Upper Deck 2: The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet
Part of: The Betting Game
By: ShinigamiForever
A/N: Yeah, continuing for my own pleasure and the hope that _someone_ will take up the interest and read. (fat chance) Anyway, for anyone out there, enjoy.
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The fog comes
on little cat feet
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
then moves on.
-"Fog"
Carl Sandburg
===
He was perched on the apartment balcony, elbow placed on the railing, supporting his chin, the other simply resting on the metal poles. His platinum blonde hair fell over his shoulders, swaying in the gentle evening wind. In a loose white shirt and tight jeans, he was relaxed and tense at the same time, elegant and graceful. The sliding glass door showed that the lights were on in his apartment, shining a soft glow on his back. The interior looked soothing and refined, full of curves and open spaces.
The swish of the traffic below was lulling and hypnotic, a break of honking horns momentarily bursting out in fury. His eyes traveled slowly, aimlessly over the horizontal and vertical landscape of the city. A cloud of misty fog rolled across and between towers of buildings, softening the harsh glare of light. The light gray city lights shone on his face as he watched, serene.
He had a dreamer's expression, pondering and oblivious, lost in his own fabricated stairway into unconsciousness. Wayward fleeting thoughts seemed to flit around him, a protective shield of mental fireflies. His fingers on his resting hand played with a light blue ribbon the color of his eyes, twisting it around his palm, tying and untying knots. The piece of fabric slid in and out of his fingers, snaking around his wrist in a circular motion.
In mid-air, a butterfly materialized, iridescent and silvery in the night air. With delicate outspreading wings it floated in a topsy-turvy fashion, gliding on a gentle roll of fog and sparkles towards the young man. He smiled, still watching the blinking skyline of the city.
The butterfly fluttered onto his shoulder, wings opening and closing to an unheard rhythm. He turned his head to look at it, lowering his propped hand for the butterfly to land on his arm. "Yes?' he asked, watching the butterfly change its rainbow lights. It fluttered some more, brightening until it produced its own light, then flew up to land on his skin. A slight brush of wings sent a shiver down his spine. The butterfly was cool to the touch, a soft sweeping of silk and satin. He leaned on his other hand, still holding the blue ribbon.
For a moment, the air around them became heavy and misty like, dizzying the air, the butterfly sending a message to his head. Frozen in motion, the traffic paused, silence heavy and electric around them. The butterfly and his chest were the only moving objects, his breathing forming a slow cycle of rise and fall. His lidded eyes absorbed the mental images his messenger gave him.
But the moment was soon gone.
He laughed, shooing away the butterfly with a flick of his wrist. It flew away and disappeared with an irate flap. The young man took the ribbon from his fingers and slid it under his hair. Pausing, he gazed again at the sea of lights in the city horizon, the smile hovering on his lips. "So," he whispered, tying the ribbon in a knot so that his hair was pulled back into a silver ponytail. The word floated past him, forming a small cloud of fog in the air before dissipating.
"It has begun."
With that, he turned and slid open the glass doors, closing them silently behind him. As he pulled the binds shut, the fog surrounding the city cleared slowly, withdrawing into an empty void. After a few minutes, a small butterfly landed on the metal railing, flapping its shining wings.
~Owari, or maybe Tsuzuku...~
A/N: Upper Deck is the introduction of the not-so-good characters in The Betting Game. Their group is called Denouement, which means ending. The not-so-bad characters are the Guardians.
Denouement includes:
Wufei
Heero
Quatre
Zechs
Lady Une
Dorothy
Mariemaia
Guardians include:
Duo
Trowa
Sally
Hilde
Relena
Trieze
Noin
Part of: The Betting Game
By: ShinigamiForever
A/N: Yeah, continuing for my own pleasure and the hope that _someone_ will take up the interest and read. (fat chance) Anyway, for anyone out there, enjoy.
===
The fog comes
on little cat feet
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
then moves on.
-"Fog"
Carl Sandburg
===
He was perched on the apartment balcony, elbow placed on the railing, supporting his chin, the other simply resting on the metal poles. His platinum blonde hair fell over his shoulders, swaying in the gentle evening wind. In a loose white shirt and tight jeans, he was relaxed and tense at the same time, elegant and graceful. The sliding glass door showed that the lights were on in his apartment, shining a soft glow on his back. The interior looked soothing and refined, full of curves and open spaces.
The swish of the traffic below was lulling and hypnotic, a break of honking horns momentarily bursting out in fury. His eyes traveled slowly, aimlessly over the horizontal and vertical landscape of the city. A cloud of misty fog rolled across and between towers of buildings, softening the harsh glare of light. The light gray city lights shone on his face as he watched, serene.
He had a dreamer's expression, pondering and oblivious, lost in his own fabricated stairway into unconsciousness. Wayward fleeting thoughts seemed to flit around him, a protective shield of mental fireflies. His fingers on his resting hand played with a light blue ribbon the color of his eyes, twisting it around his palm, tying and untying knots. The piece of fabric slid in and out of his fingers, snaking around his wrist in a circular motion.
In mid-air, a butterfly materialized, iridescent and silvery in the night air. With delicate outspreading wings it floated in a topsy-turvy fashion, gliding on a gentle roll of fog and sparkles towards the young man. He smiled, still watching the blinking skyline of the city.
The butterfly fluttered onto his shoulder, wings opening and closing to an unheard rhythm. He turned his head to look at it, lowering his propped hand for the butterfly to land on his arm. "Yes?' he asked, watching the butterfly change its rainbow lights. It fluttered some more, brightening until it produced its own light, then flew up to land on his skin. A slight brush of wings sent a shiver down his spine. The butterfly was cool to the touch, a soft sweeping of silk and satin. He leaned on his other hand, still holding the blue ribbon.
For a moment, the air around them became heavy and misty like, dizzying the air, the butterfly sending a message to his head. Frozen in motion, the traffic paused, silence heavy and electric around them. The butterfly and his chest were the only moving objects, his breathing forming a slow cycle of rise and fall. His lidded eyes absorbed the mental images his messenger gave him.
But the moment was soon gone.
He laughed, shooing away the butterfly with a flick of his wrist. It flew away and disappeared with an irate flap. The young man took the ribbon from his fingers and slid it under his hair. Pausing, he gazed again at the sea of lights in the city horizon, the smile hovering on his lips. "So," he whispered, tying the ribbon in a knot so that his hair was pulled back into a silver ponytail. The word floated past him, forming a small cloud of fog in the air before dissipating.
"It has begun."
With that, he turned and slid open the glass doors, closing them silently behind him. As he pulled the binds shut, the fog surrounding the city cleared slowly, withdrawing into an empty void. After a few minutes, a small butterfly landed on the metal railing, flapping its shining wings.
~Owari, or maybe Tsuzuku...~
A/N: Upper Deck is the introduction of the not-so-good characters in The Betting Game. Their group is called Denouement, which means ending. The not-so-bad characters are the Guardians.
Denouement includes:
Wufei
Heero
Quatre
Zechs
Lady Une
Dorothy
Mariemaia
Guardians include:
Duo
Trowa
Sally
Hilde
Relena
Trieze
Noin