Disclaimers: The characters are NOT owned by me, and are original creations of CLAMP[ I do not hold the rights to them, and there isn't a point in suing me at all, I don't own a cent.]
Author's Remarks: First of all, I'd like to say that I know I've been really lazy and have put this story on hiatus for far too long. When i started this story, I didn't think that there'll be anyone who'll find it even remotely interesting. But apparently, there are some who actually reads my stuff, and I can't express how grateful I am to you guys.Anyway, I've actually got Chapter 3 written already, and was planning to post it up. However, due to a last minute decision to pursue architectural studies in Australia (Any Aussie readers?), everything became a mad rush for me and I actually forgot to save the third chapter and take it along with me. I've rewritten it, but I'm afraid it isn't quite the same as I had written it before. To those who reads this, tell me what you think please? Critisisms and remarks are welcome ^___^
Glass Bird
Chapter Two: To See You Again
I need the wings to take me away
Away from here...
To a place where you are near
Before the hope vanishes from my eyes
Before the love that's in me dies
Take me away
To whereever you may go
Foire let her voice slowly drift to silence and opened her eyes. She stared down the balcony where she stood at the bustle below her. It was drizzling, and the sky was overcast, illuminating the whole city in dim light. The pavements were shadowed by the floating shelters and umbrellas that the pedestrians carried, obscuring them from Foire's view.
It was a terrible accident....The economy is in crisis, the stock market.......Did you hear about that?.......Welcome! You're tuned into the hippest station in the city.........Good evening, this is the latest news we have........Let's ask the audience to vote.........Goal!! An excellent performance from....that's all for today, Meye reporting....
Information from all sources poured into Foire's mind as her mind swam through them in disinterest. Voices that aren't really there, events that aren't occuring where she was, emotions that weren't hers............Foire is used to them all. It was a constant reminder of who she was.....who she is.
The door behind her opened and the soft thud of footsteps could be heard approaching the balcony.
"Foire."
Foire turned around at the sound of the voice and smiled. She stepped away from the balcony and into the embrace of the General, burying her face into his chest.General Kershwen placed a soft kiss on the top of her head which made her look at at him, fondness shining in her eyes.
"How has your day been?"
"Fine"
"Very well. Join me for dinner at seven, alright?"
"I'll be there."
The General bent down to place a kiss on Foire's forehead before he stepped away and left. Foire looked sadly at his retreating back before she turned and walked to a small chest a soldier had delivered to her room not too long ago. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she telepathically unlocked the programme she had created to secure the chest. She pushed the lid open to reveal a single burnt glove. She ran her hand gently over the glove, feeling her heart clench in an aching manner that is foreign, yet familiar to her.
~~~~~~~
The smoke ring drifted lazily towards the ceiling, before is dissapated into nothing.
Kazuhiko cursed softly. Almost. It almost made it to the ceiling.
Ran raised an eyebrow at him."Someone's in a foul mood, I see."
"No, I'm not. I'm feeling all bright and gay." Kazuhiko replied sarcastically. Ran smiled to himself as he sat quietly across Kazuhiko on the couch.
"Where the hell is HE anyway??" Kazuhiko said impatiently, frowning deeply. He reached over to the ash tray to stub out his nth cigarette.
"You should know what a soldier's schedule is like." Ran looked pointedly at the ash tray brimming with cigarette butts and ash."And you really should quit smoking."
"Tell that to him. He smokes too.Ooh, I forgot. You scarcely see him around too anyway, he's hardly even home! How could you possibly even have the chance to utter words to him?" ranted Kazuhiko.
Ran sighed and rolled his eyes. He got up and carried the ash tray away to empty it. Kazuhiko reached into his pocket for a fresh cigarette and lifted the lighter to his face to light it. The tip flared an angry red before dimming, and sending swirls of smoke into the air. Kazuhiko inhaled deeply and drummed his fingers impatiently on his knee. A door slid open behind him and he whipped around to see if it was Gingetsu. It was. He spun around in an instant and demanded, "Well?!"
"There is no trace of evidence that supports the idea that Foire is possibly Suu. And since her arrival, I haven't had the chance to meet her in person, but it seems the General keeps her closely guarded."
Kazuhiko clenched his fists.
"Closely guarded? Why would a General of his status pay that much attention to an ambassador anyway? There's definitely something fishy going on."
Gingetsu was silent for a moment.
"You're determined to find out."
"Hell, yes."
"Why?"
"Why?! I want to know if she's still alive! If she is, I want to know why she left the way she did, I-I………don't know……"
"Suu was the most powerful, yet the most tragic of our kind. If she's having another chance at a life she never had, maybe we should consider letting things go."
"Having a second chance at life?! You said she was closely guarded by the General yourself! She could be living a hell that is similar or worse than the one she was in before!!"
"And, if she really is alive, and after we have certified that, what are you going to do? What can you do? She loves you……loved you. Do you love her? Did you? You better sort out what you feel before we carry this any further. What you are trying to do can do more damage to her than good."
With that said, Gingetsu walked past the dumbfounded Kazuhiko into the hallway which led to his bedroom.
~~~
Kazuhiko's mind was swirling.
I love, Oruha, I loved her, I love her still……
I feel for Suu, she's Oruha's friend. Best friend. Only friend.
I like her, I care about her. I love her. *wait* Her? Her who? Oruha or Suu? Oruha? Suu? Both?
*She loves you.* Damn Gingetsu's voice. Who do I love now? I care deeply for Suu, but is that love? I think about her, I dream about her, do I want her? Is she important to me? I …………
"Kazuhiko?"
A voice jarred Kazuhiko back into reality. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he had not noticed that Ran had returned to the living room with the now empty ash tray.
Ran, a clover……a three leaf clover………clover………Suu……
"Fuck……I'm out of this place."
With that, Kazuhiko turned and left.
~~~
Ran watched the departing figure of Kazuhiko below from the window, his palm resting lightly on the cool glass. He slowly lifted a finger and traced a number four beside his reflection in the glass.
"What is your decision, Suu?" he whispered.
There was no answer.
~~~
Tbc
Author's notes: Bloody short chapter, this one. But wanted this out as soon as possible, so…… I'll make an effort to write longer chapters……but readers……which do you prefer? Longer or shorter chapters? Feedback will be very useful! Thanks~
Author's Remarks: First of all, I'd like to say that I know I've been really lazy and have put this story on hiatus for far too long. When i started this story, I didn't think that there'll be anyone who'll find it even remotely interesting. But apparently, there are some who actually reads my stuff, and I can't express how grateful I am to you guys.Anyway, I've actually got Chapter 3 written already, and was planning to post it up. However, due to a last minute decision to pursue architectural studies in Australia (Any Aussie readers?), everything became a mad rush for me and I actually forgot to save the third chapter and take it along with me. I've rewritten it, but I'm afraid it isn't quite the same as I had written it before. To those who reads this, tell me what you think please? Critisisms and remarks are welcome ^___^
Glass Bird
Chapter Two: To See You Again
I need the wings to take me away
Away from here...
To a place where you are near
Before the hope vanishes from my eyes
Before the love that's in me dies
Take me away
To whereever you may go
Foire let her voice slowly drift to silence and opened her eyes. She stared down the balcony where she stood at the bustle below her. It was drizzling, and the sky was overcast, illuminating the whole city in dim light. The pavements were shadowed by the floating shelters and umbrellas that the pedestrians carried, obscuring them from Foire's view.
It was a terrible accident....The economy is in crisis, the stock market.......Did you hear about that?.......Welcome! You're tuned into the hippest station in the city.........Good evening, this is the latest news we have........Let's ask the audience to vote.........Goal!! An excellent performance from....that's all for today, Meye reporting....
Information from all sources poured into Foire's mind as her mind swam through them in disinterest. Voices that aren't really there, events that aren't occuring where she was, emotions that weren't hers............Foire is used to them all. It was a constant reminder of who she was.....who she is.
The door behind her opened and the soft thud of footsteps could be heard approaching the balcony.
"Foire."
Foire turned around at the sound of the voice and smiled. She stepped away from the balcony and into the embrace of the General, burying her face into his chest.General Kershwen placed a soft kiss on the top of her head which made her look at at him, fondness shining in her eyes.
"How has your day been?"
"Fine"
"Very well. Join me for dinner at seven, alright?"
"I'll be there."
The General bent down to place a kiss on Foire's forehead before he stepped away and left. Foire looked sadly at his retreating back before she turned and walked to a small chest a soldier had delivered to her room not too long ago. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she telepathically unlocked the programme she had created to secure the chest. She pushed the lid open to reveal a single burnt glove. She ran her hand gently over the glove, feeling her heart clench in an aching manner that is foreign, yet familiar to her.
~~~~~~~
The smoke ring drifted lazily towards the ceiling, before is dissapated into nothing.
Kazuhiko cursed softly. Almost. It almost made it to the ceiling.
Ran raised an eyebrow at him."Someone's in a foul mood, I see."
"No, I'm not. I'm feeling all bright and gay." Kazuhiko replied sarcastically. Ran smiled to himself as he sat quietly across Kazuhiko on the couch.
"Where the hell is HE anyway??" Kazuhiko said impatiently, frowning deeply. He reached over to the ash tray to stub out his nth cigarette.
"You should know what a soldier's schedule is like." Ran looked pointedly at the ash tray brimming with cigarette butts and ash."And you really should quit smoking."
"Tell that to him. He smokes too.Ooh, I forgot. You scarcely see him around too anyway, he's hardly even home! How could you possibly even have the chance to utter words to him?" ranted Kazuhiko.
Ran sighed and rolled his eyes. He got up and carried the ash tray away to empty it. Kazuhiko reached into his pocket for a fresh cigarette and lifted the lighter to his face to light it. The tip flared an angry red before dimming, and sending swirls of smoke into the air. Kazuhiko inhaled deeply and drummed his fingers impatiently on his knee. A door slid open behind him and he whipped around to see if it was Gingetsu. It was. He spun around in an instant and demanded, "Well?!"
"There is no trace of evidence that supports the idea that Foire is possibly Suu. And since her arrival, I haven't had the chance to meet her in person, but it seems the General keeps her closely guarded."
Kazuhiko clenched his fists.
"Closely guarded? Why would a General of his status pay that much attention to an ambassador anyway? There's definitely something fishy going on."
Gingetsu was silent for a moment.
"You're determined to find out."
"Hell, yes."
"Why?"
"Why?! I want to know if she's still alive! If she is, I want to know why she left the way she did, I-I………don't know……"
"Suu was the most powerful, yet the most tragic of our kind. If she's having another chance at a life she never had, maybe we should consider letting things go."
"Having a second chance at life?! You said she was closely guarded by the General yourself! She could be living a hell that is similar or worse than the one she was in before!!"
"And, if she really is alive, and after we have certified that, what are you going to do? What can you do? She loves you……loved you. Do you love her? Did you? You better sort out what you feel before we carry this any further. What you are trying to do can do more damage to her than good."
With that said, Gingetsu walked past the dumbfounded Kazuhiko into the hallway which led to his bedroom.
~~~
Kazuhiko's mind was swirling.
I love, Oruha, I loved her, I love her still……
I feel for Suu, she's Oruha's friend. Best friend. Only friend.
I like her, I care about her. I love her. *wait* Her? Her who? Oruha or Suu? Oruha? Suu? Both?
*She loves you.* Damn Gingetsu's voice. Who do I love now? I care deeply for Suu, but is that love? I think about her, I dream about her, do I want her? Is she important to me? I …………
"Kazuhiko?"
A voice jarred Kazuhiko back into reality. He had been so absorbed in his own thoughts that he had not noticed that Ran had returned to the living room with the now empty ash tray.
Ran, a clover……a three leaf clover………clover………Suu……
"Fuck……I'm out of this place."
With that, Kazuhiko turned and left.
~~~
Ran watched the departing figure of Kazuhiko below from the window, his palm resting lightly on the cool glass. He slowly lifted a finger and traced a number four beside his reflection in the glass.
"What is your decision, Suu?" he whispered.
There was no answer.
~~~
Tbc
Author's notes: Bloody short chapter, this one. But wanted this out as soon as possible, so…… I'll make an effort to write longer chapters……but readers……which do you prefer? Longer or shorter chapters? Feedback will be very useful! Thanks~