Angelic Voice
By Hachi Mitsu
07.17.01
Epilogue
AN: aww shoot, I dragged this on
long enough... here's the last installment of Angelic Voice. Thanks to all you
who have read and reviewed (those at ff.net and the original ones at the
various MLs I first posted Blood Red and Angelic Voice at). I'm gonna dedicate
this final section to 3 people who had kept me going since the first chapter –
Sandy aka Enigma- maybe someday we will finally post that fic we were working
on for so long; Silver Vixen- for your support that I'm so grateful for;
MorningStar- geez, without you, this thing wouldn't be written, I probably
would have never started on fanfics in the first place!! I seemed like only
yesterday that I made you stay up until 3 in the morning reading Blood Red
o.O;; did we ever finish those vocabs that we were suppose to be studying? Thanx
for being there for me to rant to with all my ideas and inspirations, and not
killing me when I stopped writing for all those months =)
Well, without further ado, here
is the final scene, enjoy...
Far throughout my
prayer to the heaven,
Deep in my heart,
the heart you leaden.
The
sky was the deep rich blue of the ocean. It was a color you'd never forget,
rooted deep into your mind for as long as you live. The golden sunlight filter
calmly through the leaves casting shadows onto the crowds of people gathering
in recognition of the 50th anniversary of the war.
I think there
still lives a soul of sorts,
A life, a dream
and burning cores.
The
war... no one could forget a war like that. The countless dead, dreams lost in
the smoke of the bombs, the fires. But eventually everyone would move on. They
have to, they're only humans. And humans would go to great lengths to forget
the sadness of the past.
The storm still
blows about,
Carrying my cries
far above,
He
stood there beneath the protecting arms of the ancient tree observing the
people gathering around. One of the nearby boarding schools had allowed their
students to attend the event, as opposed to spending the day in class, an opportunity
that didn't go to waste. Thus little groups of teenagers soon dotted the mainly
old veteran populated area.
The chaotic world
collapsing beneath
Confusion, hatred,
anger, seethe.
The
war... it brought back to much bad memories... but the memories seemed like
dreams. Standing there in the cool shades, it felt so unreal.
Only,
he didn't know what was unreal, the war, or the fact that he was standing here
again. There was a little bald spot in the grass, a few rusting poles and
splinters of wood and bricks suggested that there once was a building here, a
small one, but one that had changed everything.
But only your
words can reach my ears,
You are the only I
ever will hear,
The
little secret was buried under ground again, the electronic lives put to sleep,
perhaps for the final time. There was no one left to wake them again. The
curtains have fallen and the skeleton was back in the closet.
Above all other
dissenting noise,
I still can hear
your angelic voice.
The
wind ruffled his short already messy chestnut colored hair. And when the
sunlight hit the soft locks, it gleamed a gentle blonde, but where the shadows
reside, it looked almost like a velvety black. His brooding eyes reflected a
similar iridescence, flashing a bright purple which faded into aqua blue and
green with the shifting light, at last settling to a blue so dark that seemed black.
But it takes more
to take away the pain,
And it takes more
to stop the rains.
His
eyes shifted through the crowds of people again. Why was he here? Why was he
back here? His eyes settled on a group of high school kids sitting on some
benches that lined the edge of the road which ran through the little park.
There
were five of them, each distinctive in his own way. The first one was talking
rather loudly, trying to make his friends laugh, his unusually long hair was
tucked neatly into a braid. Another, with hair of moss green and Prussian blue
eyes look mildly annoyed at his friend, but grudgely refrained from commenting,
unlike their tall friend with black hair and eyes who did comment, and rancorously,
much to the amusement of a slightly smaller boy with hair of the softest blond,
like the feathers of a baby bird. Their last companion didn't join in, his green
eyes quiet and observing beneath his brown bangs.
But your words
alone, I cling to still,
Like wolfs in the
dead of night, going for the kill.
Their
unseen observer smiled. No, he did know why he was here, why he always came
back and why he always will.
Maybe not
everything will always turn out right, but sometimes fate has a strange way of
fixing things. Even when everything seemed to be at its last breath, sometimes
miracles do happen. Wasn't he proof of it?
Just answer my call
with one breath of your words,
Just one whisper
will loosen the cords,
Something
tangled in the grass near his feet caught a ray of light and reflected a
brilliant glitter back up to him. Reaching down he plucked it out and brushed
away the dirt that clung to it. It was a pendent made out of purple crystals
entwined by a silver lining so that it looked like a pale rose with petals
edged in silver. The metal was a bit rusted from the time on the ground, but
the crystal shone beautifully.
That cling about
me, taking my life,
Taking my will, my
dreams for which I strive.
When
he looked up, he caught long haired student giving him a strange look. For a
moment before he turned away when he realized that he was caught, a flicker of
intensity darkened his bright eyes. It was the look that people get when they're
trying to remember something that they had buried long ago. It was the look of betrayal,
yet understanding, and finally, acceptance.
The breeze still
blows about,
Carrying your
voice far above,
For
a split second the observer wanted to walk over and hand him the little jewel that
he still clutched in his hands. It was only right.
"Leave
them alone this time ok? Let them live their own lives."
He
jumped at the voice, partially out of being startled, partially out of guilt. Not
bothering to turn towards the voice, he nodded, a bit uncertain at first.
The chaotic world
burning beneath.
Confusion, hatred,
anger, seethe.
Leaving
has always been the hardest thing he ever had to do. Leaving his home so long
ago, leaving his friends, leaving his life. He looked at the five smiling friends
again. No, he was wrong. Because when you leave, you can always come back, and
the happiest thing in the world, is coming home again.
"Andre?"
He
nodded again, this time full of sincerity and certitude. Turning around he
smiled, there was a slight tint of sorrow, but it was still a genuine smile.
Slowly, he took a step forward and then another.
"Yeah,
I promise. Let's go home now."
But only your
words still remains clear
Only you, I still
can hear
The
little gem slipped between his fingers, forgotten, or maybe not. It hit the
ground, cushioned by the soft grass. It lay there, nestled somewhere between
the ground and the vast heaven above. Twinkling between the reality and the hopes
of an endless dream.
Above all other
noise
I still can hear
your
Angelic voice.
Fini
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AN: YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! It's
OVER! It's over! It's over!
Guess what? It's over! ^____^
And everyone is still, sorta
alive =) thanx to Kelt for that idea
(normally I end stories by
killing everyone off ^^;;)
ANEEEEways! Little note about the ending. I'm sure we all know who the group of students are and who the 'observer' is. But what about the other person? The one that wasn't even described?
Here's a little idea you could be interested in. I might be tempted to torture myself even more by writing yet another series in the Blood Red-Angelic Voice series, from Andres POV and HIS story. It would of course involve the pilots... etc, especially Duo and their time in the laboratory place ^_^
What do you think? If you leave
some suggestions, ideas, inspirations... etc in the review and I end up using
it, I'll sent you the first copy of the story, before I go through my debates
about posting it anywhere =D
Kk, thanx everyone for reading! And
please review ^_^