K+ at worse for mentionings of...things...
Zaruru-centric
Title:Three-point Shuriken
Summery: Just a bit of musing...this is an old drabble from Dec of 2007
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It was once a long time to find the time and numbers; it used to take hours and hours for logging in. But now it's easy, and he can flick the switch on and off now, their starting up again and he ponders on how it's just too easy.
The connection is never broken; he scans the world thoroughly, sensing light in numbers and heat with sensors. His equilibrium is never off, and the statistics roll in nicely next to his paycheck.
He remembers the first few missions, introduction and his first- meager paycheck, the crude smiles and his mother's face. Then there came more and more as he grew faster and stronger.
Those memories are thick and gooey with his fear and fate. The long, dark nights of wandering as a child, for a place to sleep, her soft skin and bruised arms, the teary eyes and patient faces, the spattering of colorful sky during the evening.
They look back at him, those eyes, wide and sad and happy, yet not at all there. His father smiles back peacefully at him, even though it's a her.
And whenever he looks, the emotions can't stay in. The love and fear of losing them, just hurts inside.
Hmm...the oranges are on sale if you know what I'm refering to. The nod at hem. is Boogiman's fault.
