Wind Blows And Water Flows
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed here belong to Konami. Please do not steal.
Warnings: SPOILERS for ONE ENDING. Shounen-ai warning. Please do not proceed if this offends you.
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Epilogue: Shades Of Green In A War-Torn Land
"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain."
-William Shakespeare
"WHEEEEEEEE!"
The shrill voice of a girl rang out in the distance. Her eyes shone brightly at the beautiful view of the mountains that landscaped the land beyond the large oak tree behind the dojo. The sun was just rising up in the eastern sky.
"It so great that this stupid war is finally over!" she beamed all over her pretty face. "And I'm glad we made it! Right, Jowy?"
"Huh?" Jowy stifled a yawn. She poked him violently in his stomach, making him gasp.
"YOU! You weren't listening to me! How dare you not listen to the all-great Nanami, Queen of the… whatever-that-was-called technique?"
"Sorry…" he apologized. "I was just so sleepy… zzzzzzzzz…"
She poked him again, this time to wake him up. Then she turned to her brother. "What do you say?"
He smiled. "I'd say we were lucky."
They stared into the sunrise (except Jowy, of course - his eyes were closed) silently. Nanami turned to her brother again.
"Did you see the Young Master?"
"Yes…" he replied, grinning at the form of his sleeping friend. "He left last night."
"Oh…" She sighed, a little sad. "Did he say anything?"
"He said that he would see us again someday…" his voice was soft; "…and I believe him."
"Yeah, me too."
The sun warmed the entire land below them, shading the mountains with a golden hue.
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"I kept my part of the deal, Luca."
The ocean breeze swirled gently like a veil of dew around him. He could smell the fresh, sweet fragrance of the open sea. McDohl shut his eyes to screen out the view before him.
"And you kept yours. But something is wanting, and we both know that well enough."
His bare feet felt the cool water lap against his toes. He smiled into the open sea.
"Fate is not unchangeable. We choose the way we live."
The water felt cold… but after a while, he could feel nothing at all.
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"Oh, look, momma!"
A little boy bent down to pick up a piece of green fabric from the water. The tide had evidently brought it in to shore, and the pale green fabric mixed with a bit of violent caught his eye.
"Who do you think this belongs to?" His mother smiled down at him.
"I don't know," she said. "But it's a very nice color. A bit of washing and it'll be as good as new!"
"You mean I get to keep it?" he asked, his eyes shining like bright jewels reflected in the sun. His mother's smile broadened.
"Of course you may, dear," she replied. She squeezed the water out. The bit of cloth was quite clean, though still a little damp. She then adorned it upon her son's head like a bandanna, covering his hair, except for his bangs. The child giggled, delighted. He skipped playfully on the sand in front of his mother, clutching her hand and dragging her along with him.
As long as there was a little green in a war-torn land, nothing was impossible.
There would still be that bit of hope that shone forth in the heat of a cruel battle.
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The End
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By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed here belong to Konami. Please do not steal.
Warnings: SPOILERS for ONE ENDING. Shounen-ai warning. Please do not proceed if this offends you.
___________________
Epilogue: Shades Of Green In A War-Torn Land
"Love comforteth like sunshine after rain."
-William Shakespeare
"WHEEEEEEEE!"
The shrill voice of a girl rang out in the distance. Her eyes shone brightly at the beautiful view of the mountains that landscaped the land beyond the large oak tree behind the dojo. The sun was just rising up in the eastern sky.
"It so great that this stupid war is finally over!" she beamed all over her pretty face. "And I'm glad we made it! Right, Jowy?"
"Huh?" Jowy stifled a yawn. She poked him violently in his stomach, making him gasp.
"YOU! You weren't listening to me! How dare you not listen to the all-great Nanami, Queen of the… whatever-that-was-called technique?"
"Sorry…" he apologized. "I was just so sleepy… zzzzzzzzz…"
She poked him again, this time to wake him up. Then she turned to her brother. "What do you say?"
He smiled. "I'd say we were lucky."
They stared into the sunrise (except Jowy, of course - his eyes were closed) silently. Nanami turned to her brother again.
"Did you see the Young Master?"
"Yes…" he replied, grinning at the form of his sleeping friend. "He left last night."
"Oh…" She sighed, a little sad. "Did he say anything?"
"He said that he would see us again someday…" his voice was soft; "…and I believe him."
"Yeah, me too."
The sun warmed the entire land below them, shading the mountains with a golden hue.
____________________
"I kept my part of the deal, Luca."
The ocean breeze swirled gently like a veil of dew around him. He could smell the fresh, sweet fragrance of the open sea. McDohl shut his eyes to screen out the view before him.
"And you kept yours. But something is wanting, and we both know that well enough."
His bare feet felt the cool water lap against his toes. He smiled into the open sea.
"Fate is not unchangeable. We choose the way we live."
The water felt cold… but after a while, he could feel nothing at all.
____________________
"Oh, look, momma!"
A little boy bent down to pick up a piece of green fabric from the water. The tide had evidently brought it in to shore, and the pale green fabric mixed with a bit of violent caught his eye.
"Who do you think this belongs to?" His mother smiled down at him.
"I don't know," she said. "But it's a very nice color. A bit of washing and it'll be as good as new!"
"You mean I get to keep it?" he asked, his eyes shining like bright jewels reflected in the sun. His mother's smile broadened.
"Of course you may, dear," she replied. She squeezed the water out. The bit of cloth was quite clean, though still a little damp. She then adorned it upon her son's head like a bandanna, covering his hair, except for his bangs. The child giggled, delighted. He skipped playfully on the sand in front of his mother, clutching her hand and dragging her along with him.
As long as there was a little green in a war-torn land, nothing was impossible.
There would still be that bit of hope that shone forth in the heat of a cruel battle.
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The End
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