Title: Watch me Shine
Author: PiNkSpiDeR
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Arc II
[chapter 4]
Thousands of little lamps shone brightly, lighted like little embers of fire, dimming slightly for a moment, its illumination flickering for the slightest of seconds before sending out shards of icy twinkles, as if chastising any doubts of its brilliance.
The starry night, a picture painted only by the heavenly gods, presenting their children with an enticing piece of artwork as a reward for their hard day's work. And who wouldn't halt their footsteps for a while and look, wondering if the creator was looking down upon them? Praising for chastising? Yet we still hungered for the full moon in the hues of blue and black, in the mist of the colours of the night. There, the only light that glowed the brightest in the dark, like a glittering pearl reflecting the wonders of those around it, of the light that shone on it, the silver brilliance that shamed all other jealous stars.
If the sun could be called the vigor of the creator, the strength of the gods, then why, this gentle incandescence of the night must be the smile, so sweetly bestowing his kindness and love for his children.
Beautiful. Sinfully beautiful, yet so pure, indefinitely pure and innocent. It reminded him so much of someone. Someone who was very important to him. Someone he had promised something to. Who. What. He made a very important promise, but he could not remember. All he could see in the chaos that reigned in his mind was blue. Deep, cobalt blue. He tried to unscramble the puzzle presented to him, tried so hard that his head hurt, but to no avail. Why couldn't he call up the image of the person so important to him, nor the promise?
"A penny for your thoughts, young mister?"
Duo turned his eyes away from the entrancingly lit night sky.
"Well, then, I'll be a pretty rich mister, wouldn't I?"
"Richer than you now are anyway."
"Eh?" Duo's ears caught the seriousness underneath the teasing words. He turned sharply at the boy who just uttered such disbelieving words.
"I am rich?"
The question seemed to strike a chord in the other boy. His cobalt eyes hesitated, and for a moment, Duo thought he saw a hint of sorrow in those endless blue.
"Yes. You are rich. How could you not be? You've just inherited a fortune from your uncle."
"Uncle?" Duo knitted his eyebrows together. He had an uncle?
"You really did not remember anything? At all?"
"Yes," Duo said, wincing when he saw the impact of his word. The boy's beguiling eyes faltered for a moment before regaining his composure.
"So I guess I'll have to help you recall your family history."
"Erm." Duo stuttered, guilty for causing the boy in front of him unspoken hurt.
"Sure. But, can you tell me your name? I really wanted to know."
The boy looked startled, apparently not expecting such a question.
"Heero. Heero Odin Yuy. Son of Yamato Vincent Yuy."
"Hee-ro?" The name rolled off his tongue easily, as if he had spoken it too many times before, but with a different. different end.
Hee. ro? Hee.
"Hee-chan?" The name came to him suddenly, slipping out of his mouth as soon as the idea took form.
The boy looked up to his suddenly, blue eyes boring into him, making him uncomfortable. Duo fidgeted.
"Ah. It. It just came to the mind."
"It's okay. You can use it. I don't mind."
The resigned tone of Heero's voice reminded Duo very much of something.But. What was it?
The memory remained an unsolved puzzle to Duo, slipping out of his grasp like a slippery eel every time he thought he had almost got it. This time, it slipped once more, and glided away from him, buried deep in the secret chamber of his heart.
+Tsuzuku+
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A/N:
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Arc II
[chapter 4]
Thousands of little lamps shone brightly, lighted like little embers of fire, dimming slightly for a moment, its illumination flickering for the slightest of seconds before sending out shards of icy twinkles, as if chastising any doubts of its brilliance.
The starry night, a picture painted only by the heavenly gods, presenting their children with an enticing piece of artwork as a reward for their hard day's work. And who wouldn't halt their footsteps for a while and look, wondering if the creator was looking down upon them? Praising for chastising? Yet we still hungered for the full moon in the hues of blue and black, in the mist of the colours of the night. There, the only light that glowed the brightest in the dark, like a glittering pearl reflecting the wonders of those around it, of the light that shone on it, the silver brilliance that shamed all other jealous stars.
If the sun could be called the vigor of the creator, the strength of the gods, then why, this gentle incandescence of the night must be the smile, so sweetly bestowing his kindness and love for his children.
Beautiful. Sinfully beautiful, yet so pure, indefinitely pure and innocent. It reminded him so much of someone. Someone who was very important to him. Someone he had promised something to. Who. What. He made a very important promise, but he could not remember. All he could see in the chaos that reigned in his mind was blue. Deep, cobalt blue. He tried to unscramble the puzzle presented to him, tried so hard that his head hurt, but to no avail. Why couldn't he call up the image of the person so important to him, nor the promise?
"A penny for your thoughts, young mister?"
Duo turned his eyes away from the entrancingly lit night sky.
"Well, then, I'll be a pretty rich mister, wouldn't I?"
"Richer than you now are anyway."
"Eh?" Duo's ears caught the seriousness underneath the teasing words. He turned sharply at the boy who just uttered such disbelieving words.
"I am rich?"
The question seemed to strike a chord in the other boy. His cobalt eyes hesitated, and for a moment, Duo thought he saw a hint of sorrow in those endless blue.
"Yes. You are rich. How could you not be? You've just inherited a fortune from your uncle."
"Uncle?" Duo knitted his eyebrows together. He had an uncle?
"You really did not remember anything? At all?"
"Yes," Duo said, wincing when he saw the impact of his word. The boy's beguiling eyes faltered for a moment before regaining his composure.
"So I guess I'll have to help you recall your family history."
"Erm." Duo stuttered, guilty for causing the boy in front of him unspoken hurt.
"Sure. But, can you tell me your name? I really wanted to know."
The boy looked startled, apparently not expecting such a question.
"Heero. Heero Odin Yuy. Son of Yamato Vincent Yuy."
"Hee-ro?" The name rolled off his tongue easily, as if he had spoken it too many times before, but with a different. different end.
Hee. ro? Hee.
"Hee-chan?" The name came to him suddenly, slipping out of his mouth as soon as the idea took form.
The boy looked up to his suddenly, blue eyes boring into him, making him uncomfortable. Duo fidgeted.
"Ah. It. It just came to the mind."
"It's okay. You can use it. I don't mind."
The resigned tone of Heero's voice reminded Duo very much of something.But. What was it?
The memory remained an unsolved puzzle to Duo, slipping out of his grasp like a slippery eel every time he thought he had almost got it. This time, it slipped once more, and glided away from him, buried deep in the secret chamber of his heart.
+Tsuzuku+
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