make sense. See ya guys later!