~~*Author's Note: I suppose some of you will think this is a stupid story, but...You know
what? I don't really care.
Aside from that, the characters aside from me that are in the story now and *MIGHT* be
later do not belong to me - they belong to the Slayers' creators - Dang. *~~
-Timeline: AU, I suppose. Set in our world.
R&R if you like...-
~#&#~
I was walking down the street one day, and coming up on the other side of the road
was a man. Not a normal man, mind you. A tall man, with a trenchcoat of vermillion, slacks
of brown, and wingtips of black. Across his back was strung a sword that was longer than I
was tall. Not only that, he had flaming red hair down to the back of his knees, held in a
small ponytail around his lower back.
Oh. And he was around 8 foot.
Anyway, as I said, he was walking up the other side of the street, hands stuffed
inside of his pockets, head down, large red brows furrowed in frustrated concentration.
It seemed that, even though the sky was devoid of any clouds, that a small black storm one
was following him around, and at random times, would flash a spot of lightning.
Now, the usual person would either have ran screaming from the scene, or maybe, if
they were brave, they would have just stopped and stared. However, I was neither.
I was an anime fan.
And that made all the difference.
Perhaps.
So we continued on our way; he coming towards me, and I coming towards him. Finally,
we met.
Sortof.
As we hit the exact middle of our crosswalks, we stopped. Not looking at each other,
we acknowledge each other's presence. Not anything elaborate, just a slight change in facial
expression; him, brows furrowing farther; me, a slight twitch in the left eye. As I said,
nothing much.
It was only a few seconds before the first words were spoken:
"Birds of a feather flock together."
Suprisingly soft, for someone of his stature. Not quite a true baritone, but not
high enough for tenor. It resonated in his large chest before coming out of his mouth,
giving even the simplest words an almost frightening strength.
"And where do these birds flock, pre tell?"
A considerable contrast. My voice was only on the verge of masculine; there was
still a very true feminine ring. Soft, almost like a wind. Too high for a tenor, but almost
too low for an alto. Words were made short and crisp, yet they flowed together, nearly
unintelligible.
He looked up then, large blue eyes turned to the pale sky; the sun overhead burned
with the same intensity that it had for the past day; and the day before that; and the day
before that, and so on. "Nothing new beneath the sun," I believe is how the song goes.
Quite true.
I smiled, and hung my head, in quite the same fasion as he himself had done, not 1
minute earlier. Jaw-length blonde bangs fell in front of large-pupiled blue eyes, which
seemed to be, themselves, smiling.
And we walked on
my demon and I.
~#&#~
**~After Note: I think...I..might...continue it...What do you think?~**
what? I don't really care.
Aside from that, the characters aside from me that are in the story now and *MIGHT* be
later do not belong to me - they belong to the Slayers' creators - Dang. *~~
-Timeline: AU, I suppose. Set in our world.
R&R if you like...-
~#&#~
I was walking down the street one day, and coming up on the other side of the road
was a man. Not a normal man, mind you. A tall man, with a trenchcoat of vermillion, slacks
of brown, and wingtips of black. Across his back was strung a sword that was longer than I
was tall. Not only that, he had flaming red hair down to the back of his knees, held in a
small ponytail around his lower back.
Oh. And he was around 8 foot.
Anyway, as I said, he was walking up the other side of the street, hands stuffed
inside of his pockets, head down, large red brows furrowed in frustrated concentration.
It seemed that, even though the sky was devoid of any clouds, that a small black storm one
was following him around, and at random times, would flash a spot of lightning.
Now, the usual person would either have ran screaming from the scene, or maybe, if
they were brave, they would have just stopped and stared. However, I was neither.
I was an anime fan.
And that made all the difference.
Perhaps.
So we continued on our way; he coming towards me, and I coming towards him. Finally,
we met.
Sortof.
As we hit the exact middle of our crosswalks, we stopped. Not looking at each other,
we acknowledge each other's presence. Not anything elaborate, just a slight change in facial
expression; him, brows furrowing farther; me, a slight twitch in the left eye. As I said,
nothing much.
It was only a few seconds before the first words were spoken:
"Birds of a feather flock together."
Suprisingly soft, for someone of his stature. Not quite a true baritone, but not
high enough for tenor. It resonated in his large chest before coming out of his mouth,
giving even the simplest words an almost frightening strength.
"And where do these birds flock, pre tell?"
A considerable contrast. My voice was only on the verge of masculine; there was
still a very true feminine ring. Soft, almost like a wind. Too high for a tenor, but almost
too low for an alto. Words were made short and crisp, yet they flowed together, nearly
unintelligible.
He looked up then, large blue eyes turned to the pale sky; the sun overhead burned
with the same intensity that it had for the past day; and the day before that; and the day
before that, and so on. "Nothing new beneath the sun," I believe is how the song goes.
Quite true.
I smiled, and hung my head, in quite the same fasion as he himself had done, not 1
minute earlier. Jaw-length blonde bangs fell in front of large-pupiled blue eyes, which
seemed to be, themselves, smiling.
And we walked on
my demon and I.
~#&#~
**~After Note: I think...I..might...continue it...What do you think?~**
