Title : Toki Ga Kita
Author : Yev
Part : Prologue
Archive : SDD, SDfic ML, anywhere else, ask first pls
Rating : PG for now...
Pairing : Undisclosed It's still pre-yaoi, but there'll be loads of pairings all over.
Disclaimer : Don't own SD, don't sue me
Notes : Hmm.. This has nothing to do with Kai-rei's fic, Timeless Passion. I actually had this idea for quite some time, but just only found time for it. Actually, other than the background being similar, both set against a war, nothing should coincide... gomen, Kai-rei, if you mind..
Dedicated to P-chan and Yuki. ^_^
~Toki ga Kita ... the time has come ~
He waited. Silently. Patiently.
The cold wind nipped at his skin, prickling at his eyes.
Still he lay there, not daring to move, not daring to blink, staring straight ahead at the silent street.
The target had not appeared. But he did not dare to take his finger off the trigger.
Be patient. He mentally berated himself. Be patient. He will appear soon.
Something light landed on his head. He stiffened, not getting up.
Then he realized it was snowing.
The snowflakes danced around him, partially covering him.
Good. He thought.
The street was still silent. It must have been five hours since he lay there.
But still he waited.
Patience will be rewarded. His fingers tightened their grip on the rifle.
His eyes lit up at the sound of a car making it's way up the street.
The time has come.
The teenager ran along the street, holding up a scrap of paper. "He's dead, he's dead!"
The closed doors slowly creaked open, and people cautiously looked out.
The boy stopped in the middle of the street and began to read from the scrap of paper. "On the 20th of September, General Yamazaki was assassinated around midnight, as he alighted from his car in front of his friend's house. Sources have reported that police have not arrested anybody. However, speculations have pinpointed this as an act of vengeance against the siege commandeered by the General towards our neighboring country. A police spokesman has said that the police will not make any distinction between anyone shielding the murderer and the murderer himself."
"Do you think he did it?" A girl asked, nervously twirling her long braid.
"Shhh. Don't even mention him." An older woman reprimanded, worry etched on her face.
"But."
"Say some more and you'll get the whole village in trouble."
The girl fell silent.
"But they can't link him to us." The boy holding the scrap of paper asked, doubt evident in his voice.
"You're all missing the point here." A weather beaten old man hobbled out to join them.
"Ojiisan." The girl hurried to support him.
He waved her off. "The point is, now they have the reason they need to start a war."
"That.that means. our village will be."
The old man leaned against a fence. "Our village will be the victim once again."
Everyone looked nervously in the direction of the border. Even the two teenagers, at their young ages, could remember the bad times when the village, being near the border, had been caught up in the strife alongside the borders.
"Should we leave?" The girl asked, looking scared.
"And where to? Where can we go?" The old man answered, "This is our land, our place. How can we leave?"
As they continued their discussion, no one noticed the boy with the scrap of paper wander off, towards the direction of the border. If only I can join the army.
Author : Yev
Part : Prologue
Archive : SDD, SDfic ML, anywhere else, ask first pls
Rating : PG for now...
Pairing : Undisclosed It's still pre-yaoi, but there'll be loads of pairings all over.
Disclaimer : Don't own SD, don't sue me
Notes : Hmm.. This has nothing to do with Kai-rei's fic, Timeless Passion. I actually had this idea for quite some time, but just only found time for it. Actually, other than the background being similar, both set against a war, nothing should coincide... gomen, Kai-rei, if you mind..
Dedicated to P-chan and Yuki. ^_^
~Toki ga Kita ... the time has come ~
He waited. Silently. Patiently.
The cold wind nipped at his skin, prickling at his eyes.
Still he lay there, not daring to move, not daring to blink, staring straight ahead at the silent street.
The target had not appeared. But he did not dare to take his finger off the trigger.
Be patient. He mentally berated himself. Be patient. He will appear soon.
Something light landed on his head. He stiffened, not getting up.
Then he realized it was snowing.
The snowflakes danced around him, partially covering him.
Good. He thought.
The street was still silent. It must have been five hours since he lay there.
But still he waited.
Patience will be rewarded. His fingers tightened their grip on the rifle.
His eyes lit up at the sound of a car making it's way up the street.
The time has come.
The teenager ran along the street, holding up a scrap of paper. "He's dead, he's dead!"
The closed doors slowly creaked open, and people cautiously looked out.
The boy stopped in the middle of the street and began to read from the scrap of paper. "On the 20th of September, General Yamazaki was assassinated around midnight, as he alighted from his car in front of his friend's house. Sources have reported that police have not arrested anybody. However, speculations have pinpointed this as an act of vengeance against the siege commandeered by the General towards our neighboring country. A police spokesman has said that the police will not make any distinction between anyone shielding the murderer and the murderer himself."
"Do you think he did it?" A girl asked, nervously twirling her long braid.
"Shhh. Don't even mention him." An older woman reprimanded, worry etched on her face.
"But."
"Say some more and you'll get the whole village in trouble."
The girl fell silent.
"But they can't link him to us." The boy holding the scrap of paper asked, doubt evident in his voice.
"You're all missing the point here." A weather beaten old man hobbled out to join them.
"Ojiisan." The girl hurried to support him.
He waved her off. "The point is, now they have the reason they need to start a war."
"That.that means. our village will be."
The old man leaned against a fence. "Our village will be the victim once again."
Everyone looked nervously in the direction of the border. Even the two teenagers, at their young ages, could remember the bad times when the village, being near the border, had been caught up in the strife alongside the borders.
"Should we leave?" The girl asked, looking scared.
"And where to? Where can we go?" The old man answered, "This is our land, our place. How can we leave?"
As they continued their discussion, no one noticed the boy with the scrap of paper wander off, towards the direction of the border. If only I can join the army.
