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-NOW IT CAN BE TOLD-
All the world's greatest lovers have been glorified
History placed them in a romantic set
In between book covers they are side by side
But the real thing hasn't been written yet.
Now it can be told
Told in all its glory
Now that we have met
The world may know the sentimental story
The greatest romance they ever knew
Is waiting to be unfold
Now it can be told
As an inspiration
Every other tale of boy meets girl is just an imitation.
The great love story
Has never been told before
But now…
It can be told.
Day one - 6th August
Theme: Culture
/The day I saw those eyes\
As every wonderful celebration, they start with a very welcoming parade. The hundreds of people marching, walking, watching, cheering and whatever they always do, can be observed as the lively streets sparks with enjoyment. That marks the first day of the one week celebration in that particular town. Being the one who records history, the one blessed or cursed, it depends on how you see it, with a photographic memory; I know too well the types of faces that always show themselves on lively events like this.
Town after town, city after city, where ever the Panda goes, I follow seeing I am the junior Bookmen. Though at this particular town, among all those lively faces, full with enjoyment, happiness and high spirit, my eye caught something strange. It's not so strange though, but it was just out of place. I can't really describe it but…
Before I knew it, I was heading towards the said abnormality. I passed all the people wearing such eccentric, designed celebration costumes. The Festival culture in this place was that, the locals need to wear a mask, designed explicitly and it must be handmade too. The mask covered their whole face except their eyes, while they wore a one color robe that covers their body from head to toe, the robe embedded with small fake jewels, gems and crystals. Naturally, even if I am not able to see their faces, I can still read the feelings they have from their eyes and behaviors.
Finally, I made it through the local crowd that was intended for visitors of other places, I was one of them and I did came here to observe the way the culture of this town works – even if it bores me. However, now the one thing that caught my attention was the small figure that was standing, isolated from the others, a figure wearing a spotless white robe decorated with some furs of sorts.
What attracted me to him wasn't the strange color of the robe that doesn't radiates any colorful lively emotions that was supposed to be radiated during any carnival but rather the aura the figure gives. It was so full of… I can't actually find a word for it through all my memories and book readings. To me, being a bookmen, (okay, I'm still a junior but still…) it was unsettling that I don't know how to describe that one thing. I was suppose to know every single way a human would act according to history and their personality and I definitely can observe and tell what the thing is just be a glance but this time, I can't and it was unnerving me.
Then, there I was, standing behind the said figure. He, I assume since the body outline seemed like it, was facing his back towards me like the first time I saw him. Yes, I haven't seen his face, or in this case mask. So, putting my bookman personality aside, I placed my hand on the boy's shoulder. Again, I assume he is younger than me considering the really huge height difference.
At the moment my palm made contact with the fabric, I feel a strange feeling of jolt of electricity. This was quite weird. I didn't have time to think more about it as the boy turned around and I was faced with a silver decorated mask and unlike the others, the mask he was wearing only covered his eyes. His lips twitched up into a smile and I have no clue why but I was suddenly glad that he wasn't wearing any mask when I saw his smile.
"Are you a visitor here too?" the boy asked, his voice was polite and it sounded so innocent. And what did he meant by the word 'too'? Was he not a local here??
"Hey there!" I cracked a grin that was adapted for this kind of situation and I was sure I was using my friendly tone. "Yeah, I am! I like your costume, it's so unique." Oh, and I wasn't lying when I said that.
I mean look at him. He was wearing a white robe embedded with some pale colored jewels and gems ah and did I mention, the white fabric had almost a similar color with his hair? , he was also wearing a silver mask which was different from the others and there was a red tattoo – at least it seemed like a tattoo – running down his left side of the face. Upon further observation, I can tell that the red marking started with an inverted shaped pentagon on the boy's forehead and ended with a streak of line at the end of his cheek.
The boy's smile widened but it didn't brighten though, I noticed that.
"Thanks…" His didn't sound thankful at all, it was as if he was merely saying it out of politeness, "but I got the mask wrong it seems…"
"That's what made you different!" When I mentioned the word different, his pale blue eyes looked startled. "So, I assume this is your first time?"
"Actually, I'm just a passerby in this city. I just joined in the festivity."
I arched an eyebrow. "You're a visitor here too?? Then why did you join??"
The boy smiled widened even more that made his eyes closed and still, he didn't brighten up. It was as if his actions were not in co-ordination with his true emotions. Then I just realized it myself, I was feeling a bit frustrated… but why?
"Uh…" he looked down, his white bangs covering his eyes, "There's a feast later on and the participants are allowed to eat as much as they want for free…" At this I can see slight blush tinted the boy's cheek and it was clearly visible when he looked back up to me with a childish innocent smile and eyes. "So…"
"You're just aiming for free food?" I laughed and the boy blushed even more. I was actually enjoying the short time I had with him. At the back of my mind though, the reason why I approached him surfaced itself but I didn't really care for the moment. Besides, the old man was checking at some other parts of the place so I'm able to go wander around freely, no?
"D-Don't laugh!!" the white haired face was red as a tomato now. It appears that the subject of him going for food embarrassed him.
"Aww… Then, I can eat with you?" I teased cheekily. For some reason, seeing the boy blush made me feel… Stop. I'm a bookman and I can't feel that kind of emotion. Bookman doesn't have a heart after all.
The other's reaction was, I have to admit, cute. He pouted and crossed his arms. "If you want but you are paying for your own food. I'm not letting you have mine."
At that I let out another laugh. Finally, this boy was showing his true self and his over-politeness earlier on, seemed to have disappeared a bit.
"I'm Lavi by the way," I introduced myself as I held out a hand in a carefree manner and the boy shook it with his right hand. The moment his hand touched mine, something stirred inside me.
"You can call me Allen," he let go of my hand, for unknown reason, I felt a bit disappointed. "The feast will be starting from noon till sunset. There's quite a lot of food, as I've heard and people will be crowding to come. So, it's best we stay on hold at the place."
I looked at the time. "Whoa. Two hours till lunch! The place has to be empty still! And I don't think the food is even prepared yet!"
Allen, as he introduced himself, stared back at me. The grayish blue orbs were emitting something a keen to a disbelieving and disagreeing stare. A bead of sweat ran down my temple at the high concentration of seriousness in his eyes.
"The food will be finished if you keep that attitude up," was the only thing he said as the white haired boy turned around. I followed.
I had to say, the kid was weird. I can't begin to actually understand him. At first, he was acting polite and then, he was acting like how adolescents do most of the time and his smiles… they were fake. Above all that, I can't still discard the weird thing I was experiencing in my chest. It can't be those kinds of emotions, now can it? After all…
"Bookmen are not suppose to have any heart." I muttered under my breath.
/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\!End of day one!/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\|/|\
Zuenira: Thanks! But do you have to end it like that?? Can't you make it longer?
Azure: Be grateful I was even writing this. Now, explain to them how this story works while I continue on the story I am suppose to write.
Zuenira: aww… Any who, this is for Laven week! ^^ Though, it's not that good since my brother was the one writing it. I'm useless in this kind of stuffs. The themes = chapters are not separate one-shots; they are linked with one another. So it's the same like a developing love story of some sorts. The opening lyrics earlier on is the one I found that is adapted to this story… or something like that. Basically, if one were to understand the lyric really well (which even I can't so whatev') they might know how the story ends already… assuming that Azure already thought of the ending… did you?
Azure: Stop bugging me. Of course I did. And I'm not making it a hap-
Zuenira: You're not suppose to tell the ending!!
Azure: Whatever, leave me alone. I can't believe I agree on writing this for you.
Zuenira: Seeing that there might be grammar mistakes and so forth since Azure just typed a few minutes before this was posted to this fanfic, I apologize. Yes, he just came up with the whole plot for the whoel themes when I forced him to do this an hour or so ago.
Azure: The life of a brother with a Laven supporter sister… *sighs*
Zuenira: Hey! Didn't you say you were busy?
Azure: I am.
Zuenira: Gah!! This author's notes is long… Sorry for my endless talk… Uh, see you next chapter (?)