Ch.13
Love
It has been said, time and time again, by countless prophets, poets, priest, and philosophers that love is all that is. That love is the only true way to happiness. What is this love? This question has torment many for ages, because if we understand it, then we can control it We can own it, and have it forever. But it does not work that way.. In the end, some call it little more then a drug, something to delude the harsh truths of life with, an addiction. But there seems to be much more to it then that, it seems to be, what we were meant to do, the only thing to quell our eternal thirst...
Kasumi wondered where Vic had gone, she hadn't scene him all day. It had been her, who was Vic assistant, her who saw the full extent of what their code had done. But this didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was him, or, more well put, them. Perhaps the entities know as Vic and Kasumi had died that night on the beach, and in their place, was this new being. This carried a price, a longing to feel complete, a need to be with each other, always.
It seems odd, they had know each other for mere days, and yet, there is something that many never find in lifetimes. Perhaps it was a desperate attempt of 2 rejects to escape from their misery. Perhaps it would be better to think that 'the heart has it's own reasons, of which reason knows nothing of*'. In any case, the feeling were as real as anything else in this world.
She had not been so concerned about what he was doing, or where he was, just sad that they weren't together, weren't complete. She sat in a tree near the hotel, and stared into the blue sky. It was another splendid day in paradise, with sun falling through the trees and casting intricate shadows that moved with the eeb and flow of time. She had sat there for about an hour, and felt some comfort from nature. She quietly listen to the ocean, and smelled the breeze, and found comfort as the birds called to their mates, as she called, with her soul, to her's.
She wasn't sure what to think, neither of them were. It was as if everything that was once used to define life, was now gone. It was a wonderful world, and she looked on it now, with the same awe of a small child, laying their eyes on thing for the first time. Questions of weather or not he was he one, if they were going to fast, all never crossed her mind. She was now in a completely different world then those who would ask. She thought back, to the night before:
Vic had worked long and hard to ward off death, every so often a swear or cuss slipping through his lips, as a witch doctor used ancient incarnations. He had finished and looked at her drowsily. They talked, and gently held each other, in the cool breeze, he had then sent her to her room, 'it was too late for any rational person to be up' he had said. He then promised to meet her tomorrow, and assured her that Ayane would be fine, at least physically. Then, as all things must, their embrace was broken, and she was left alone, but with hope for the future left in her mind...
He wasn't there in the morning and, with some inquiry, learned he had borrowed a car and had 'gone to run some errons.' Ayane had gone missing too, later in the day. She knew because she had been the one to care for Ayane. And for these few hours, they both felt like sisters again, like dead days were back. Now, though, she simply looked longingly into the sky, and wondered...
Then she heard it, far off at first. It was the sound of her salvation, of her freedom from her torment. It was not the grand trumpeting of heaven, not a quirror of angles, but, simply, was an old broken down car eigen. Yet she knew, in this unlikely chariot, rode her love. She leaped out of the tree with the grace and finesse of a butterfly, and the exsitment of a child. She landed on the balcony, and ran for the door. There she stopped short, wanting to regain her composer, not wanting to look to needy. As she breathed, he ran out, he saw her and stopped, mid sprit...
" I... ahh,....well see... I wanted to see you... er.. Ah.." He said this in a half happy tone, for seeing her, and a half embarraced one, for his running and all that.
She put her finger to her lips, knowingly. She then looked at him, and the both burst out laughing, out of joy. They walked over to the rail and just stared out into space, side by side. And they both knew, that this was right. Kasumi looked at him and thought:
What I wouldn't give for him to hold me, like he did on the beach, just one more time, and I'll be happy, I will be content, please god. Awwww, this is much harder then waiting...
At that she sneezed. And he reached over and put his arm around her, to keep her warm, in 95* heat. Her heart leaped, both of theirs did. It was as if some kinder deity had taking pity on the them, had given them this moment, to have forever. And they slowly got closer and closer together, each become more and more content with the world, with how things were, with themselves.
They stood there a long time, just listening. They didn't say anything, words could only take away from the beauty of the scene. Also they were both scared that if they spoke, they might wake up. But they slowly became sure of the others exsistance, and a conversation began.
" Where did you go" Said Kasumi, gently, kindly, genuinely wanting to know.
" I had some things to do, some business I had to take care of."
" ohh, like?"
" Just some ghoasts from my past, needed to be layed to rest, and some insurance about the future, about our future, was needed." He said this sincerely, and she loved him all the more for it.
" I see..." She could feel he did not want to go into details, and was fine with it. She didn't want to ruin the moment, neither of them did.
" I saw your sister, today. Did she just escape from her bed?"
" Yea, kinda, I guess. Where did you see her?"
" In a church."
"And?"
"She has far to much of me in her..."
This brought her eyes up, and a flash of jealousy and rage crossed her face:
What does he mean by that?! Is he saying...
" Nothing like that," he said, sensing her anger, " Just she is too much like me, too alone, or perhaps, what I used to be like. She hasn't found her Kasumi... I guess..."
This brought immediate blushing to her face, and she quickly looked down. The scene continued on for several more minutes, they talked of this and that. Then, the real world came back...
" Well comrade Vic, as I live and breath." This came from a heavily accented Russian man, who stood on the balcony. He was old, yet, something about him seemed to reek of bad news. Everything about this man seemed to echo some darkness, not in him, but something he took with him, some burden, a curse. And as this prophet of doom gazed at them, they Kasumi knew, this was bad...
Love
It has been said, time and time again, by countless prophets, poets, priest, and philosophers that love is all that is. That love is the only true way to happiness. What is this love? This question has torment many for ages, because if we understand it, then we can control it We can own it, and have it forever. But it does not work that way.. In the end, some call it little more then a drug, something to delude the harsh truths of life with, an addiction. But there seems to be much more to it then that, it seems to be, what we were meant to do, the only thing to quell our eternal thirst...
Kasumi wondered where Vic had gone, she hadn't scene him all day. It had been her, who was Vic assistant, her who saw the full extent of what their code had done. But this didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was him, or, more well put, them. Perhaps the entities know as Vic and Kasumi had died that night on the beach, and in their place, was this new being. This carried a price, a longing to feel complete, a need to be with each other, always.
It seems odd, they had know each other for mere days, and yet, there is something that many never find in lifetimes. Perhaps it was a desperate attempt of 2 rejects to escape from their misery. Perhaps it would be better to think that 'the heart has it's own reasons, of which reason knows nothing of*'. In any case, the feeling were as real as anything else in this world.
She had not been so concerned about what he was doing, or where he was, just sad that they weren't together, weren't complete. She sat in a tree near the hotel, and stared into the blue sky. It was another splendid day in paradise, with sun falling through the trees and casting intricate shadows that moved with the eeb and flow of time. She had sat there for about an hour, and felt some comfort from nature. She quietly listen to the ocean, and smelled the breeze, and found comfort as the birds called to their mates, as she called, with her soul, to her's.
She wasn't sure what to think, neither of them were. It was as if everything that was once used to define life, was now gone. It was a wonderful world, and she looked on it now, with the same awe of a small child, laying their eyes on thing for the first time. Questions of weather or not he was he one, if they were going to fast, all never crossed her mind. She was now in a completely different world then those who would ask. She thought back, to the night before:
Vic had worked long and hard to ward off death, every so often a swear or cuss slipping through his lips, as a witch doctor used ancient incarnations. He had finished and looked at her drowsily. They talked, and gently held each other, in the cool breeze, he had then sent her to her room, 'it was too late for any rational person to be up' he had said. He then promised to meet her tomorrow, and assured her that Ayane would be fine, at least physically. Then, as all things must, their embrace was broken, and she was left alone, but with hope for the future left in her mind...
He wasn't there in the morning and, with some inquiry, learned he had borrowed a car and had 'gone to run some errons.' Ayane had gone missing too, later in the day. She knew because she had been the one to care for Ayane. And for these few hours, they both felt like sisters again, like dead days were back. Now, though, she simply looked longingly into the sky, and wondered...
Then she heard it, far off at first. It was the sound of her salvation, of her freedom from her torment. It was not the grand trumpeting of heaven, not a quirror of angles, but, simply, was an old broken down car eigen. Yet she knew, in this unlikely chariot, rode her love. She leaped out of the tree with the grace and finesse of a butterfly, and the exsitment of a child. She landed on the balcony, and ran for the door. There she stopped short, wanting to regain her composer, not wanting to look to needy. As she breathed, he ran out, he saw her and stopped, mid sprit...
" I... ahh,....well see... I wanted to see you... er.. Ah.." He said this in a half happy tone, for seeing her, and a half embarraced one, for his running and all that.
She put her finger to her lips, knowingly. She then looked at him, and the both burst out laughing, out of joy. They walked over to the rail and just stared out into space, side by side. And they both knew, that this was right. Kasumi looked at him and thought:
What I wouldn't give for him to hold me, like he did on the beach, just one more time, and I'll be happy, I will be content, please god. Awwww, this is much harder then waiting...
At that she sneezed. And he reached over and put his arm around her, to keep her warm, in 95* heat. Her heart leaped, both of theirs did. It was as if some kinder deity had taking pity on the them, had given them this moment, to have forever. And they slowly got closer and closer together, each become more and more content with the world, with how things were, with themselves.
They stood there a long time, just listening. They didn't say anything, words could only take away from the beauty of the scene. Also they were both scared that if they spoke, they might wake up. But they slowly became sure of the others exsistance, and a conversation began.
" Where did you go" Said Kasumi, gently, kindly, genuinely wanting to know.
" I had some things to do, some business I had to take care of."
" ohh, like?"
" Just some ghoasts from my past, needed to be layed to rest, and some insurance about the future, about our future, was needed." He said this sincerely, and she loved him all the more for it.
" I see..." She could feel he did not want to go into details, and was fine with it. She didn't want to ruin the moment, neither of them did.
" I saw your sister, today. Did she just escape from her bed?"
" Yea, kinda, I guess. Where did you see her?"
" In a church."
"And?"
"She has far to much of me in her..."
This brought her eyes up, and a flash of jealousy and rage crossed her face:
What does he mean by that?! Is he saying...
" Nothing like that," he said, sensing her anger, " Just she is too much like me, too alone, or perhaps, what I used to be like. She hasn't found her Kasumi... I guess..."
This brought immediate blushing to her face, and she quickly looked down. The scene continued on for several more minutes, they talked of this and that. Then, the real world came back...
" Well comrade Vic, as I live and breath." This came from a heavily accented Russian man, who stood on the balcony. He was old, yet, something about him seemed to reek of bad news. Everything about this man seemed to echo some darkness, not in him, but something he took with him, some burden, a curse. And as this prophet of doom gazed at them, they Kasumi knew, this was bad...