Blue, Blue Sky
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With Vicious' attack on the Elders, Spike's non-death, and Julia's flight, the castle had been knocked down, the blocks out of order. What we knew we could depend on as sure as two coming after one had ended. The balancing act was over, no longer gray or in-between, the scale had tipped and the train continued down its track.
As the woman had said, "They've all lost their sense of place in the world, like kites without strings or tails."
Had Vicious known? Surely, for he had been planning it. He had known the order of their small sect in the world would end if he completed his task. And then he wanted, of course to take over and reorganize the blocks to his liking. But it would not turn out that way. Those blocks were long past worn. All would go to anarchy, and he was tired of the suspense of gray. Tired of this seemingly never-ending timeout, in the game of life, where the numbers were frozen. The past had been balanced, but at some point Spike became the perpetrator and tipped the scale his own way, causing so many other events with it.
Julia had helped create new balance, however unstable. Thus the blocks rearranged themselves around those events. But this time they weren't fast enough. The coup, Julia's and Annie's death, and the final realization of what Spike had been fumbling to try and realize, scattered the blocks. Too many other portions had become involved. This rearrangement would be painful if it happened at all. That's why he wanted out.
He wanted no order, no blocks. Before Julia, the syndicate, Bebop, and then..now. This didn't fit it was too fuzzy. Once was too much, and frankly what if you were tired? They just wanted nothing. Everything planed, and stripped to the wood. That way…it could start anew, differently than this, or continue. One person can only do so much before they are done.
All the events, so extreme in the eyes of another, commonplace to him and his sect. But his time the burst would be too much and he knew it. Another reason.
Too far. It had gone too far. The complex maze of himself walked away that day. Back to the scattered blocks that he was going to kick some more on his way out.
Subconsciously it was for a million reasons. In half hopes that the blocks could never come back again, that it would never happen again, that he might live, that it was a...dream, that it was because he had to, for honor, that it was because Julia was dead, and what did Bebop matter anyways? It didn't. So many thoughts and processes overworking an over worked mind that remained as clear as blue, blue sky.
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Can't explain where his one came from. I hope it wasn't too confusing. I'll fix it if it is. I'll get the next chapter to Life in General out soon! Please review!