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My, my, a thoughtful reviewer reminded me of Ruko O.o Dear god, I almost forgot about her *mortified with self*! So, for that, I thank you. Once I thought about it, I realized I had already planned out her part, though, so it's all good *sigh of relief*. … Since when am I proactive…? Either way! Expect her introduction real soon ;D

Oh, and shout-out to another reviewer who called this little fic of mine a "deep poem". Forgive me if I sound selfish, but I am just relishing in that comment ^^!

And, I had a plot bunny for this here chappy, but then I fell asleep… so I just made another songfic chappy, this one explaining a certain blue-haired girl (this is where things start paralleling *evil laugh*)… Yeah, I'm just lazy like that, but songfics are fun to write, as I've discovered lol


Looking for You in the Sky
Vocaloids gone missing…

Eleventh Absence: Where She Wonders

In the abyss, a deserted castle stands

Wandering her empty abode, the girl's footsteps echoed eerily off the cavern walls. This place was a secret place, and secret it had been for so many a year—until they came. She could not recall their faces or even their voices… only the feeling off their cold hands holding her in place. They've left, though, so once more was her stone castle alone in this endless abyss of a forest which stretched beyond the eye's sight, disappearing overtop the horizon no matter how hard she peered from the highest of perches.

A small sigh is lost in the sound of rain

For some reason, this girl felt as though her cavern-castle wasn't always this way, even before they intruded. Every now and then, when the rain was soft like a melodic tune, she liked to stare out at that endless horizon as it was veiled in misty fog. She couldn't help but sigh forlornly, even if there was no one to hear and subsequently comfort the lonesome girl.

My blood that causes disturbance is doomed

She knew not why, for so long, she was alone in here, nor did she try to remember, anymore. They called her "monster". Every time she looked back, every recollection was tainted with insults as such: "inhuman", "different", "unreal", "disastrous", and, most recently, "beastly".

She didn't know why everyone seemed to hate her, just that she hated them back. She didn't know why they'd banished her to this place—or so she told herself—just that she wanted only to banish them away from it, from her, forever. She didn't know, she didn't know, she didn't know! And for this lack of knowledge as to the evil of her being, of her blood, the girl of teal hair was doomed.

My hometown is far from me

And when this feeling became so powerful she'd feel herself fading into the depths of total insanity, a memory would flash of contented laughter and a warm hand in her own: her home. It was so far away—Too far away. She knew not of where it was, or even when! It was unobtainable to this girl in invisible chains.

My bound body shivers

Always was she shivering, frozen with numbness, loneliness, untold grief. It shook in those invisible shackles, air rattling like the metal chains which did not physically exist around her ankles and wrists.

A wildfire illuminates my eyes

This had been the teal girl's life for so long, she soon believed there had never been anything but; until, with a flash of bright, she began to question this abyssful decree.

I'm a caged baby dragon

Despite the ancient feeling set in her bones, she knew she was but a child who knew absolutely nothing. Despite the lack of physical bindings or rope-pinioned limbs, she knew she was bound, caged.

I howl with my hoarse voice

Screams echoed so hollowly off the stone walls, just like cries and collapsing forms, yet scream she did. In hate. In anger. In frustration. In sadness. In loneliness. In solitude. Her voice grew so hoarse, throat flaming like that flash of bright. Her songs were nowhere near as beautiful as that flash's despairing wails tinted with hope.

But I can't burn down what's binding me

She knew why this was. It was because that howl had Hope on her side, while this caged baby dragon did not. So long ago, she'd come to realize there was no chance of escaping and thenceforth gave up trying to; there was no escape. No longer was it them armed with steel and bronze jabbing her back within, yet still, she was bound. Fire could not burn stone.

If inherited power could arise
Who'd I give my bloody kiss in the dark

A lingering power beneath the skin, in the blood, she could sense. It was untapped, however; caged just like she in imaginary chains.

Even so—! Could she not but imagine a world in which these bindings were not so? Oh, how she longed to give one other than herself a kind word or gentle caress across scarred flesh. A kiss to her true love who did not exist, powerful like her blood, dark like her soul.

Why am I here?

The teal-haired girl once found herself asking why she was here. That time was past, though. Questioning the way things were only resulted in more agony, that of which she longed for nothing more than to escape.

Will I decay even unable to give what they want?

What would happen if she died? That was a more recent drifting of the mind. If she died, would her "monster" flesh decay like other living things? Or was she already dead and un-decaying? All they seemed to want was for her to go away forever. Perhaps, if she were to disappear into the depths of Hell, they'd leave her be for good. But, if she was already dead, then this wasn't possible. … She simply didn't know…

The end of sin for living

Every time they came, her feeling of already being dead was always reinforced. So was her desire to die. Was this how sinners felt…?

I'm a caged baby dragon

All these contradictions left her mind all the more wound up in chains and ropes which spliced into her psyche.

I've been waiting for the day I'll be released

All this passing time in suffering, sometimes she wondered why she did it. Perhaps… she was waiting for something—for someone. To end this pain. To end this isolation! To release her from this Hell. As more and more time passed, she waited for nothing, or perhaps this something, endless increments ticking by.

If I my un-plumed wings grow

Sometimes, when she'd stare out at that endless horizon-forest, a bird would flit by on feathered wingtips and lyrical caws. She wanted to fly with them, oh, so badly. Her wings were bound in her psyche, untapped and unknown. Perhaps, one day far from now, they would sprout and grow and grow and grow!

I'll rip everything into pieces and fly away

Oh! how she'd destroy this heartless prison of hers with glee. Oh! how she'd fly, fly away to the end of that forest-horizon and beyond.

Every time I cut down the thorny forest

These thoughts were thorns in her numbness to which she'd find herself splicing down every time the future grew to bright and unreal—

I remember that...

—and then find herself sad that she had as a memory flitted through of when she had soared through an endless blue backdrop of hope and happiness…


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This songfic was to "Caged Baby Dragon" by Megurine Luka. Hee hee ^^ It connects with the story so well for so many reasons…

Oh, and sorry 'bout another huge blank space ^^' It's goin' on with just 'bout—okay, all my stories right now… Don't know why I haven't been writing O.o Just haven't

Thoughts? Comments? Confusion?