Hello people! It's been a while... Anyways... 224 reviews... holy crap. Well, I'm completely undeserving. In other news-- I was reading Xx-Hazelnut-xX's profile (that was so hard to type x.x) and there was quiz...thingie... and it said to type my name with my nose... so I did! It was nifty n.n;
Anyways, now that the 'important' news is out of the way, I'm sorry that this chapter is short, that it sucky and that my muse died over Christmas so the next update will take a long time because I want to be able to actually write and helping my sister write some random other fic-thingie isn't helping my muse or my eardrums and then ela ain't helping and this happens to be the longest excuse I've ever typed up with no breaks in between and if I were speaking I would be blue by now because I don't often talk very fast and I like potatoes x3 ok, I'm done.
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Ichigo could only stay for a while but hours after the strawberry crawled away Karame sat unmoving on the roof, watching the sky shift, filled with grey clouds.
The first few snowflakes to land on her skin went un-noticed but by the time the sky was filled with light flakes of snow and the air was decidedly freezing Karame had cried herself dry and gently pulled Hitomi back into her body.
The cat flexed her fingers, getting used to the body once more and slid down through the window. Ryou was sitting at his computer, staring blankly at the screen when she came in.
He looked up and blinked, "Hitomi… you're eyes are all swollen. Have you been crying?" He asked in confusion, rising to his feet almost grateful for something to occupy his mind.
The girl raised her hand up to one eye and fingered the swollen skin around her emerald eyes absent-mindedly.
"No…" She murmured quietly, the tears, they weren't hers'. But the grief, it was her burden as much as it was Karame's.
Ryou blinked again, clearly confused as Hitomi rested gently on the bed. Dropping her hand to her lap she looked up and tried to smile, "I'm fine," She was lying. And they both knew it.
Relaxing slightly the blonde boy sat next to her, there was a pause then she gripped the cloth over her heart, "It hurts…here…" She said slowly eyes watery with tears of her own.
He placed one hand over hers', "I know," Ryou said slowly, and she looked up with watery eyes. There was a flash and she disappeared beneath his hand to climb onto his lap as a kitten.
He stroked her fur gently and stared out the window, "It's because of love, isn't it?" He asked softly and there was a pause then he felt her head bob slowly in a nod.
He felt his shoulders sag and looked down at the kitten, his fingers still drifting through her white fur. He wanted to say something more but found no words.
So he settled for sitting there for a few hours until the cat had fallen asleep before climbed onto the roof himself and staring off at the deep red sunset.
He stretched a hand in front of him, barely blocking out the crimson horizon, and stared at it. Why did it ache, ever so slightly inside?
He let his hand drop and find his pocket. The wind slithered through his hair and slid over his skin like a snake. He sighed and turned away, even the wind held no comfort for him that day.
Days passed, and the two slid back into their daily routine as if nothing happened, Hitomi's smile never seemed to die as if she lived in bliss everyday. It actually made him feel slightly sad that she would choke back tears to simply smile at the world.
New Year's came and went uneventful, and on a Saturday afternoon, when it was bitter even for winter, Karame slipped away from the café.
She stepped into the field, her foot sinking an inch through thick, frosty snow. Her heart panged at the site of the small valley covered in a snow that killed off the beautiful flowers and tall slim grass.
She passed through the snowy field slowly, letting her fingers drift over the frosty corpses of wildflowers that had once held their head so high. By the time she reached the other side her shoes were damp and the sun was beginning to tire.
She climbed up into a large tree careful of its' slippery branches of half-melted snow and glittering frost. She climbed up into the highest branches and sat there, the warm material of her pale blue dress dampening from the frost on her perch.
She leaned against the trunk and sighed. A flock of bird replied with their own soft song as they soared above, swooping through the grey clouds.
The sun was just beginning to paint the horizon brilliant hues of red, orange, and pink when he came. Stopping over a nearby branch to watch the same sunset with distant golden eyes.
"I want to be perfect…for you," Karame said slowly as the sun seeped into the painting it had made, lighting it up with a new light, "Even though… it hurts to be with you,"
He couldn't act as if these words meant nothing to him, as much as he could refuse not to react to them so he placed a careful hand on her shoulder and sat next to her.
She smiled gently at him and turned back to the dying sun bathed in its' ruby red blood. The sky darkened as a small handful of stars glittered nervously and the moon drifted up slowly, a large orb of bright silver light that almost extinguished the stars.
The sun managed one last ray of its' essence to waver in the air and set one last patch of snow on fire, dancing in deep orange light and shining for all it was worth. Slowly even that small light went out.
The two didn't move, staring out at the dim night shining lightly in the moonlight, a few birds passing by, thin sheets of clouds gliding slowly across the velvet sky.
It was peaceful, sitting in silence and watching the world so few knew pass them by as if they didn't exist. By the time Karame was beginning to doze off the earliest ray of the morning sun was warming her back.
At last words were spoken, "Thank you…" Kish muttered as a lone bird circled above crying its' heart out. The blonde smiled at this, a soft, lingering smile that made her jade eyes dance.
The large black shadow walked down the street, through the thinning groups of people that were on their way home during twilight.
None of the people around it saw the looming panther but unconsciously without, even knowing why, people drew back from it, stepping to the side to avoid walking into it.
In the beginning, confused and new to the feeling, the shadow had felt lonely and sad at the realization that all those happy people around it avoided it like the plague.
But as time passed achingly slow loneliness grew into hurt and sadness grew into anger. It began to lash out at those around it, as they sidestepped it unknowingly people collided with others, fell, strayed into the way of cars and died.
There was a feeling of satisfaction that came with watching the humans suffer. But then the need started. A want for this fragile life once more, an ache to be seen, to be heard to leave an impact on the world.
More anger came from this, giving it unstable brief moments of solid form, but they were fleeting moments that brought a greater ache for it.
Anger and hatred wove into its' existence and it fought its' bonds harder and harder, wanting even a day of life again.
But then… She felt none of that. It wanted her to suffer, blinded by anger but at the same time it knew, even if it was small, unrecognized knowledge, that She could help it.
Never. Death was what She'd get. She would be trapped like it, bound by unbreakable chains. And then it would watch as She fought the hopeless battle for freedom.
Yes. Short, uneventful and... just downright pitiful. I did warn you. Ah well... Thanks to Silver Artic Wolf I have not one but TWO cases to place donations in! A violin case and flute case (you may want to refer to SAW(too lazy to type out your name... hey your new nickname's saw! hee hee!) last review to see which is which-there is a difference and I'm too lazy to type it, but not too lazy to write all this in brakets... my logic is flawed...) So please leave a review, because if you imagine handing in a donation I won't actually know and then doesn't that defeat the purpose? (this is the longest ending note ever(to me)) n.n