A/N: Somehow, Kiko grew in my chracter rankings with ep 9. This fact scares me. On another note, my computer is screwing up lately so expect delays.
Inspiration: "The Call" by Regina Spektor from the Prince Caspian soundtrack. 3
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It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word...
the actor----
Plans, plans, plans. Plans and plots to rescue her bounced through his head like the train on the tracks. He was finally headed back to Tokyo...to where they met. A pain radiated from his heart, the little of one he had. Since he had met her, strived to protect her, that concrete heart had cracked...
The scenery passed by like the days he spent with her. Those days at the beach, running from the Syndicate...he had never seen her anywhere close to happy but in those times. Sometimes he swore a real smile pulled at the edge of her lips, and that her blind eyes saw the world for the beauty it really was.
Yes, that girl had truly thawed his cold heart. She had broken the stone chains, shattered the glass that surrounded it...
She truly broke his heart, but in a good way.
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
----the pianist
Floating in nothingness, but it was nothing close to ecstacy. No where near how she felt with him. Izanami is what they called her. She had heard them. Didn't they understand? Didn't they get it? She wasn't just a Doll since she met him...she wasn't just a person, just Yin...she felt like Kirsi. Like when her fingers would dance over the solid ivory in a melodic waltz, creating a piece of poetry in the air.
Didn't they get it? She wasn't just a something. She felt, she moved, she breathed, she lived. Izanami and Izanagi was not how her story would end. She could change it, alter it, fix it. Maybe she could keep one half of his promise...because to promise to someone, that person must be alive.
She'd keep on going, she'd resist, just for him and only him. The one who wrapped her bleeding heart in bandages those starry nights, watching those beautiful lies.
Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war...
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye...
A/N: Go listen to that song right now :v Like, a commandment. Thou shalt hear that song. -shot'd-