Glass Chapter five: ?!.
Listen. No one listens. Not anymore. No one ever did, Listen. If you truly listen, you learn so much, but no one listens. "Maybe you should reconsider?" will anyone listen, just once. Maybe you should listen, once or twice, and maybe you'll learn. Maybe you'll learn something you wanted to know, but then again...
A blood red sky stretched to the horizon, far as the eye could see. A lost boy lay on the ground looking out into the seeming abyss, no answers could he find. Only more questions, so many questions.
Blood.
A sky of blood, it was so red.
His eyes.
Endless eyes stretched out stared back at the small boy, so small, so quiet, innocence a flame. The abyss of emptiness stretched on. Guilt devours, guilt kills, guilt destroys, guilt beckons...
A Tundra lay before the boy, innocence a flame, and the reddish sand was hot. And so he stared. A memory, small shards of memory cut him, mercilessly. And the eyes, the eyes of another, the eyes of an angel. They pierced him and called.his name? He couldn't tell.
And all at once it clicked.
Unit 00 leaped, attempting to crush one of the Eva series' head. The horrible yells of pain and growls of anger. Eva 02 rammed its knife into another's stomach. The frightening flash of metal and familiar sent of death lingered in the stale air. Eva 01 did nothing, standing on the sidelines watching it's two friends being ripped apart. One of the angel-like Evas through their fake lance, ripping through the air it went straight through 02s chest. A heart-wrenching scream was emitted through the intercom. And then...
Silence.
It was night, green aurora played with the sky and shone through the otherwise black place.
"Where am I?" Shinji asked.
"We are nowhere." Kaworu said in a flat monotone.
"...Kaworu?"
"Yes, Ikari-san?" the albino boy asked in the same tone again.
"Why are we here?"
"I do not know."
Shinji turned to look back at the green sky. Kaworu stared with him, emotionless, silent. "Kaworu, do you love me?"
"What is love?"
"...I." there is no answer to that. Love. Love is something you feel, not something you can explain. Love is a thing you can never comprehend; although even though you don't and will never understand it, you feel that you must follow it...love is love, a feeling, a possessor and a drug. Love devours, love kills, love destroys, love beckons and love promises...
Light shone down upon the two boys as their conversation came to a dead end. Love. Love. Love. Something's not right, what is love, why is it we love? Who are we? Why is it that they love? Do they love? If they love, who is it they love? Why? Answers and questions, answers and questions. Questions and questions. Answers and nothing, and nothing but questions.
We don't know? We don't know. Why? Why. Questions and answers? Questions and answers.
They don't know? They don't know. They don't understand, but why? And who are they?
They.
Why.
They?
Why?
"Kaworu?" a question.
No reply. An answer.
"I need you." A statement.
"Why?" a question.
"I don't know." An answer.
And so they lay, time seeped through, and morning was upon them. Kaworu stood up.
"We should go." Kaworu said emotionlessly.
"Wh-where are we going?" Shinji spook.
Kaworu got up from his place on the ground and started to walk. Shinji followed as fast as he could, scrambling up and running to catch up with the other boy.
They walked for what seemed like hours, not saying a word. So many things ran through though Shinji's head, but none were spoken. They reached a small town, simple and quiet. The mid afternoon sun bleakly cast shadows over the streets and buildings. They were the only ones that were walking in the town, although it did not look deserted, run down maybe, but not deserted.
"Kaworu, where are we going?" Shinji questioned.
"An apartment." He stated matter-of-factly.
"You're apartment?"
"I suppose," the boy said again. "I live there, but I would not call it mine."
"Oh, I see." Shinji lied, confusion ridden on his face.
They walked further up the street, reaching a small apartment building. The sun reflected off the windows and gleamed, as the sun slowly collapsed behind the horizon. Passing through the door, Shinji and Kaworu climbed the stairs 'til they reached the third floor. The apartment was familiar, but something was different, which was odd considering he didn't ever know why the room seemed familiar in the first place. It was dark and cold, but to have Kaworu near him was all Shinji really wanted. So many questions he wanted, but he dare not. It wasn't safe.
"Kaworu?" Shinji started.
"Yes Ikari?" Kaworu said in a flat monotone.
"It's just I...when you said...Did you mean it?" the shy boy stammered.
"Mean what?" the other asked quietly.
Shinji frowned and his frown turned to a scowl, a low growl built up in the back of his throat.
"When you said you loved me," Shinji yelled, "did you mean it, did you really mean it? Or were you just lying like everyone else in my life?!" he scowled deeper.
...He waited for an answer, Kaworu looked at him. Emotionless.
"I don't know." He said finally.
Shinji's body tensed of it's own accord. But he didn't say anything. Kaworu looked at him, confused by the intense reaction to his statement.
"I'm sorry Ikari, if I have upset you." He said flatly.
Shinji relaxed a little bit and unclenched his fists. He moved his gaze upwards from the floor 'til his eyes met the angel in front of him.
"Why do I love you?" his voice low and dangerous.
Kaworu looked away, "I'm sorry, but I don't know."
Questions and answers, all relevant, supposedly. If you're lucky: you'll get your questions answered and if you're not: you'll get your answers questioned. Love, all relevant, supposedly, but when it's torn down and you see the truth that lay behind it all the time, the truth you've been searching for, the one you thought would solve all your problems, ends up tearing down all of what you knew was right, just to tell you that everything's fake, what then? Truth: All relevant, supposedly. Truth: the thing you search for, only to find you're so much happier when you lived in the abyss of lies and dilutions. Truth devours, truth kills, truth destroys, truth beckons, truth promises and truth lies.
"Do you love me?" not even a whisper.
Emotionless, "...no."
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Authors notes/ramblings~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *
Okay, before you say Kaworu's OOC: it's intentional; I know where I'm going for once.
*She means she can see the faint outline of the road in front of her.*
Quiet you!! Anywho, I bet none of you can guess why Kaworu acts like this, oh and no it's not the real Kaworu before you get confused, just Shinji's imagination. But I will dedicate some notes to you if you can guess correctly, and it will be RELEVENT to, y'know I'll read you're bio and write a song or mini side or A/U story just for you.
Some thingies;
Who here likes that song 'frontier psychiatrist'? I LOVE it, especially the people dressed up as ghosts bobbing from side to side, there are just so cool.
Edwin Wakeman, of Manchester, committed suicide in 1927, leaving behind him the following note:
I married a widow with a grown daughter. My father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her-thus becoming my son-in-law. My step-daughter became my mother-in-law because she was my father's wife. My wife gave birth to a son, who was, of course, my father's brother- in-law, and also my uncle, for he was the brother of my step-mother. My father's wife became the mother of a son, who was, of course, my brother, and also my grandchild, for he was the son of my step- daughter. According, my wife was my grandmother, because she was my step- mother's mother. I was my wife's husband and grandchild at the same time. And, as the husband of a person's grandmother is his grandfather, I am my own grandfather!
Small wonder the confused Mr. Wakeman did himself in.
Blessed be ~druidangel
Listen. No one listens. Not anymore. No one ever did, Listen. If you truly listen, you learn so much, but no one listens. "Maybe you should reconsider?" will anyone listen, just once. Maybe you should listen, once or twice, and maybe you'll learn. Maybe you'll learn something you wanted to know, but then again...
A blood red sky stretched to the horizon, far as the eye could see. A lost boy lay on the ground looking out into the seeming abyss, no answers could he find. Only more questions, so many questions.
Blood.
A sky of blood, it was so red.
His eyes.
Endless eyes stretched out stared back at the small boy, so small, so quiet, innocence a flame. The abyss of emptiness stretched on. Guilt devours, guilt kills, guilt destroys, guilt beckons...
A Tundra lay before the boy, innocence a flame, and the reddish sand was hot. And so he stared. A memory, small shards of memory cut him, mercilessly. And the eyes, the eyes of another, the eyes of an angel. They pierced him and called.his name? He couldn't tell.
And all at once it clicked.
Unit 00 leaped, attempting to crush one of the Eva series' head. The horrible yells of pain and growls of anger. Eva 02 rammed its knife into another's stomach. The frightening flash of metal and familiar sent of death lingered in the stale air. Eva 01 did nothing, standing on the sidelines watching it's two friends being ripped apart. One of the angel-like Evas through their fake lance, ripping through the air it went straight through 02s chest. A heart-wrenching scream was emitted through the intercom. And then...
Silence.
It was night, green aurora played with the sky and shone through the otherwise black place.
"Where am I?" Shinji asked.
"We are nowhere." Kaworu said in a flat monotone.
"...Kaworu?"
"Yes, Ikari-san?" the albino boy asked in the same tone again.
"Why are we here?"
"I do not know."
Shinji turned to look back at the green sky. Kaworu stared with him, emotionless, silent. "Kaworu, do you love me?"
"What is love?"
"...I." there is no answer to that. Love. Love is something you feel, not something you can explain. Love is a thing you can never comprehend; although even though you don't and will never understand it, you feel that you must follow it...love is love, a feeling, a possessor and a drug. Love devours, love kills, love destroys, love beckons and love promises...
Light shone down upon the two boys as their conversation came to a dead end. Love. Love. Love. Something's not right, what is love, why is it we love? Who are we? Why is it that they love? Do they love? If they love, who is it they love? Why? Answers and questions, answers and questions. Questions and questions. Answers and nothing, and nothing but questions.
We don't know? We don't know. Why? Why. Questions and answers? Questions and answers.
They don't know? They don't know. They don't understand, but why? And who are they?
They.
Why.
They?
Why?
"Kaworu?" a question.
No reply. An answer.
"I need you." A statement.
"Why?" a question.
"I don't know." An answer.
And so they lay, time seeped through, and morning was upon them. Kaworu stood up.
"We should go." Kaworu said emotionlessly.
"Wh-where are we going?" Shinji spook.
Kaworu got up from his place on the ground and started to walk. Shinji followed as fast as he could, scrambling up and running to catch up with the other boy.
They walked for what seemed like hours, not saying a word. So many things ran through though Shinji's head, but none were spoken. They reached a small town, simple and quiet. The mid afternoon sun bleakly cast shadows over the streets and buildings. They were the only ones that were walking in the town, although it did not look deserted, run down maybe, but not deserted.
"Kaworu, where are we going?" Shinji questioned.
"An apartment." He stated matter-of-factly.
"You're apartment?"
"I suppose," the boy said again. "I live there, but I would not call it mine."
"Oh, I see." Shinji lied, confusion ridden on his face.
They walked further up the street, reaching a small apartment building. The sun reflected off the windows and gleamed, as the sun slowly collapsed behind the horizon. Passing through the door, Shinji and Kaworu climbed the stairs 'til they reached the third floor. The apartment was familiar, but something was different, which was odd considering he didn't ever know why the room seemed familiar in the first place. It was dark and cold, but to have Kaworu near him was all Shinji really wanted. So many questions he wanted, but he dare not. It wasn't safe.
"Kaworu?" Shinji started.
"Yes Ikari?" Kaworu said in a flat monotone.
"It's just I...when you said...Did you mean it?" the shy boy stammered.
"Mean what?" the other asked quietly.
Shinji frowned and his frown turned to a scowl, a low growl built up in the back of his throat.
"When you said you loved me," Shinji yelled, "did you mean it, did you really mean it? Or were you just lying like everyone else in my life?!" he scowled deeper.
...He waited for an answer, Kaworu looked at him. Emotionless.
"I don't know." He said finally.
Shinji's body tensed of it's own accord. But he didn't say anything. Kaworu looked at him, confused by the intense reaction to his statement.
"I'm sorry Ikari, if I have upset you." He said flatly.
Shinji relaxed a little bit and unclenched his fists. He moved his gaze upwards from the floor 'til his eyes met the angel in front of him.
"Why do I love you?" his voice low and dangerous.
Kaworu looked away, "I'm sorry, but I don't know."
Questions and answers, all relevant, supposedly. If you're lucky: you'll get your questions answered and if you're not: you'll get your answers questioned. Love, all relevant, supposedly, but when it's torn down and you see the truth that lay behind it all the time, the truth you've been searching for, the one you thought would solve all your problems, ends up tearing down all of what you knew was right, just to tell you that everything's fake, what then? Truth: All relevant, supposedly. Truth: the thing you search for, only to find you're so much happier when you lived in the abyss of lies and dilutions. Truth devours, truth kills, truth destroys, truth beckons, truth promises and truth lies.
"Do you love me?" not even a whisper.
Emotionless, "...no."
TBC-- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - - --
Authors notes/ramblings~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *
Okay, before you say Kaworu's OOC: it's intentional; I know where I'm going for once.
*She means she can see the faint outline of the road in front of her.*
Quiet you!! Anywho, I bet none of you can guess why Kaworu acts like this, oh and no it's not the real Kaworu before you get confused, just Shinji's imagination. But I will dedicate some notes to you if you can guess correctly, and it will be RELEVENT to, y'know I'll read you're bio and write a song or mini side or A/U story just for you.
Some thingies;
Who here likes that song 'frontier psychiatrist'? I LOVE it, especially the people dressed up as ghosts bobbing from side to side, there are just so cool.
Edwin Wakeman, of Manchester, committed suicide in 1927, leaving behind him the following note:
I married a widow with a grown daughter. My father fell in love with my step-daughter and married her-thus becoming my son-in-law. My step-daughter became my mother-in-law because she was my father's wife. My wife gave birth to a son, who was, of course, my father's brother- in-law, and also my uncle, for he was the brother of my step-mother. My father's wife became the mother of a son, who was, of course, my brother, and also my grandchild, for he was the son of my step- daughter. According, my wife was my grandmother, because she was my step- mother's mother. I was my wife's husband and grandchild at the same time. And, as the husband of a person's grandmother is his grandfather, I am my own grandfather!
Small wonder the confused Mr. Wakeman did himself in.
Blessed be ~druidangel