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Moonlit Glass
Alone I sit, quiet in the darkness.
Wrapped in Shades of Grey Silk....
The broken image staring back at me from the mirror....
'Tis not myself, yet a shattered image of my yesterday.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
The night's silence was broken only by the sound of water falling onto a tatami mat. Water that trickled over locks of short, platinum hair.
A pair of glasses lay, forgotten, next to a shattered mirror. Shards of glass littered the floor, reflecting the moonlight streaming in from the window.
Delicate fingers relaxed from their tight grasp around the handle of a wooden brush and moved to rest against folded knees. A breath of air, neither a sigh nor a sob, but something in between, floated through the darkened room.
Yukito clenched his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. He was tired. He was confused. And he wanted to scream, but his throat refused to comply. So he sat, eyes closed, refusing to see how the glass shards transformed soft shafts of moonlight into fractured beams of dust motes.
Perhaps he had nothing to be anxious about. Perhaps he would find himself gazing at miniature reflections of himself, Yukito Tsukishiiro, the high school student. Short hair, plastered wetly to a familiar face. Brown eyes looking back, slightly unfocused.
He would smile at himself, chiding himself for his childishness, and pick up his glasses. The world would snap into focus, and there would be no more thoughts of lost memories. Of lost hours. Of lost energy.
But his hands would not budge. His legs would not straighten. His body would not obey him. Because it was listening to something else.
Fear.
He could do nothing but tremble in the grip of terror. At this moment, sitting in a moonlit room, he was powerless against the small part of his mind that howled at him, screaming question after question at him. Questions whose answers lay in a place he was unwilling to look.
An image burned into him, refusing to be forgotten. An image, branded into his retina by moonlit glass, of a being of unnatural beauty. An image he refused to face.
Frantic, needing to run from it, he opened his eyes, only to be speared, once again, by cold, blue eyes and long, silver hair. Only now, there were a hundred eyes, piercing him from the remains of his shattered mirror.
"Who are you?" he cried, and the question echoed, over and over in his mind, until it seemed as if it was now being asked, mockingly, of him.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
The night's silence was broken only by the sound of tears falling onto a tatami mat. Tears that trickled past a mouth moving in silent answer.
"I don't know."
owari
Author's notes:
This fic was written as an answer to a challenge on the CCSakura ml, which was to write a fic for the poem quoted at the beginning (which was written by Card Captor Yuki).
Most of the inspiration for this bit of writing comes from Leareth's fantastic (as yet unfinished) story, Shadows of the Moon. If you haven't read it, do so now! ^_^
Anyway, I didn't put all that much thought into this fic before I wrote it (it still took me about a half hour to write though), so I hope it's not too bad.
Moonlit Glass
Alone I sit, quiet in the darkness.
Wrapped in Shades of Grey Silk....
The broken image staring back at me from the mirror....
'Tis not myself, yet a shattered image of my yesterday.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
The night's silence was broken only by the sound of water falling onto a tatami mat. Water that trickled over locks of short, platinum hair.
A pair of glasses lay, forgotten, next to a shattered mirror. Shards of glass littered the floor, reflecting the moonlight streaming in from the window.
Delicate fingers relaxed from their tight grasp around the handle of a wooden brush and moved to rest against folded knees. A breath of air, neither a sigh nor a sob, but something in between, floated through the darkened room.
Yukito clenched his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. He was tired. He was confused. And he wanted to scream, but his throat refused to comply. So he sat, eyes closed, refusing to see how the glass shards transformed soft shafts of moonlight into fractured beams of dust motes.
Perhaps he had nothing to be anxious about. Perhaps he would find himself gazing at miniature reflections of himself, Yukito Tsukishiiro, the high school student. Short hair, plastered wetly to a familiar face. Brown eyes looking back, slightly unfocused.
He would smile at himself, chiding himself for his childishness, and pick up his glasses. The world would snap into focus, and there would be no more thoughts of lost memories. Of lost hours. Of lost energy.
But his hands would not budge. His legs would not straighten. His body would not obey him. Because it was listening to something else.
Fear.
He could do nothing but tremble in the grip of terror. At this moment, sitting in a moonlit room, he was powerless against the small part of his mind that howled at him, screaming question after question at him. Questions whose answers lay in a place he was unwilling to look.
An image burned into him, refusing to be forgotten. An image, branded into his retina by moonlit glass, of a being of unnatural beauty. An image he refused to face.
Frantic, needing to run from it, he opened his eyes, only to be speared, once again, by cold, blue eyes and long, silver hair. Only now, there were a hundred eyes, piercing him from the remains of his shattered mirror.
"Who are you?" he cried, and the question echoed, over and over in his mind, until it seemed as if it was now being asked, mockingly, of him.
Drip . . .
Drip . . .
The night's silence was broken only by the sound of tears falling onto a tatami mat. Tears that trickled past a mouth moving in silent answer.
"I don't know."
owari
Author's notes:
This fic was written as an answer to a challenge on the CCSakura ml, which was to write a fic for the poem quoted at the beginning (which was written by Card Captor Yuki).
Most of the inspiration for this bit of writing comes from Leareth's fantastic (as yet unfinished) story, Shadows of the Moon. If you haven't read it, do so now! ^_^
Anyway, I didn't put all that much thought into this fic before I wrote it (it still took me about a half hour to write though), so I hope it's not too bad.