Disclaimer: Don't own them. They own me.
A/N: I've written this a while back, and I'm a bit insecure about it. Review, please?
Nibelheim burns.
The flames flare high in the night, painting the dark sky with the colors of destruction, shadowing the stars. The sky is clear, weeping a thousand diamond tears at the horridly breathtaking scenery.
Blue eyes shining from under long lashes, daring, taunting, smug.
Long silver hair weaving in the cold, crystal wind rushing down from the peaks where he knows the reactor is as if in greeting, illuminated by the light of silver and red, he stands on a cliff overlooking the valley.
Motionless.
Red gloved hand balling into a fist, bringing a fire to life that matches that of the blue mako eyes.
Nibelheim burns.
The fire swallows the homes one by one, the flames roaring, twirling in a thousand shades of crimson and gold, dancing over the the roofs like it has a life on its own, scorching, destructive, untameable beauty.
Red hair lit by the light of the just waking morning sun.
So ambiguous, it gives warmth, light, protection, but it burns, destroys too… So captivating it's easy to forget how dangerous it really is, how disorderly, and the cat-like green eyes are fixed on its deadly dance.
Emotionless.
Shining red crown of hair tainted with streaks of ashen grey.
Nibelheim burns.
He watches as the small town is slowly being consumed, turning black, darker than the night surrounding it until only the red of the embers will glow faintly between the remains, and once it's gone, there will be nothing left but ruins and smoke…
Skin, once flawless, ivory skin washed white, fading like the grey of smoke, like the morning mist in the autumn meadows.
He turns and leaves without a backward glance. The night is closing its end and there is still much to do. No past is important on this path, it's only the future that matters.
Thoughtless.
Cool, pale skin marred with warm, bright red…
In the empty darkness of the night, Nibelheim burns.
