"Shadows"
By: Otaku Tess
CHAPTER FOUR
oyasuminasai watashi no tenshi
Eeenk! Eeenk! Eeenk! Eeenk! Eeenkee~~! My alarm clock blared in my ear, I sat bolt upright and slammed my hand down on the snooze button, trying to catch my breath from the surprise. I hadn't slept very well that night, and felt very jumpy. I'd been woken up several times that night by house-sounds as well as small, normal, nothing noises from outside.
"Gosh, I gotta lower that thing!" I panted, getting out of bed. I got dressed and put on my coat and headed out the door at around 5:45.
I had called Wolf the night before and asked her if I could feed the dogs. She'd said I could and told me to meet her in the Underground Passage between 5:00 and 6:00 AM.
"I hope I'm not late..." I lamented, making my way through the snow to the building that led to the Underground Passage. On my way I couldn't help but notice that there were still an awful lot of ravens around, but shrugged it off once I was inside and on my way to the Passage.
I quietly, entered the passage, wandering under the metal catwalk that stood against the wall beside the door. "You're late." Purred a voice that seemed to fill the room.
I turned quickly in all directions, looking for the owner of the voice, as Sniper Wolf dropped down in front of me from the catwalk above. She was wearing the same thing as the other day, but now the front was unzipped almost all the way down to her waste, and she didn't appear to be wearing anything underneath.
I blushed visibly.
She blinked in confusion. "What?"
"Uhh... yer, ah-- uh... could you...--?" I stammered as I gestured rather frantically to her chest with my right hand, and attempted to cover my eyes with the other hand. Though, lefty just didn't seem to want to cooperate with me... I continued to blush vividly.
"...?" She paused, looking down, "Oh." She frowned at me and zipped up her jump suit. "Better?"
I nodded, resting my hands at my side. I felt my face cool off... "So, you were gonna ... show me...?" I ventured.
"Yes..." She interjected, as she turned to lead me down the passage. She glanced back at me and I couldn't help but detect a small smile, "Let me show you something..."
I nodded and followed after her, we padded quietly down the passage, the only sound was the crunch of the frosty, rather dirty floor under our feet. I pulled my coat around myself, absently.
"...Cold..." I grumbled, as we approached a door, "How can you wear that?"
"Anti-freezing peptides..." She answered vaguely as the door slid opened.
"Oh." I blinked, she led me through the door into a cave-like area, "What's this place for?"
"A short-cut through the glaciers. It's only really used in emergencies, as far as I know..." She answered, with a pause, then almost purred "-- Come." She gestured for me to follow, then dropped onto her stomach at the end of the cave-area, and crawled under an opening near the floor.
I shrugged to myself and followed. The cold floor bit at my skin through my clothes, and I was glad to be standing again, once I had made it under the gap.
"Wow. I never knew this was here..." I commented, "Where does it lead?"
She didn't appear to hear me, either that, or she was ignoring me... But I didn't have much time to pursue, because just at that moment I heard a deep growl from behind me. I spun around in surprise, and stepped backwards quickly, almost backing into Sniper Wolf.
Upon turning I saw that a wolf had appeared behind me, and was snarling warily at me, it's eyes flashed red in the dim light.
"Heh. Heh? Nice doggy?" I smiled, lamely, giving it a little wave.
To my surprise, it stopped growling immediately, cocked it's head a perked up it's ears. "...?" The dog seemed to say, as it sniffed at the air where I had stood seconds before.
I leaned down to get a better look at the dog, absently fixing my glasses as I did so. "...? Are you...?" I started, holding out my hand slowly to the dog. It took a few steps towards me. I smiled, reaching forward to scratch its head. It gurgled happily, as it's tongue lolled out of its mouth, panting gleefully.
I looked back to Sniper Wolf with a smile. She was leaning against the rocky wall with a flickering light jutting out of it. It looked as if it could go out at any time. She had her arms folded and the dim light above her cast an eerie, almost sinister glow across her face. Yet, it somehow left the beauty in tact. She looked to me with an approving smile, and a slight nod. "... The wolves seem to like you."
"Well, you know... I kinda already knew this one." I smiled. The dog's happy panting created visible steam, as I continued to pet her. "I just hadn't seen her in a while..."
Sniper Wolf nodded slowly, still giving me that approving smile as I turned back to the dog. "What's your name." She said, not so much asking, as demanding.
"Hal..." I responded, turning back to her, as I adjusted my glasses again, "Hal Emmerich..."
"Hal Emmerich." She repeated.
"But." I started, lifting my hand from the dogs head, to turn to her. The wolf whined in annoyance at my stopping, "You can call me... Otacon." I smiled.
"Otacon?" She wrinkled her nose slightly.
"Well, yeah... It's my nickname." I explained zealously, "It stands for Otaku Convention... For people who like Japanese animation."
She cocked her head. "...?"
"Never mind..." I sighed, "It's not important. I just figured ... if I was gonna call you 'Sniper Wolf'... then you should have something neat to call me." I chirped, hopefully.
She let out a chuckle, "All right. Otacon, then..."
"So..." I said, after what felt to me like an awkward pause, Sniper Wolf didn't seem to notice though, "You were gonna show me how to feed the dogs?"
"They are part wolf." She started, as she strayed from the wall to pet the dog, the eerie glow was replaced by shadows, "They shouldn't need to be fed by humans. But, if it gets too cold. If winter is too harsh. They end up relying on humans to feed them... I pity them... -- They're wolves ... yet, they've grown so accustom to being taken care of by people that they are beginning to forget how to survive on their own. They need us, but they are too frightened and threatened by us to be able to act like dogs..." She sighed, "Too much a wolf to act like dog... And too much a dog to ever truly be a wolf..." I sensed the pity in her voice, she felt sorry for them, but there was something else there, too, something she was internalizing... I couldn't explain it.
I nodded, listening intently. "Do they need to be fed now...?"
She nodded, "We should. They seem to have been having some trouble hunting lately ... with the cold. But I don't mind feeding them. It's one of the better parts of my day. They're better company than the people I know." She frowned, focusing her attention to the wolf she was petting.
"Oh..." I sighed, taking her remark a little more personally than I probably should have, "Well, what were ya gonna show me?" I persisted after a moment.
She was silent for a moment, thinking deeply, "...I'll be right back." Then she strutted off. I stood alone, well, alone except for the wolf. For a moment I wondered if Sniper Wolf would really come back.
What had she been thinking about? I wondered momentarily, just as she reentered the area with a large bag resting on her shoulder.
"Dog food?" I questioned, reading the bag.
She nodded, "If the dog in them needs to be fed by humans..." she dropped the bag on the ground, "Then dog food should serve the purpose."
"Makes sense." I glanced over to the dog that sat staring at me happily smiling a dog smile. I smiled back. "Heh. I like her." I commented brightly.
Sniper Wolf ripped opened the bag, and held a handful of dry dog food out to the wolf-dog. It bounded forward and gobbled the food from her cupped palm.
"Aren't you afraid they'll bite ya or something?" I asked in awe.
"No."
"Oh." Another awkward silence...
"Do you want to...?" She offered, looking to me.
"Oh! Sure!" I chirped, reaching into the bag and obtaining a handful of food, which I timidly held out to the dog. She, just as timidly, munched the food out of my hand. This seemed to me to be a very intelligent animal. "You're a smart one, aren't you." I cooed at it, patting it's head with my free hand. "Wow." I looked back to Sniper Wolf, "I never thought I'd be letting a wolf eat out of my hand." She didn't respond, she merely watched me as I fed the dog.
Soon others had flocked in around me for food. I gladly obliged, letting some of them eat from my hands, while others devoured the food I had poured onto the ground.
I sighed to myself, happily. Being able to actually feed the dogs, to pet them and get close to them ... to get a feel for which ones likes me, which ones just tolerated me... It was a wonderful experience, and I was a little saddened when I noticed I had given away all the dog food. For a few happy moments I had felt needed.
All the while Sniper Wolf said nothing. I wanted her to say something. Comment on how I was doing. Was I handling the dogs well? Did they like me? Were they tolerating me because she was there? Did she know how good this made me feel? I wanted her to talk to me.
"Sniper Wolf...?" I ventured, once the wolves realized I was out of dog food and began to disperse. "How ... do they get in here...?"
She shrugged, "They have their ways, I'm sure. I have yet to explore this cave completely."
"Well ... thank you. -- For letting me feed them." I smiled, gratefully, "But... I was wondering..." I stopped.
She looked at me, silent, waiting patiently for me to continue.
"... I was wondering. Why did you invite me here?"
She stared at me for a moment, not answering. "Just a moment." She said, disappearing again... Though this time she returned quickly, and she was holding a small wolf pup in her arms, "Is that...?" I blinked as I took a deep breath of the cold air.
She nodded, "The pup of the wolf that was shot the other day. It will be fine." She gave me a comforting smile. "I thought you might like to see him for yourself."
I looked at it for a moment, before I reached out to pet it. It was so adorable, it's fur was softer than the other wolves'. "Thank you." I smiled back, "I'm so glad it's all right."
She nodded, and held the dog out to me, setting it in my arms. I held it there for a moment, smiling to myself, it's soft fur brushed against my face. I scratched it's head lightly, before I returned it to the floor. It scampered off happily. "With all due respect to my goldfish..." I started, jokingly, "I wish I could have had a chance to interact with the dogs like this a lot sooner."
She gave me that slight smile again, the one that had a habit of looking a little more like a smirk at times. I found myself captivated by her for a moment as she stood there in the eerie dim light, but was snapped out of it by the flickering of the bulb in the cave wall.
"--Dah! Ah--" I blinked, attempting to say something before she'd noticed I'd been starring, "So, is that why you wanted me to come? To let me know the puppy was okay?"
She was silent again. "..."
I looked at her for a moment, waiting for her to answer... She didn't. I bit my lip. "Maybe... I should go?" I gestured back in the direction I had come.
"No." She stopped me, "You don't have to go." She said comfortingly ... and softly, calmly... The tone she'd used when telling me about the dogs.
I gave her a half smile, she slid down the cave wall and sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. I sat down beside her as she had beckoned. "I invited you here..." She started, "Because you cared for the wolves." She smiled to me, " -- But I'm surprised ... you can handle them so well..."
I blushed inwardly, even though my face was already slightly blushed from the cold, "Thank you... -- I mean, I never really got a chance to interact with them before... So, thank you for giving me the opportunity."
"You are a natural with them. Did you ... have lots of pets in your life...?" She inquired.
"Well ... not actually... I couldn't have dogs at home as a kid. My dad was allergic to them... My mother used to keep cats, but when she died we never got another one..." I sighed, "So, it's basically me and my goldfish." I smiled slightly.
"Hmm..." She purred, "Amazing. They don't normally like people, at least people that get so close."
I chuckled, "You talk like you've been here with them forever. -- But you just came with all of those Unit Special Forces guys, huh?"
She nodded, "Yes... I'm a member of Fox-Hound."
"Oh, them again. Maybe you can tell me... What are you guys here for, anyway?"
She didn't respond. She seemed to have a habit of doing that.
"Well, then, how do you know the wolves so well?" I asked, deciding to change the subject again.
"I know all wolves." She answered shortly.
"Well," I started, trying to move the contestation along, "What was that gun you used the other day? The Sniper Rifle... Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
She didn't respond.
"Gee, for someone who calls herself 'Wolf' you sure converse a lot like my goldfish." I said, half-jokingly.
She chuckled darkly, then continued almost solemnly. "Very well. I learned to shoot like that when I was young. I was taught by a Gurkha sniper from Nepal and was found by Fox-Hound." She was obviously leaving details out...
"Why did you become a Sniper..?"
She focused her attention to the dim light above our heads, "I grew up in war... Once I'd lost my family... I didn't see anywhere else to turn."
"Oh -- Jeeze...-- I'm ... so sorry..." I uttered, not quite knowing what to do, "I'm sorry I brought it up. We can talk about something else."
She glanced over at me. I blushed and looked down at my hands in my lap self consciously. "It's getting kinda cold..." I mumbled, the light flickered and dimmed considerably, "Would you like to ... maybe ... go get somethin' to eat at the mess hall?"
She stood and smiled at me, lowering her hand to help me up. "All right."
I looked up, timidly, then took her outstretched hand as we made our way out of the cave.
On the rather long walk to the mess hall I told Sniper Wolf about my experiences with the wolves in the past, how I had volunteered to look after them from time to time, how the head cook here was nice enough to save them scraps if she ever needed to feed them ... stuff like that.
She, in turn, gave me various facts about the wolf-dogs living on Shadow Moses, as well as wolves in general. It amazed me how much she knew about them. What really got me was that she seemed to know how to say "Wolf" in every language that ever existed!
Finally, a real conversation. Not a one sided conversation with gold fish, not a tense and awkward conversation with coworkers. A real conversation!
Of course, whenever I asked her about herself she became quiet. Sometimes she would answer my question after a moment, though... But most of the time, she would just ignored me, waiting for me to say something else... I guess that was okay... I didn't want to pursue if it would make her uncomfortable, I didn't want her to stop talking to me...
When we got to the mess hall I got a hamburger ... she didn't really eat anything. But she did grab an apple after I asked her, for the fifth time, "Are you sure you're not hungry?"
"Do you want to...?" I started, as I finished my food.
She cocked her head, "What?"
"N-nothing... Maybe I should let you go, huh? ... You probably have things to do...?" I sighed self consciously.
"No. Not today. My boss, and some of the other Fox-Hound members, they are working. I'm not needed ... yet. I'm free today. What did you want?"
"Well ... uh..." I blushed, looking down at the table as I spoke, and lowering my voice considerably, "Just.... kinda wondering, if maybe ... you wanted to ... I dunno, maybe come to my dorm, or something.... -- see my fish.... maybe?" I stammered.
She smiled, comfortingly, "All right. I would like that."
"Oh, well, ya know ... that's all right..." I sighed, "I'll see you, then -- What?" I exclaimed, suddenly, realizing what she had said.
"I would like that." She smiled. I nodded and lead her silently out the door and across the snow to the dorms.
"Well ... this is ... my room... I, ah -- live here?" I smiled hopefully, letting her in. She looked around, entering slowly, and examining the room. I watched her quietly, she seemed so out of place there. Like a snowball in the desert, she just didn't fit in with the surroundings. She belonged in the cave with her wolves with the eerie lights and the mysterious shadows ... and for a moment I lamented inviting her here for that reason alone... She seemed uncomfortable and out of place.
"You don't want to be here, do you?" I said, almost insistingly.
She looked over to me, "I'm fine." She assured me.
I nodded slowly, "Well, ah -- you introduced me to your wolves ... so..." I gestured for her to follow me to my room, "I want you to ... meet my fish!" I smiled, as I showed her over to the fishbowl on my night stand.
She leaned down to look in the bowl, and nodded.
"I know... heh -- not very interesting... But ... they've always kinda kept me company. They're my family..." I gave her a half-smile.
She smiled back to me as she stood back up and faced me. "Do they have names?"
"The fish?" I asked dumbly, "Oh, yeah!" I nodded, pointing each one, "That one there is Rei. That silver one is Yuri.... the big gold one is Kingyo... That's Rick Hunter... heheh. And that little one is... er... Em-Chan..."
"How did you think of those names?" She asked.
"Well, uh... They're mostly Japanese names." I explained, "I got them from Animes and things..."
"Animes?" She questioned.
"Yeah." I said, pointing to my poster covered wall. "Cartoons, like those... I mentioned them before. How I got my nick name?"
"Oh..." She nodded, "I've never seen those."
"Well. That's okay."
She nodded, blankly, looking over my wall for a long moment before she spoke, "They all look the same..."
"Doof!" I bonked myself in the head in mock exasperation, "Anyway, Rei, Yuri, and Rick are all Anime characters. And Kingo is just 'goldfish' in Japanese." I fixed my glasses, chuckling.
"And 'Em-Chan'?" She asked, looking back to the bowl.
"Well... She's... kinda named after ... someone I used to know..." I mumbled, sitting down on my bed.
"Who?" She inquired, conversationally.
I paled for a moment, "I -- ah -- I'd rather not ... talk about it... -- it was -- she... I ... I don't think I should, er..."
She nodded, "That's all right."
I looked up at her standing there, for minute before I realized I was being rude. "Oh! Ah, do ya wanna sit down?" I smiled, motioning to a spot on my unmade bed.
She complied, sitting down, with a thank you nod. I sat there feeling very awkward, I looked away for a moment, blushing. "Why ... are you being so nice to me..? I mean... When I first met you ... you were being very... -- I dunno, I don't wanna sound rude -- closed off...? And now I'm talking to you and everything..." I attempted to complete my thoughts, but it wasn't coming out very well.
"Because, you reminded me ... of the dogs..." She stated.
I looked to her in surprise, lifting my hand to adjust my glasses, "I do??"
"Yes..." She answered, but didn't elaborate.
"I don't know if that's good or bad, really." I chuckled, "But, thanks!"
Silence again. Wolf didn't respond. My fish didn't either.
They never do.
"Thank you, again. For ... keeping me company." I said softly, looking absently to the fish bowl. "I haven't really had a real conversation with anyone since I left home..." I paused, "And that was a long time ago."
She nodded, "Neither have I... Though, I have never pursued one."
"Don't you get lonely?" I blinked.
"I have the wolves." She answered calmly.
"I ... I guess..." I agreed, "But ... why...-- You said they're nicer than most people you know... -- Well, what -- what must have happened to you ... to make you think that?"
She was silent. "Not all people are that bad..." I continued, forcing myself to look her in the eyes, she stared right back into mine ... piercing. Every moment of silence was a moment of suffering. I wanted to be able to help her, maybe if she would just tell me more about herself... Maybe she wouldn't feel that way, maybe if she could see that I cared...
She looked away from me, when she finally spoke. "People ... ignore what they do not like. They care for nothing but themselves. They follow their preconstructed rules and ideas, with no compassion for others." She said coldly. The same tone she'd used referring to the soldiers the day before, then continued, "Wolves are not like that. They travel in packs, they're untamed, individuals ... yet ... they still manage to remain faithful to each other."
"People can be like that too..." I uttered softly.
She sighed sadly for a moment, "You are different, I suppose. People in the past ... they have caused me only pain."
"I'm sorry... I -- I didn't mean to upset you..." She was silent. I couldn't decide what to say. I'd tread where I probably shouldn't have, and I'd upset her... "Please don't be upset. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"You wanted to know about my past." She stated, "Now you know. My family and friends were killed in the war that raged around us and the governments ignored it. But I'm away from that now. So don't feel like you've upset me." She was still upset. I knew an upset person when I saw one. She didn't like to think about her past, that was obvious... I knew what that was like and I'd recognized it immediately. It was then that I made up my mind to comfort her, as I would want to be if I had been the one coerced into explaining the life I'd left behind.
"Wh-when I was upset...-- before I left home...-- M-my..." I swallowed hard, "My sister and I would sing each other a song... A lullaby... Er, and if she was upset, I sang it to her..."
She looked over at me, questioningly.
"W-would you like to hear it?"
"All ... right..." She said slowly.
I took a deep breath, "I-- I don't sing very well... I want you to know... But... I want you to hear this. I know I just met you, but ... you already mean a lot to me..." I forced my thoughts out into the open. I needed to show her I was thankful for everything she'd done in this short time. "My life has been getting kinda ... lonely lately ... and, well ... meeting you has been nice ... and I'd like to keep seeing you..."
She nodded, but she did not smile, or even smirk... She just looked at me ... sadly, then gave me another short nod: an indication to continue...
"Er..." I looked over at her, "The lullaby ... it starts like this..." I began.
"Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes...
And save these questions for another day...
I think I know what you've been asking me...
I think you know what I've been trying to say."
I sang on key... I was sure of that ... but as for possessing any real quality to my voice, any beauty, any knowledge of the actual art... I had none. I just sang. But it didn't make any difference what my voice sounded like.
Only my sister and I would hear it.
It was all we would hear... -- How could we listen to anything else?
When fighting, and shouting, and name calling goes on as long as it does in this house... There's really nothing to do but ignore it. Hope it goes away, hope it stops... Wait for the heart wrenching moment when the door slams, the house shakes ... and then ... falls silent again. Silent if it's my father who has stormed out, anyway. ...If not, crying.
Whenever an argument would start I would silently pray that my dad would leave first ... so I didn't have to listen to him cry.
"Why did you stop...?" My sister questioned.
I hadn't realized that I had stopped singing until she'd spoken up...
"You weren't ... listening, were you?" She sniffled.
"No... No, I wasn't listening." I comforted her, "I was just thinking..."
"About what...?" She asked, looking up to me as we lay silently on my bed, she had her head rested on my chest, presumably listening to my heart beat. Ever since we'd met she'd liked to do that.
"Oh, nothing... I just... I hope it stops soon." I sighed.
"Me too..." E.E., my sister, whimpered, as a particularly loud shout from my father echoed through the house.
"Well, are you?!" A fragment of the fight reached our ears, there was no helping that.
"No! No -- I'm not! But it wouldn't be that bad an idea!! You're never home!! At least if there was someone else I wouldn't feel so goddamn lonely!" The response from my step mom was twice as loud...
I couldn't listen to any more. I could only try and finish the song. For E.E., as well as for myself. Maybe she would fall asleep again, then at least I wouldn't have to worry about her hearing the fighting.
E.E... she had to concentrate in order to ignore the world around her, that was why she would listen to my heart beat... I, on the other hand, could tune it out. ... All I had to do was pretend I wasn't there. It's easier than it sounds...
"Finish the song..." She begged.
"All right..." I nodded, sadly as the slamming of the door echoed around me, shaking the walls.
"I promised I would never leave you...
And you should always know...
Wherever you may go,
No matter where you are..
I never will be far away..."
I had hardly finished the verse before I heard crying ... soft crying, far away... But I knew it well. I blinked for a moment and reached down to comfort Emma ... but she was gone.
"E.E.?" I blurted, sitting up to look around. My room was cast in shadows. Empty. I glanced out my window, it was dark out. "...Emma...?"
I flicked on my light in a daze, as I slowly realized that I was in my dorm, not in my bedroom with Emma. Outside the window was Shadow Moses' endless expanse of snow, not a swimming pool and a patio.
It hadn't been my father crying softly in the living room...
...It had been me...
I reached up slowly, running my hands across my tear stained face and through my messy hair. I took a deep, labored breath, allowing the events that had taken place earlier to slowly come back to me...
Before I'd finished the first four lines of the song Sniper Wolf had stood abruptly, placed her finger to her ear, and taken a CODEC call. I couldn't remember how long that had lasted, or what excuse or words of apology she had given to me on the way out...
I could only vaguely recall that she'd said something about her boss needing to talk to her, and then leaving. I had nodded vacantly, but I hadn't been paying much attention.
I'd already been lost in my memories.
I glanced to my clock. 9:54 PM... I'd been laying there for hours... I hadn't been sleeping... I'd just been stuck in a sort of a reverie.
That scared me. It scared me that it had taken me time to realize where I was, and what was going on. It scared me that I'd been lost in memories to the point of near hallucination...
Before I realized what I was doing I had grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from my night stand drawer and scribbled across the top in my messy print....
"Dear Emma,"
I looked at the paper blankly for a moment, before abruptly crumpling it into a tiny ball and tossing it over at my waste paper basket. I missed.
"Damn, bad aim!" I cursed, standing and striding over to the basket to violently shove the paper in. I sniffled as a sob escaped my throat and tears began to run down my face once more.
I slowly slumped to the floor, my brief flurry of anger gone... I was left with my tears now. I stood slowly, kicked off my shoes, and flopped down on my bed again. I let out a long sigh. It felt good, calming... Slowly my tears stopped.
What had I been thinking? I couldn't write to Emma... Not after what I'd done to her. All I could do now was ... think about her...
I stared blankly at my shadowy textured ceiling as a montage of images of my sister flashed through my head. I whimpered, but did nothing to calm my mind. I just let my memories flow...
Her smile. Her laugh. Her tears. Her hugs. Her games. Her ever present intelligence. The way she would tilt her head to the side when she knew she looked cute... Her love... She was unlike any little girl in the world, and unlike any other person I had ever known... She had been my only family, my only sister. She had been my angel...
But I'd lost all that... The sun had set on that time, before I'd even realized what had happened... Just as it had done today. Daylight disappeared around me, and I didn't even notice until it was gone...
It was dark now...
...Night time... It was time to say goodnight...
Goodnight, I thought sadly, Goodnight, My Angel....
NOTES: Wow. That was a LOOOONG chapter. I had to go back and delete some stuff because the txt file got completely full!! So... Yeah. I hope I wrote Wolf all right. She's hard. Err... Review....
Oh, I remembered what else I was gonna say. I was a little wary to include that song ... but then I figured. HEY! This is my story! I can do what I like. So, yeah, give credit where it's Due. The Song is "Lullaby" and it's by my one-man musical hero: Billy Joel. But in the story I am referring to it not as a pop song written in 1993.... Buuuut, as a simple lullaby that has been around for generations... One that Hal and Emma shared. ^_^; In the reality of my Story the song has been around for 500 years, or something like that. Heheh. ^-~ I picked this song because if ever any song were MY song ... this song would be it... I include it often in various types of art. ;D It really means a lot to me, and I hope to spread the word of "Goodnight, My Angel" ^_~
Oh, and by the way. I HATE to have to say this... But please. If someone, perchance, FLAMES me, etc. etc... Please, do not decide to Show them what for. I don't need to be defended from morons. Morons are meant to be ignored, not yelled at. It only makes them yell back. I want a peaceful, happy existence. Kay?