The
Hand of God
Our eyes never left each other as we began the game that meant so much
to us. A battle of wills in which only one could prove dominant, a struggle in
which a single participant could come on top. The fire in those eyes, those
blazing radiant eyes of his made my soul want to scream as I knew of the pain
and joy awaiting me. I licked my lips in anxious anticipation and, shaking,
made my move.
He reacted almost instantly, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
His soul was crying out for me, daring me and threatening me at once to make my
next move. Following my original plan I moved carefully, only to be once again
faced with a glimpse of his inner rage.
He is so beautiful, his eyes glowing with an inner light and his hair
flowing around him, only I can see it. I have been chasing him for years, no
one knows him better than I do. I am the only one with the right to be here in
front of him, like this. To battle with him, like this. To burn, like this.
There are only us in our small universe. A universe of two which holds
more than either can bear. I move. He moves. And our pawns move next to each
other, colliding to cause either great hurt, or great relief and joy. No one is
willing to back down, no one is willing to surrender. Only a constant battle to
the top.
It seems like I'm winning. He's uncharacterly submissive, unwilling to
answer my attacks as I would've expected, causing the game to become far more
interesting. I can barely contain my excitement as he makes another move, and I'm
almost about to cry out when I spot an opening in his defenses. He growls, but
I see in him the readiness to go with me, let me lead, waiting for the right
moment.
And then, it happens. With a flowing movement, his slender hand
penetrates all of my defenses, leaving me wide eyed and shocked. My senses go
numb as my being is filled by divine providence. Knowing I could never hold him
back now, I close my eyes and succumb to the situation. It truly was the Move
of God.
~Owari~
