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Come night comes shadows to your side,
Come night comes every tear you cry.
Come night so comes your time to be.
Come night comes sacred to my heart.
Come night so comes your time to die.
Come night comes everything,
Come night, come night I reign...
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The sadness was apparent in the air, which was cold, and pierced Zechs' worn flesh like a thousand knives. He greeted the soldiers grimly as they walked up to give their respects, then as they filed out to go to where Noin would be buried. He went back into the small room, to look at Noin one last time before the coffin was closed, and when they would take her to her final resting place.
He walked to the coffin, and looked down at her one last time. However, he immediately noticed the scarlet ribbon wrapped around her slender hand. He could have sworn that when he left, he was the only one. There was only one explanation, which chilled him, yet warmed him somehow in a way he could not express. The warmth was a mixture of many things; it was a mixture of anger, excitement, and hope. Sadness overpowered his feelings as well, as he looked around the room frantically.
"Suzuka?! Suzuka!" He looked around the room, around every corner, among every shadow. "Damnit, Suzuka! If you're here..." He kicked one of the chairs clear across the room, and sunk to his knees. "...Answer me... Suzuka..."
But he got no reply. Suzuka stood on the rafters, looking down at him with eyes that burned with resolve, yet dimmed with the sadness that coated the air like fog. She wished so much to talk to him, but about what, she had no idea. She knew the secret that he chose not to see - she knew the reason of his true being that he would not see. She had a choice to reveal it, but she did not. It would be too much on him, he had suffered far too much. But he was still warm, he bled, he felt... Something she could not comprehend.
She watched quietly, as Zechs allowed the men through that would carry Noin's coffin. He looked at her for the final time, before the mahogany lid was closed... forever. He sighed, as he watched them leave, the rest of the soldiers from the compound proceeding in a line after them. He stayed in the small room for a few more moments, among the flowers which were now wilting, but the roses kept their full allure. As he walked out, he stopped, but only for one moment. His sense of smell seemed to be keener to the scents he most remembered... And the smell he remembered most, however faint it now was, was the smell of cherry blossoms and juniper, which wafted far over the smell of the freshly-picked flowers, over the smell of sadness, over the smell of clean carpet... But he did not turn back, even though he knew she was there. Instead, he only said:
"Speak to me when this is all over, I will listen." And with that, he walked behind the rest of them.
Suzuka's eyes had widened the moment he had spoken. How had he known that she was there? She was perfectly silent; she had done nothing but blink. He had... known, somehow, and had spoken, because he knew that she would listen. It had begun to scare her, how he could sense when she was there. None the less, she left the small room, to go back to the compound to wait to give him the audience he asked for.
About an hour and a half had passed, and now Zechs stood alone, standing at the foot of the new mound of black dirt. The headstone had Noin's name written in a beautiful manuscript, then words of hope on her journey to Heaven. He sighed, the wind whipping his gray trench coat and platinum locks to the right. He said something silently under his breath, his own respects to her, before he turned, and began the walk back to the compound. There were still soldiers on the outposts, but they watched their posts grimly, with one, almost falling asleep. Normally, he would have gotten after them, but he simply did not have it within him anymore. With the night would come sleep, and he could only hope that it would clear away his feverish mind.
The compound leader stopped him on the way to his chambers.
"I would like to have a conference with you in the morning. My office, 6:00 a.m." His voice sounded somewhat angry now.
Zechs could only nod, silently, before he returned to his chambers and swiftly locked the door.
"How did you... Know that I was there, in that room?" A calm voice sounded, as the woman stepped from the shadows.
Zechs turned to her, expecting that she would be there. "I..." He couldn't tell her the truth, that he could literally smell her. "Sensed you... In a way."
She looked at him, before she looked to his sword. "Put it away."
"I wouldn't hurt--"
"Put it away." She repeated.
It was Zechs' turn to look at her oddly, but he did as she asked, and took his sword belt off, as well as his gun, and placed them both on the table. She, in turn, put her boken on the table beside his sword.
She kept her back against the wall, and he looked at her silently. There were no words exchanged, there were none that he could think to say. He had asked her to speak, but she was not, nor did she plan to. They just stood there, until he stepped forward to her, as if by no apparent reason. She looked at him now, with wondering eyes, as to why he would do something like that.
No words were spoken. His eyes bore far into hers, as he placed both of his hands on the wall beside her head, as if trapping her. She let out a small gasp, as he brought his face mere inches from hers. She had never allowed someone to get so close before, her space had been violated... but... She did not exactly fight it, she was more in shock.
His next move was something neither him nor her expected. He dipped his head, as well as turned it to the side slightly, and took her lips within his own. This was unlike any kiss he had ever received, it send chills through his very being, through his very core in which he thought lost forever. The passion of it, he couldn't mask it, he could not begin to even try and explain the utter feeling of want, the feeling of no control. By this time, he had expected her to push him away, to leave as quickly as she could. But she didn't.
Unspoken feelings, when finally released in the form of actions, can be dangerous to both beings. She had a blurry red line running straight across her face; she had never been kissed before. She would have never allowed it, but something within her wanted her to allow it. Something in her... wanted him to never stop. Something in her returned the kiss.
She placed her right hand on his cheek, and returned the kiss, as if she had known all along. She supposed it was instinct, or just her own need willed to his own. He breathed in her scent, now more strong than anything he had ever experienced. It was like a perfume, strong, enticing, and intoxicating. It was everything and it was nothing, it overpowered his senses, and filled his lungs with air that he could never have enough of. The night had fallen already, and with no light in the room, it was completely dark. He continued the kiss, breathing in the fresh scent that was she - breathing in sensations he never knew were possible, breathing in his long-lost passion for love. Out of tragedy had come these feelings... Had he had them all along? Did she love him back, or did he even love her? Was it just a mix of emotions?
Suzuka's eyes were closed; she had never felt so vulnerable before. She had never allowed it, why was he so different? What had he done to her?
For a few more moments, he worked his lips against hers before he was forced to break it. Both of them needed air badly, as if both of them could barely breathe during their meet. He could not explain anything. He could not explain what he was feeling, or why, or even what he hoped to feel. He had literally melted into her, consumed by her overpowering scent and burning passion.
Both of them were silent. Zechs finally took a step back, returning his arms to rest at his sides. Suzuka held a hand to her mouth softly, as she breathed in shaky breaths. She knew she still had the fierce blush on her cheeks, and her entire body felt hot, as if she had butterflies in her stomach and throat. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hurt him... But why? Because he had kissed her? Because he had gotten past her defenses she spent her entire life raising?
Zechs opened his mouth to apologize, but found that he could not. He did not want to apologize, from what he had felt; it seemed she had wanted it as much as he. He could not try to explain why he had done it... He had never realized what feelings he possessed until that one, frantic moment. The silence was awkward, he could think of nothing to say, and so Suzuka quickly moved to the table, where she picked up her boken, then turned to him, still with the blush, although she kept her eyes everywhere but to his.
"I... Later... To discuss... what you must know." She looked to the window, and opened it. She dreaded when she would tell him, but now, she had so many feelings she had spent her life trying to suppress. They had all surfaced, and with one kiss. As soon as she left his chamber, and he closed the window without looking at her, she cursed to herself.
"I cannot... especially... with him..." She looked to the chamber window one last time, before checking her area, then running quickly past the compound gates.
He watched her leave, feeling the same inner sadness overtake him. Noin had just been buried, was it possible that he only kissed her out of a fit of emotions? But why did he feel like he did?
`Why... does my body ache... and...' He sighed, and then lied down on his bed, looking up to the ceiling. He had truly never felt that way for anyone. This was something so strange, he couldn't place it. Why this woman? She was a professional assassin, he had seen more women to last him a lifetime and beyond, yet they never had an impact on him. He had never truly shared a kiss with anyone besides Noin, but hers was so different... He did not truly feel anything with that kiss, nothing compared to the kiss that he shared with Suzuka. And he had initiated it... He could not even begin to comprehend why. He just... felt something within him, which compelled him to just... kiss her. And he knew, that he wouldn't be forgetting that kiss soon.
And now, as he lied down on his bed thinking, he wished for her to return... The woman who had compelled him to do something he had not thought possible, to feel things he had not thought he could ever feel... The woman, with eyes as bright as midnight fire, and skin as fair as the moonlight, who came with the nightfall and left with the morning...
She, who calls herself Twilight Suzuka, the owner of his kiss.
A/N: Ok, hi everyone. Some people are asking, `Daaaamyyyyt, person, what's up with the ghost bookstore thing?' You know what I have to say to you all? WAIT. I never leave a point unsaid in a finished story, and I'm on a deadline for this so you people need to waaait. It will be explained in time, I promise, so hold your chocobos till then, ya? *Giggles* How'd you like this? C'mon people, PLEASE review... I've been moping around school at all you readers because, well, I actually like this story and I enjoy writing it and no one reviews. I'm beginning to feel like this is a bad story... Questions? Comments? Please IM me at AuronSilencer. Yes, AuronSilencer. Just clicky the little button and IM me, I wun bite. But PLEASE, even if it's one WORD, review! Tell me I am actually making some progress! PLEASE!
Come night comes shadows to your side,
Come night comes every tear you cry.
Come night so comes your time to be.
Come night comes sacred to my heart.
Come night so comes your time to die.
Come night comes everything,
Come night, come night I reign...
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The sadness was apparent in the air, which was cold, and pierced Zechs' worn flesh like a thousand knives. He greeted the soldiers grimly as they walked up to give their respects, then as they filed out to go to where Noin would be buried. He went back into the small room, to look at Noin one last time before the coffin was closed, and when they would take her to her final resting place.
He walked to the coffin, and looked down at her one last time. However, he immediately noticed the scarlet ribbon wrapped around her slender hand. He could have sworn that when he left, he was the only one. There was only one explanation, which chilled him, yet warmed him somehow in a way he could not express. The warmth was a mixture of many things; it was a mixture of anger, excitement, and hope. Sadness overpowered his feelings as well, as he looked around the room frantically.
"Suzuka?! Suzuka!" He looked around the room, around every corner, among every shadow. "Damnit, Suzuka! If you're here..." He kicked one of the chairs clear across the room, and sunk to his knees. "...Answer me... Suzuka..."
But he got no reply. Suzuka stood on the rafters, looking down at him with eyes that burned with resolve, yet dimmed with the sadness that coated the air like fog. She wished so much to talk to him, but about what, she had no idea. She knew the secret that he chose not to see - she knew the reason of his true being that he would not see. She had a choice to reveal it, but she did not. It would be too much on him, he had suffered far too much. But he was still warm, he bled, he felt... Something she could not comprehend.
She watched quietly, as Zechs allowed the men through that would carry Noin's coffin. He looked at her for the final time, before the mahogany lid was closed... forever. He sighed, as he watched them leave, the rest of the soldiers from the compound proceeding in a line after them. He stayed in the small room for a few more moments, among the flowers which were now wilting, but the roses kept their full allure. As he walked out, he stopped, but only for one moment. His sense of smell seemed to be keener to the scents he most remembered... And the smell he remembered most, however faint it now was, was the smell of cherry blossoms and juniper, which wafted far over the smell of the freshly-picked flowers, over the smell of sadness, over the smell of clean carpet... But he did not turn back, even though he knew she was there. Instead, he only said:
"Speak to me when this is all over, I will listen." And with that, he walked behind the rest of them.
Suzuka's eyes had widened the moment he had spoken. How had he known that she was there? She was perfectly silent; she had done nothing but blink. He had... known, somehow, and had spoken, because he knew that she would listen. It had begun to scare her, how he could sense when she was there. None the less, she left the small room, to go back to the compound to wait to give him the audience he asked for.
About an hour and a half had passed, and now Zechs stood alone, standing at the foot of the new mound of black dirt. The headstone had Noin's name written in a beautiful manuscript, then words of hope on her journey to Heaven. He sighed, the wind whipping his gray trench coat and platinum locks to the right. He said something silently under his breath, his own respects to her, before he turned, and began the walk back to the compound. There were still soldiers on the outposts, but they watched their posts grimly, with one, almost falling asleep. Normally, he would have gotten after them, but he simply did not have it within him anymore. With the night would come sleep, and he could only hope that it would clear away his feverish mind.
The compound leader stopped him on the way to his chambers.
"I would like to have a conference with you in the morning. My office, 6:00 a.m." His voice sounded somewhat angry now.
Zechs could only nod, silently, before he returned to his chambers and swiftly locked the door.
"How did you... Know that I was there, in that room?" A calm voice sounded, as the woman stepped from the shadows.
Zechs turned to her, expecting that she would be there. "I..." He couldn't tell her the truth, that he could literally smell her. "Sensed you... In a way."
She looked at him, before she looked to his sword. "Put it away."
"I wouldn't hurt--"
"Put it away." She repeated.
It was Zechs' turn to look at her oddly, but he did as she asked, and took his sword belt off, as well as his gun, and placed them both on the table. She, in turn, put her boken on the table beside his sword.
She kept her back against the wall, and he looked at her silently. There were no words exchanged, there were none that he could think to say. He had asked her to speak, but she was not, nor did she plan to. They just stood there, until he stepped forward to her, as if by no apparent reason. She looked at him now, with wondering eyes, as to why he would do something like that.
No words were spoken. His eyes bore far into hers, as he placed both of his hands on the wall beside her head, as if trapping her. She let out a small gasp, as he brought his face mere inches from hers. She had never allowed someone to get so close before, her space had been violated... but... She did not exactly fight it, she was more in shock.
His next move was something neither him nor her expected. He dipped his head, as well as turned it to the side slightly, and took her lips within his own. This was unlike any kiss he had ever received, it send chills through his very being, through his very core in which he thought lost forever. The passion of it, he couldn't mask it, he could not begin to even try and explain the utter feeling of want, the feeling of no control. By this time, he had expected her to push him away, to leave as quickly as she could. But she didn't.
Unspoken feelings, when finally released in the form of actions, can be dangerous to both beings. She had a blurry red line running straight across her face; she had never been kissed before. She would have never allowed it, but something within her wanted her to allow it. Something in her... wanted him to never stop. Something in her returned the kiss.
She placed her right hand on his cheek, and returned the kiss, as if she had known all along. She supposed it was instinct, or just her own need willed to his own. He breathed in her scent, now more strong than anything he had ever experienced. It was like a perfume, strong, enticing, and intoxicating. It was everything and it was nothing, it overpowered his senses, and filled his lungs with air that he could never have enough of. The night had fallen already, and with no light in the room, it was completely dark. He continued the kiss, breathing in the fresh scent that was she - breathing in sensations he never knew were possible, breathing in his long-lost passion for love. Out of tragedy had come these feelings... Had he had them all along? Did she love him back, or did he even love her? Was it just a mix of emotions?
Suzuka's eyes were closed; she had never felt so vulnerable before. She had never allowed it, why was he so different? What had he done to her?
For a few more moments, he worked his lips against hers before he was forced to break it. Both of them needed air badly, as if both of them could barely breathe during their meet. He could not explain anything. He could not explain what he was feeling, or why, or even what he hoped to feel. He had literally melted into her, consumed by her overpowering scent and burning passion.
Both of them were silent. Zechs finally took a step back, returning his arms to rest at his sides. Suzuka held a hand to her mouth softly, as she breathed in shaky breaths. She knew she still had the fierce blush on her cheeks, and her entire body felt hot, as if she had butterflies in her stomach and throat. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hurt him... But why? Because he had kissed her? Because he had gotten past her defenses she spent her entire life raising?
Zechs opened his mouth to apologize, but found that he could not. He did not want to apologize, from what he had felt; it seemed she had wanted it as much as he. He could not try to explain why he had done it... He had never realized what feelings he possessed until that one, frantic moment. The silence was awkward, he could think of nothing to say, and so Suzuka quickly moved to the table, where she picked up her boken, then turned to him, still with the blush, although she kept her eyes everywhere but to his.
"I... Later... To discuss... what you must know." She looked to the window, and opened it. She dreaded when she would tell him, but now, she had so many feelings she had spent her life trying to suppress. They had all surfaced, and with one kiss. As soon as she left his chamber, and he closed the window without looking at her, she cursed to herself.
"I cannot... especially... with him..." She looked to the chamber window one last time, before checking her area, then running quickly past the compound gates.
He watched her leave, feeling the same inner sadness overtake him. Noin had just been buried, was it possible that he only kissed her out of a fit of emotions? But why did he feel like he did?
`Why... does my body ache... and...' He sighed, and then lied down on his bed, looking up to the ceiling. He had truly never felt that way for anyone. This was something so strange, he couldn't place it. Why this woman? She was a professional assassin, he had seen more women to last him a lifetime and beyond, yet they never had an impact on him. He had never truly shared a kiss with anyone besides Noin, but hers was so different... He did not truly feel anything with that kiss, nothing compared to the kiss that he shared with Suzuka. And he had initiated it... He could not even begin to comprehend why. He just... felt something within him, which compelled him to just... kiss her. And he knew, that he wouldn't be forgetting that kiss soon.
And now, as he lied down on his bed thinking, he wished for her to return... The woman who had compelled him to do something he had not thought possible, to feel things he had not thought he could ever feel... The woman, with eyes as bright as midnight fire, and skin as fair as the moonlight, who came with the nightfall and left with the morning...
She, who calls herself Twilight Suzuka, the owner of his kiss.
A/N: Ok, hi everyone. Some people are asking, `Daaaamyyyyt, person, what's up with the ghost bookstore thing?' You know what I have to say to you all? WAIT. I never leave a point unsaid in a finished story, and I'm on a deadline for this so you people need to waaait. It will be explained in time, I promise, so hold your chocobos till then, ya? *Giggles* How'd you like this? C'mon people, PLEASE review... I've been moping around school at all you readers because, well, I actually like this story and I enjoy writing it and no one reviews. I'm beginning to feel like this is a bad story... Questions? Comments? Please IM me at AuronSilencer. Yes, AuronSilencer. Just clicky the little button and IM me, I wun bite. But PLEASE, even if it's one WORD, review! Tell me I am actually making some progress! PLEASE!
