I'm back! This fic should have more conversation since Sol and Ky are going to meet up. I'll try to throw in some more comical scenes, because Kami knows I can't stay serious to save my life. I decided to change view point from time to time.
Warning : Very mild lime. More like indication because I, in no way, get graphic. Also, sap is everywhere. YOu might want to break out the milk cause I know from experience that sap can be as bad as peanut butter.
Also : I have changed the rating a bit because of the lime, even though it is mild, because I believe it is a little necessary. (pokes tumbleweed)
€~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry
Book Two ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~€
~ Brest, France ~
After a few hours I had arrived at the old home of Raiu's parents. I actually remember it quite well. Nothing had seemed to change and the house looked perfect. It had been a very long time since I had walked these streets. Names have been forgotten and stores have been closed along these roads, but my body still remembers. I almost do not know why; I had only once come in the vicinity of the house and I had never entered it. I went to the side door and knocked. It was about noon so I was sure he was having croissants or something frenchy like that.
He opened the door and a gust of sweet smelling air hit my face. It smelled like tea. Go figure little Kiske would be drinking tea. That teacup collection of his must come in handy. He wasn't wearing his uniform and I shouldn't have thought this odd, but this is the boy I'm talking about here. He was in jeans. Blue, all American, nowhere near fancy, JEANS! I could have died if it weren't for the fact that would've been rude. Then again, since when did I ever give a shit about being rude. But, because he is such a loyal little one, he was wearing the top to his uniform with those exposed shoulders and belts.
" Bonjour, Sol." He said to me a little gloomily and that told me his sleep hadn't been that great.
" Salut, Kiske." I replied plainly and he moved back, allowing me in. This was the first time I had ever entered this house but it didn't feel odd to me. Probably because it had the same calming smell as Raiu. I walked in and he directed me to a seat at the table and I sat down. He sat on the other side and finished off his tea.
" Est-ce que vous voulez du thé, Sol?" He gestured with his right hand towards the elaborate blue pot. It looked as if it were porcelain.
" Non, merci." I shook my head slowly. I sat back a little and watched the boy put away his dishes after cleaning them. It was amazing for me; That the little boy I left so long ago had not really changed at all. I watched him for a while and noticed that his aura had not changed at all, which led me to believe that he had not grown up very well. I looked out the window to see the Star Gazers blooming. I remember these flowers from long ago.
" Sol?" I jerked my head in his direction and looked at him. He seemed sad; I think that Raiu's diary might have revealed too much for him to handle. Oh God, especially if it was his last one. He sat back at the table and I watched him. He didn't seem 27 this way. He felt as old as when I had left him. He still had a cute pout and the ability to draw emotions from me. I had to admit to myself that i did not want to tell him his past.
" Yes, boy?" I said that on purpose but without any true brusque tones to it. I had done so to arouse the boy but it had not worked. He intertwined his fingers and leaned on them with his elbows on the table. Well, what kind of manners are those, boy? Aren't you French? What is wrong with you? Yet, I knew that was not it in the slightest. His eyes were down cast and he wouldn't even look at me. I guess that's his pride being hurt. Having to call me in order to get answers about himself. I would have smirked if not for my own emotions telling me to be kind to him; Raiu's lost little boy.
" I read the first diary," He said dolefully and slow. " It held information about you in it..." I had to hold back a smart remark but I lived. He shifted a bit and finally looked at me. His eyes weren't cold and he didn't try to hide anything. As if he could hide from me. I have been around too long to know when people are hiding from me, especially the boy. " Sol, what was your relationship with my father?"
" Your father? I didn't know your father." My heart was becoming a bit heavy. I had not wanted to tell him this EVER, but knew it would be a sin not to tell him. Even if he was not prepared for it. He gave me a slightly quizzical look. " Yes, you obviously have not read the rest of your father's diaries. " Listen Ky," I used his name for affect. " Raiu Jasonson was not your father." I looked out of the window as the child's brain started to process the possibilities to why I would say such a thing.
" Sol, why would you...?" He cut himself off. I turned back to him. My eyes were only half open, as if I were truly tired.
" Ky," I turned fully to him and gained his full attention. " You are not Raiu's biological son. In other American words you are an illegitimate child." I had wanted to say something much coarser but for the boy, how could I shatter his world with cruelty? Especially when I had cared very much for his family. Well, what is considered caring on the scale of a gear? He was in shock. He had figured it out. No, he had not been adopted, and no he was in no true blood way related to Raiu.
" Had... had, my sister?" He held himself in a dispiriting sadness. I hated myself for a few moments for telling him. Now he really looked like a child.
" No, your sister was the product of your mother and Raiu." I said quiet deadly. Hey, give me a prize. I have succeeded in totally shattering any holy illumination that the boy had of his family.
"... I am a bastard?" The question was more to himself than to me, but I answered anyway.
" Yeah, basically." I closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them the little thing (1) was on the verge of crying. I would have originally thought that he was being a little pansy, but I knew that wasn't it. Kiske lived a very religious life. For him, it was hard to think that his parents had not lived happily together, completely satisfied with one another. The Bible had not helped his mentality either. Hell, in the Bible, it is considered adultery to even look upon another with lust, let alone actually doing the act. As I had known, the boy strived to live his life by the Bible. Just like the rest of the Seikishidan, but even more. I think that it was one of the few things that kept him afloat.
" How did it happen?" The boy didn't really want an answer by his downcast tone but I think his curiosity was getting the best of him. Then again, could anyone blame him? He had only had a family for a couple of years.
" Well, actually, I was only skipping though when I met you, but as for your birth. All I know from Raiu is that you were born and he knew from the word go that you were not his son. I am not sure how much you remember, but your sister was always with you. Do you remember that?" He nodded at me and I saw his eyes water. Man, boy, do not cry in front of me. That is the thing I hate most in the world. " Well, you sister had protected you form knowing the truth, as did the rest of your family, but your sister took it upon herself to clear any of your mothers influences. Don't think that you two were not related; she is your sister by half blood. Méloné had loved you so much, that she didn't want any of your mother's bad qualities to rub off. I think she succeeded."
" Oh, then who is my real father?" He said though his mood remained unchanged.
" Geez, what was his name again? God, I think it was, Sébastien. Yes, that's his name. Hell, kid, I have no clue if he is still alive." I shrugged.
" Do I look like him?" He said unchanging.
" Yeah, I saw the guy often, and you look a lot like him." I tried to sound laid back though in reality I very much wanted to believe that bastard to be dead.
" You saw him often?" He sat back with his chin damn near in his chest.
" Yeah, he often tried to see you. But your sister, being protective as she is, was always on the lookout. I helped her out at times because I liked you. I liked your sister too, so I talked to her often and since she was always with you, I saw you often as well." he looked up at me.
" You helped her?" He said looking at me with heavy eyes.
" Sure I did. Like I said, I liked you and I was fond of you so I didn't want that bastard near you." I shifted and leaned on the table. " Listen, Kiske, when you were young, our relationship was much different."
" I do not remember you." He rubbed his head.
" Yeah, I know, Kliff told me about your little accident. Plus, when I went to see you, you never knew I was watching. I didn't want you to know at that time. You were pretty upset when I left you the first time." He looked straight at me and I blinked. " Yeah, I had taken you to the church when you had been orphaned.
" So it was YOU!" I almost jumped by the raise in his voice. " Now I remember. Sol, why did you not say anything when we first met again in the Seikishidan?" He was livelier now. That was a relief.
" Well, we really didn't meet on friendly terms now did we?" I raised an eyebrow.
" Well, no, but you could have said something." That pitiful look on his face had finally vanished. I smiled at him.
" I'm here now, ain't I boy?" He nodded and seems relieved. " Plus, after that book whacked you on the head, you forgot a lot. Hell, do you remember your mother?
" Yeah, but only a little."
" Hell, don't worry kid, there isn't much to remember of her. She was an unimportant factor of your life anyway. Plus, your dad, Raiu, wouldn't allow you to be near her since he had grown to dislike her." I shrugged again and sat back even more. Listen Ky; as for your real father… forget he existed. He's not important and he was too much of a wuss to claim you anyway. He deserves to be forgotten."
" Is he dead?" He leaned forward in childish curiosity. He was getting over the news. That was good.
" Fuck, I have no clue, but I'm kinda hoping he is because I never want him in your presence." I almost smacked myself; I couldn't believe I had said something like that to him. But didn't that prove that I still cared about Kiske, though I had tried to forget. I figured if he was happy with his life then there was no need to worry about him any longer. He was a grown man, no matter how much he just wanted to be a child.
" Um, Sol, I was wondering. I know I am prying, but what was your relationship with my father?" I blinked at the question. My mind had gone blank in a second. My relationship with Raiu? Hell, boy, you do not want to know.
" Trust me, you don't want to know." I half rolled my eyes.
" So, it was like that."
" Like what?" I raised an eyebrow. So he wasn't as naive as I had thought. Well, that was good.
" My father was fonder of you than he should have been. Was he not?" I nodded to him. " Sol, I would have never taken you to be a homosexual." I almost choked on my air. I laughed at the boy. It was a long and hard laugh that left him puzzled and a bit shy. I was confusing him. " Was, I wrong?" he meekly put his hands on his lap. When I gained control I answered him.
" Yes, and no, boy." He blinked a question at me. " Well, let me put it this way. As a gear, my thinking pattern and body are different. That much I'm sure you guessed. You see, my emotions are much different than when I was a human. I do not have this drive that you experience. I have no fear of being an outcast by society since I have been for years. It's like this boy; I am a gear. I do not have the gender barrier you have. In fact, for years on end, I had not thought of love or any of its accursed relatives. So for me, Raiu's affections were purely emotionally based."
" They were?" He moved the hair out of his face.
" Yes, none of that French lovey dovey, Paris: City of love, shit." I laughed a bit more. " He knew how I felt, none of those dramatic moments. Sorry, so I don't really have some daring love story to tell you." I was simmering to a chuckle now.
" Then what about my mother." He was getting serious again." What was she to him, if he loved you?"
" Oh, her? Oh, he loved her at first. Really he did. " I put my hands up in slight defense. " The only problem is she's a cheating bitch. So of course his fondness for her faded."
" Then why did he stay with her?"
" Oh," I was a bit surprised at the question. " For you and your sister, of course. He wanted to give you a normal life, so he stayed with her. Ah, " I looked fondly out the window. " How he did love you two though. I did as well. I couldn't blame him. You and your sister were so cute together. And you were obedient to her every whim. I think she would have made a great mother if she had lived."
" You really thought that much of us?" He was stern like usual. Seems someone had pushed that petrified log back up his ass, Oh well.
" Of course I did, boy. You were like family to me. I mean, between Raiu and your Sister. Heh, Méloné, that little girl had spunk and guts, just like her father. Man, it's amazing what traits are passed on. You, on the other hand, I have a feeling you act like someone from the church." I stood up. " Now, where are Raiu's diaries? Might as well read the rest of them."
" I will go get them." He said getting up and walking past me and up the stairs. I sat down and leaned back. This was going to be interesting to say the least. He returned with all three books. Raiu had told me about them. Each one only held a time frame of his life: the first one was when he was young, the second when he was a teen, and the third when he was an adult. The boy sat down and took out the second one putting the others to the side.
" The first one contains a lot about how my father hated his new family. It is se one that mentions you. This one, " he held up the second. it was black with a pentagram in it. " is new to me. I have not read it yet."
" Then by all means read it to me, Boy." I got comfortable. It was story time. I figure I knew half of what was in the second book and almost all that was in the third. The second one was mostly about Céline and his adventures with Yves and Hector. Those two boys, Yves (2) and Hector, were always getting in and out of trouble. They had a thing for blowing shit up and then getting into deep trouble for it. At the very least they were imaginative. At this time in Raiu's life he was studying languages for his future career. He also had taken a liking to Star Gazers at this time, and other assorted flowers. It was because the wench Céline had entered his life. Her favorite flower was the Star Gazer. The interesting part of this was when it got to me, of course. On top of even that, it mentions Sébastien a couple of times. Now that was fucked up. He had known that two timing wretch since teen hood? Great, who would have thought that his future wife would ditch him for that bastard? On the other hand, I had never liked him anyway.
" To think, my father has known my true father for this long." He was somewhat amazed.
" Boy, I have always hated that bitch, Céline, since the moment I saw her. Little scank..." I muttered.
" So, is that fair of you?" He cocked his head to the side.
" Sure it is! Listen Ky, I know you're young, but after you live as long as I do, you learn. OK? When I was a human, I was just like every other guy, clueless. Women made no sense so I don't even try to figure them out. Then I got with it after about 76 years of life. Women are really in control." I gave him a knowing grin. "Do you think the human race would be around if men were really in control? Hell no! Human men are led by testosterone and have clouded judgment when their honor, pride, or some other fantasy is challenged." I grinned wider. " I've lived a long time boy. Women KNOW what they are doing most of the time. Don't get me wrong, there are girls that are clueless and need brain transplants, but for the most part, they are in control. Male domination is all a tricky illusion, a very pleasant one that they like to keep up. You know what they say, behind every good man, is a good woman."
" Sol!" He huffed finally smiling in amusement.
" What? What? I'm serious! That wench looked sweet on the outside, and I'm sure she was a good person. But there is no way around it. Woman are the most devious, back stabbing, jealous creatures on the earth when they want to be. Sure, men can come damn close, but woman have this odd edge. As if they took a bigger bite of that damn apple. Hell, they probably did."
" Since when have you believed in the Bible?" He said.
" I don't, I'm just speaking in terms that you can understand. I would hate for you to strain your brain." He snorted at the insult and his smile faded. That was ok; I meant to do that. The French can be so anal.
" Sol. Here's one about you, I think. At the very least I see your name." I rolled my eyes.
Date : May 23, 2145
Today was great. EVERYTHING went right. My stepsisters have been married off to some poor saps in a double wedding. I guess that's what happens when you're twins. I'm just so glad that they are out of the house. The only draw back is now there is more time to pay attention to me. I have a feeling the number of diary entries will increase as stress mounts. Oh well. Yves and Hector have finally gotten out of trouble. They had blown their sister's Barbie sky high. Céline has started to pay attention to me a little more. But what makes this day very special is that Sol has finally returned. And nothing has changed about him either. He even still pronounces french the same why. I damn near cried. It had been seven years since I last saw him and I had missed him so much. I think he cut his hair. Well, that doesn't much matter. I introduced him to Hector and Yves and they were asking him questions about being a bounty hunter. I would have thought him to be annoyed but he didn't seem to mind. Even if it did embarrass the hell out of me! Céline didn't like him very much, but she was pleasant and not rude to him in any way. That is good.
+ Raiu
"Well, isn't that cute, boy? I feel all warm inside." I put my hand to my face, pretending to cry. I made a few choking sounds for affect and I SWEAR I heard a snort. I looked up to see a very discontented Kiske. " What, what?' I shrugged.
" You take this so lightly. These are my father's feelings you are laughing at." His eyes narrowed on my headband. " Or are you going to tell me that it is because you are a gear that you can not take pity on it."
" Aw geez, boy," I leaned back." Don't be so stiff. Of course I respect his feelings. That's why I left him." I said and he gave me a bewildered look.
" That is why you left him?" He set the book down. " What do you mean, Sol?"
" Well," A waved my hand in dismissal. " I couldn't very well keep him." I sighed." When I left, I was thinking of his feelings. I'm a gear, boy, a GEAR. The most hated thing on the planet. How, in this world, could I have kept a lover? He would have found out you know. I couldn't keep this secret from him. On top of that, I can't stay in one place as a bounty hunter."
" But, " He leaned forward in protest." He did care for you."
" Sure, sure!" I took a breath and it sounded remorseful to my own ears." You are not seeing it boy. I am ageless as you see me now. I am old. " I laughed." I belong in the fucking LOUVE. He would have aged and died while I would have stayed the same damn way. How could I put that on him? I mean, what about me here? Do you honestly think I wanted to?"
" I..." He gave me a sympathetic look. I knew he understood.
" Yes, boy," I had turned serious. " I had loved him, and while I admit to hating your mother I was happy that he loved her." I sighed heavily. Mushy stuff was just not me, but I felt compelled to make him understand what Raiu was to me. Maybe it was because I was fond of the boy. Maybe it was because of Raiu, and that the boy was his son.
" Shall we read the rest?" He held the book up and I nodded to him. The rest of the Diary held very few details about our encounters, just his feelings about it. I guess he figured there was no point in making it in-depth. All his diary was for was to record his feelings, and I didn't blame him. That's when I noticed a pattern. Every time he met me he had recorded what we had done. Even times I didn't remember, and I had a moderately good memory about Raiu. This led me to remember one very important night. In turn with reviving this memory in my head, I stopped Kiske.
" Woah, boy. Stop there." He looked at me at me perplexed. " There are some things that you do NOT need to read. In fact, the way this is going, you will not WANT to read it."
" But, I want to know everything I can about my father." He almost whined.
" Yeah, well, there are some things that aren't meant to be said aloud. So read on in silence please." I sat back and almost smirked as he continued to read. So the boy read, and read, and read some more. Then he read and made a mighty fine face, I think. He blinked a couple of times, so childlike. Then he looked at me, back to the book, and back to me again. I grinned.
" You... and..." He pointed to the book, " I... how? When did...?" He was not really confused but more of bewildered. He maybe was in shock.
" What are you babbling about, Kiske?" I pretended to be annoyed and rolled my eyes.
" When," He took a breath." did YOU and my father... do, do this!?" He held the book up and I could read it clearly. I chuckled holding back full blow laughter.
" Trust me, we're men, we find time." I laughed and he grew red.
" Find time?! How can you find TIME!? My father was in school! He had a life, and a future girlfriend and wife..." I cut him off in his embarrassed fury
" And a libido like you wouldn't believe!" I left him shocked and smoldering with venomous scorn. He didn't care much for my tone about his father. I guess that's how those pure ones are. His ears were probably hurting like hell. Him and his holy self, but that's how the people of the Seikishidan are, holier than thou. "Anyway kid. It just happened. Alright?" he was calming down.
" Alright..." He closed his eyes and simmered his rage down. In reality, the night I took Raiu was not planned in the slightest. Raiu had showed at my hotel room. I hadn't even known he had followed me.
~ Flash Back ~
I had entered my hotel room after a long day. That kid hadn't changed a bit. Spunky and bratty as ever. The only thing is I think his mouth had gotten smaller than I last remember. Why I liked the boy was beyond me. I had never liked bratty kids before, and the condition he put me in made it even worse. I heard a knock on the door and I said come in immediately. There was nothing to hide. The door opened and there was the kid, looking sad and beaten as he walked in.
" Sol, where are you going?" He looked up at me. I knew what the problem was, and I didn't want to face it but I knew I had to. That's the sad thing with being an adult. You have to take all the responsibility, and if you don't, you look like a fool.
" Boy.... " I sighed and he closed the door, " You don't know who I am." Actually, in reality, he just didn't know WHAT I am.
" But, Sol, I know what you are like." He looked at me with the most pleading eyes and he took hold of my chest belt. He pulled on it a bit trying to make me understand. I understood what he was saying quite clearly. " I don't mean your past, but you as a person." His eyes started to water, and if there is ONE thing humans do that I'm weak to, it's crying. For the love of God, I wish they wouldn't do that. It makes me all mushy and shit. I put my hands on his shoulders and it felt odd to me. My hands were big enough to cup them and hold him steady. He seemed so frail to me, like a china doll. His big green eyes glazed over as he tried to stop himself form crying. As a seventeen-year-old boy, it's pretty embarrassing to cry.
" Raiu," I got his full attention. " I can't stay." I knew I had to be stern with him, even if it was hard. " You know I can't, boy. So, please, for yourself, don't even try to stop me." I said to him and his eyes filled and he cried right there, in front of me and every part of my being. I hadn't felt the emotion of grief in a long time, and I thought that I would not ever feel it again after I was turned into a gear. I never knew I would feel this way so drastically, or at least I never thought it to be over someone ever again. He moved forward leaning his head and resting it on his hand, the one that was still hooked on my belt. I took pity on him, or more of, on myself. I put my arms around him. It took quite a lot of bending down to do so. He wasn't very tall; I would say five feet and six inches. He hadn't grown much since I last saw him.
" Sol... So, I will never see you again?" The smaller boy choked. He slowly turned his head to look up at me and I know I melted. Damn you fucking humans! What the hell did I do that was so wrong that I deserve to be cried at!? I had him in my arms cradling his body. I stroked his hair and cursed his affect on me.
" Yeah, boy. Why not?" I tried to sound humorous.
" It won't be for a long time will it?" He was in a depression of sorts.
" Yeah, that's right, Raiu."
" Then..." I watched in shock as he moved up and kissed me. I was paralyzed for a few seconds before I gave into it and kissed him back. The only problem is, it went from kissing in the middle of the room, to sitting him down on my bed, to stripping him of his clothes, and finally taking his virginity. What the HELL was I thinking? Taking Raiu like that, I should be slapped! I shouldn't have touched the boy. Yes, that was my downfall; I touched him. I knew it was a bad idea, but NO, I couldn't help myself. I just had to touch him. He and his untanned self. The only good thing is that I had not hurt him too badly. He WAS a developing boy and still had some growing to do. However, that's not what I'm really worried about. I'm worried that I will end up emotionally scarring the lad. I mean, I am no romantic but I know that a human's body is a precious thing. The fact that he let me do that to him was beyond me. I thought for sure he would have stopped me, but no, he had wanted it. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he had planned that from the start.
" I'd better go." He sat up in the bed and cringed from the cold. I felt up his back relieving some of the chill. He was cute when he was naked. He looked defenseless and childlike, though to me everyone that looked younger than I was a child. He leaned back kissing me again then went, took a shower, got dressed and left without a second glance. For a second I almost felt like a slut but then I slapped myself. How dare I even think of that. His last kiss WAS his second glance. I know him, he didn't want to see me before he left or he might not have left with so much strength. I sighed and went to sleep only to dream of killing.
~ Flash Forward ~
" Heh..." I relayed my memory to the kid and I think he was starting to feel sorry for me. He always gave me that look when he was conflicting with himself. It was a look that hid most of what it wanted to express, I guess being a gear was still affecting his judgment of me.
" Sol, I would have never though you to be one to love." He whispered.
" Trust me boy, there was no one after or before your father." I started to laugh because I couldn't believe how serious I was being about the entire situation, but I guess that proves that I really did still care greatly about Raiu and his family. Like I've said, I loved Raiu's family. I loved his little girl almost as if she were mine. Deeming I have never had children before. I guess she was the closest I ever had to a daughter.
€~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry
Book Two ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~€
«~ Kiske ~«
In my life I would have never thought that Sol Badguy would have ever loved anything or anyone. He was rude, lazy, and had no respect for anyone! I could not believe that my father had fallen for such a barbarous, street fighting, asshole! i had always tried to strongly believe that there was good in everyone but Sol had been my one exception. Now I know that he is my old mentor of whom I cared dearly about. On top of that he was my father's lover? That was enough for one day. Not only all that, but I was not my fathers blood child. Whose child am I then? I feel so alienated now. I had at first felt the security of having once had a family, and now I know that in reality, I didn't really belong there. I was another man's son. While I can't say I have many found memories of my mother. The ones I have are of a caring and compassionate woman. Now what I want to know is who my real father is, and is he alive?
" Why are you laughing Sol? What is just so funny?!" I was yelling. He stopped for a few seconds and I felt relief but then he started back up and it was harder than before. He even fell off his chair and continued his blasphemous cackling. He was a witch. I knew it! He had to be. This was a serious matter. How could he treat it so lightly?
" Boy!" He continued to laugh and I dug my fingers into the cloth below me.
" I don't see what's so funny! This is my past we are talking about! I know you don't care about my pain but at the very least, in the memory of my father, could you please be serious!" I was almost snarling, I could feel it. He got up so quickly that I had little time to react before I found my chin firmly in his left hand. He face was deadly serious and he had the look of danger on his face.
" Boy, you don't know what pain is." He said still looking into my eyes and making me pay attention. " How about you roam the earth feeling like you don't belong?"
" Sol, I..." I regretted my words.
" Shut the FUCK up, boy!" He slipped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. His gaze was burning me. " What do you know of pain? Yes, you are an orphan; that is painful. I give you that, but let it be known that I am an orphan to the world." I opened my eyes in shock. When he was human? He too was an orphan, and that broke my heart. I didn't struggle with him. I just looked at him, and into his wild eyes. If he had wanted to he could have snapped my neck. I could see his muscles contracting to do so and his hand got tighter. Then it would loosen only to tighten again. He was a gear, and they were born killers as I was taught, but as an ex-human, had he retained so much of his formal self? He had the ability to love, that much I knew, but what about the rest of him?
I looked into his eyes and saw them burning. It was not in hatred but in self-loathing. So even as a gear he could feel shame. Maybe I had been entirely wrong about him. There is a mask that protects us all, but after so long I think that he had mastered his. Flawless and unbreakable to the point that only in his eyes does one truly get a glimpse of the real him. Who are you, Sol Badguy? Why did you become a gear? What is your will to fight them? Did they destroy a piece of you, too? Yes, yes they must have, for there is a hatred of them within you.
My memories were starting to return to me even faster. It was because something about his eyes was dragging me back. Now I think I remember you even better, Sol. Yes, Sol Badguy, my mentor and most cherished friend. What happened to you? When I was a child you were full of sorrow but I could never see your hatred then. You must have hidden it from me. I remember the first day that we met. I was how old Sol? Yes, I was very young; I barely knew how to find my way around my grandparent's house, let alone the streets.
~ Flash Back ~
Oh no! I am lost, I am lost! My parents are never going to find me and I will never see them again! Where's my sister? There are the shipping docks over there but I am not sure how far my house is from here. Where am I? I looked around hoping that my sister had come looking or me. I am sure that she was. She would be so angry with me because I know that I am worrying her. As I searched among the people and buildings my white shorts got caught on a crate. I yanked and they were free even if they did tear. My grandmother would not be happy with me for that, but then I tripped and hurt myself.
" Quelque chose ne va pas?" I heard as richly deep voice say. I looked up to find a man only a few feet away from me. He was big and showed of the fighting kind.
" J'ai mal au genou, et je me perdre." I said sobbing a bit in pain and sitting looking at the cuts.
" Aw, pauvre vieux!" He chuckled and walked up to me bending down and holding out his had. " Allez."
I got up at his command and weakly walked over to him and he picked me up. He was strong and solid. Almost like a teddy bear without all of the fluff (3). He gave me a look and I was able to get a clear look into his eyes. There was something odd about them. He did not seem old at all but his eyes said something much different. They looked tired and ready to die. He had a pleasant smile on his face but his eyes displayed misery. He guided me through the crown and we traveled down several streets. I had not noticed that I had traveled so far away form the house, but low and behold, we turned the corner and there was my grandparent's home. My mother ran out of the house frantically and took me form his arms. She scattered my face with kisses and I was relieve to be home. The man had not introduced himself to my mother but she gave him an odd look.
" Tu te retournes..." She seemed upset and did not smile at him.
" Oui... " He nodded and grinned at her then turned to me and smiled. My mother did not seem too pleased but I liked that man. I could not see why she did not. He turned and I got full view of his red tinted brown hair. It is the longest hair I have ever seen. There are women of whom hair does not go to their knees. " See ya." He waved with his back to us and walked away.
" Bye!" (4) I waved cheerfully at him but my mother continued to glare. I wonder who that man is?
~ Flash Present ~
He let go of me and I stepped
back, fingering the design on the chair. I opened my mouth to speak but
I forgot my English.
" There's nothing you can
say, boy." He stalked over to the chair he was using and plopped down angrily.
He looked out the window and I followed his gaze. Lord in heaven! It was
night already. I guess with all the reading and talking, we had not kept
track of the time.
" Sol..." He made a noise confirming that he had heard me. " Would you spend then night here?" I tried to sound normal but even to my own ears I sounded mournful. That was because I truly did regret my earlier words. With all the things I thought Sol was, I had never really known anything about him. I had never even questioned him or myself. What did I know of him but faded memories?
" Sure... why not?" He fluttered an eye in my direction and returned to his gazing. He exhaled and stood up. " Where to, boy?" he asked me and I moved a little jerkily.
" This way..." I walked past him, through white halls, and up the stairs to a room. It was the guest room. Furnished with a light brown atmosphere. He entered without a word and set down a duffle bag I hadn't even noticed he had. Where was my mind when he came? Well, that certainly didn't matter as of now. " Oh... I totally forgot, how rude of me. Are you hungry, Sol?"
" No." He glanced back at me.
He had been here for hours but I didn't question him. There's something
about a man like him. You don't question them when they're angry, no matter
how much you want to. I walked down the stairs and grabbed something small
before retiring to my own room.
€~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diary Entry
Book Two ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~€
Zeero's Notes :
1. Actually, Kiske is only two inches under Sol.
In fact, that makes him as tall as me! I'm 5' 10".
2. Pronounced: Eve.
3. HEY! He's a... Freddy Gear! Yes, and for only
19.99 you can get yours today! The number is : 1800 - Sol - Gear
4. Yes, little Ky knows English... well some,
gotta start early!
Translation:
A. Good Day. (if you don't know this one contact
your nearest French teacher)
B. Hi. (informal way to say hi and bye)
C. Do you want some tea?
D. No, thank you. (this is basic French!)
E. Is something wrong?
F. My knee hurts and I am lost.
G. Poor thing! Come. (actually, allez means 'go'
but in this case, 'come')
H. You've returned.
I. Yes