Reverie
Black Lagoon and its characters © Rei Hiroe
There were some times she couldn't believe that this life was a reality.
Shenhua remembered the scent of smoke, an unbearable stinging in her side, red silk soaked with blood, a vision of flames at midnight. Shenhua also remembered a trenchcoat and silver hair, silver rings on an outstretched hand, a calm and cool expression accentuated by sunglasses, the light of the stars piercing through the dark sky. Above all, Shenhua remembered herself and Sawyer being carried away into the night by a Wizard.
A Wizard? A Wizard? She knew what that word meant. It was a being of fiction, a powerful magician, a sorcerer. It was a title sometimes associated with cleverness and unmatched skill, but more often it was a term affiliated with magic, fantasy. Shenhua did not believe in fairy tales. How had she been rescued by something that came from a world she had abandoned so long ago?
Work and play had always been separate. Before that night, she hadn't bothered with bonding or feeling a sense of genuine camaraderie in the field. That had certainly been evident when she hadn't really cared when she found out Leigarch overdosed and wound up living with a nurse in a special home.
She certainly didn't think her life would have ever turned out the way it had. Never did she think that a bond would arise from a failed job. Never did she think that she would have the same companions that shared both her professional and personal life. Never did she think she would feel so content in the company of two people who contrasted from her own self-image as a villain. Certainly, never did she think she would witness the sight of a petite, ghost-like woman and a tall, silver haired man playing video games on her couch. But all those things had happened. It was almost surreal to her, something akin to a dream.
As Rotton's moniker suddenly came to mind, Shenhua couldn't help but smile. Perhaps the man really was a Wizard after all.
THE END
A/N: Been writing a lot of angst lately. I felt like taking a break for a couple of minutes and writing something short and sweet.
Even when the story is completely innocent, there always seems to be a romantic undertone whenever I write a fiction with these three. Hmm...
Cheers.
