A Pale, Gentle Blur By Crimson Nightmare



Summary:

Time passes by with a pale, gentle blur.

People change again as things now occur.

Fate doesn't control destruction, people do.

Miracle doesn't exist, only grief and pains do.

This is a story of four paths weaved as one.

Where a miracle comes and puts the past behind.

A gentle blur would pale their hearts;

And fades away the malicious blot. [Crimson Nightmare]

Declaimer: Lord of the Flies belongs to W. Golding. Also, the lyrics at the end are Brian Adam's "On a Day Like Today", not mine either. No money is made from this, so no suing please.

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I added about five years onto the boys' age for the sake of logical sex scenes. Some changes will be made to the plot of the original book. Quotes are taken from the original book; I will not list them in declaimer because there are quite a few of them. New setting: After the boys came back into civilization, four or so years after that. I am not associating the new setting with the actual history of Britain at the time. I'm simply using today's society as the new setting. (It's too much work to do the actual time - for those who know me; you know how lazy I can be.)







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A Pale, Gentle Blur By Crimson Nightmare



Chapter One: Trance



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"Hey buddy." The clerk at the front desk greeted him cheerfully. He had always come to this place for the same priced cup of coffee and same type of fresh baked donuts.

"The usual, please." He said pleasantly, hiding behind the bright smile he carried around these days. He had learned how to do this in a slightly different way from a boy, from a boy who had a philosophy of both authority and forgotten pride. He took the donuts given to him and the cup of coffee and found a nice little corner where he could do what he had come here to do.



He was here to think - to think about a certain someone else.



He watched silently as streetcars outside the glass window passed by, buzzing and crowding the city like blobs of painted flies. He took out his little bottle of brandy and made a nice shake out of his coffee and brandy. He took a sip of the hot stuff and sat back, admiring the burning feeling of the liquid going down his throat. Now that he was relaxed and settled.

He began to drown, drowning himself in the terrifying and sweet memories.

A dim, sad light shun about him, as he lowered his gaze to the hypnotism of the swirling blend of the warm brown of coffee and the sharp hotness of brandy; the two people he used to know, long, long time ago.



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He remembered. That boy with red hair under his black cap and black cloak flying behind, giving off radiation of both authority and pride. Jack. They had first smiled at each other with shy liking. How long ago was that? He did not remember.

Then he remembered. That shy, skinny little boy that gave him light. The warm smile and weak body that held incredible will power. Simon. He remembered his first impression on the boy -- weakness, how the boy had fainted right in front of him, and how the boy with red hair and authority arranged a stop just for the skinny little boy. He remembered he felt a bit envious at the boy with red hair, envious at the authority he had over that smaller boy.

He was later proved wrong - the little boy with coarse black hair had an authority that was even greater than anybody else's, he was never owned by anybody. Simon really was the strongest soul amongst them all, now that he thought about it. It was a kind of white purity that was not found in anywhere else, not even in the civilized life he regained here in Britain.



He remembered their first contact, as that little boy had stroked his arm shyly, and they were laughing. Ah. Laughing. Really laughing. Something he hasn't done ever since he had been through what he been through, even after he came back into that ungraspable thing they called civilization.





He was so stupid, so immature, and so very much in love.

They were so stupid that they followed their desires, and believed in love at the first sight. They were so immature that the three of them had made love right away in that blue field of flowers on the bright side of the mountain. He had knocked that little tanned figure down first, expressing the intensity of his emotion; and soon they were a happy, heaving pile in the under-dusk. At the time it was their paradise, where the three of them had it all. Until a blackness suddenly infected the island - no. It was there all along, he guessed, and it kills him to remember that horrifying time, when lovers turn against each other for power, when they had nearly killed their loved one without even knowing it.



Love disappeared in one of them. He never noticed when. Or why.



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//flashback//



"Ralph --?" A small voice called him.

He rolled over and pressed down the little head that shared his stash of leaf-made pillow. "Go to sleep." He mumbled sleepily. Ralph slid his hand down the skinny arm that was underneath him and found the boy's hand; he grabbed it with authority and felt the ends of the skinny boy's fingertips. "Go back to sleep."

"Ralph --?" The little voice called him again, this time with more urgency.

He blinked open one eye. "What is it, Simon? Nightmare?"



The thin, tanned boy shook his head hard until his black hair flopped left and right with his head's movement and he finally spoke with a small voice, "You're suffocating me." The thin, little fingers pointed at Ralph, who was sleeping on top of Simon and was crushing him with heavy weight.

Ralph opened both of his eyes this time and smiled slyly at the innocent statement. "Well, I thought that's kind of obvious, isn't it? You are, for a fact, always at the bottom when we did it."

The little boy underneath him wiggled uncomfortably. "That is very mean. And, by the way, I'm lacking oxygen seriously. Please get off of me."

"Oh come on." The boy on top said with mischievous glitters in his eyes. "Nobody'll hear us."

"Ralph --" Simon went red in embarrassment and begun to protest but was cut off by a hot, wet kiss from the other boy.

Ralph sat up on top of the smaller boy and looked down with authority, protection, and admiration. He bent down again and kissed the babbling lips, cutting off the small, weak protests that slipped from time to time as their kisses broke off in repeated rhythm. His hands swam downward, feeling the healthy, tanned skin of that small body underneath him and sent wet kisses down following his hands.

He closed his eyes as he sank his face into Simon's shoulder.



"Darn. You started without me?" A mocking voice came down on them with passionate lips following along. "Ralph you sly old dog."

"Hey, how was I supposed to know you weren't sleeping?" Ralph protested as Jack squatted down beside him and began to finger his neck with lust.

"You guys --" A small voice floated between them again.

They looked over, and both laughed as they saw the You've-All-Forgotten-Me look was presented in Simon's large, adorable eyes. They made up to Simon by both lying down on the either side of the smaller boy and pressed themselves tightly against the small, tanned body that was waiting to be loved and caressed.



Jack was always the aggressive one, and Ralph knew it and did not mind. He let Jack have him, while he himself tasted the sweet tenderness of Simon beneath him. He felt Jack's possessive hands gripping his shoulders and caressing his back as he circled his arms around Simon, who was in front of him, wiggling around on his lap. He slipped into Simon with a smooth movement and stayed there until he felt Jack entering him with a more rough and inexperienced motion.



"Jack," He said calmly. "Start moving or I'll be pushing you off."

"Yes, Chief." Jack's voice came dripping with sarcasm.



The red-haired boy had his ration of sex as Ralph started setting to work on the smaller boy before him. "Simon --" He murmured with a teasing tone. He did not say anything further but started nibbling at the Simon's ear and neckline. He had a natural feeling in need of both protecting and petting the thin-framed boy, and he did not know why. He made love to the boy with gentleness, unlike the more aggressive boy behind him, and had the time of his life as he came into Simon, hearing the small teeth-clutched gasp coming out of the boy.

Towards Jack he felt the need to connect -- the need to keep the boy in check, in case he does something stupid out of temporary passion. He liked the boy from the very beginning, but he couldn't help noticing his tight defense against any authority that attempts to try to over throw him - for example, Ralph himself. For this little knot between them, he felt the need to pay back, and somehow it ended up in a love-hate relationship like they had now.

They panted as they all were satisfied and lied down in the half-done hut that stood shakily at night. From the gap between the palm leaves that formed the roof Ralph could see pale, glimmering stars hanging in the sky. It all seems so wonderful now.



//flashback end//



Free is all you've got to be

dream dreams no one else can see

sometimes you want to run away

but you never know what might be coming round your way

On a day like today

the whole world could change

the sun is going to shine

shine thru the rain

on a day like today

you never wanna see the sun go down

you never wanna see the sun go down



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A/N: Hello, the very few of you who are fans of Lord of the Flies~ This is a fic for a friend, who, by the way, loves Simon very, very much! *coughthere'smoretoitcough* Anyways, I hope you liked the little fic. Please leave a review and tell me if you think it's good, bad, too little sex, sappy (?), suggestions, comments, blah, blah, and blah~ Love to here from you! *beams~*