FACES
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Nyx left quietly. She had done her duty. She had showed Ran what she knew; it may help. It may help her and Shinigami. It would be so much easier to have a couple already together than two people constantly flirting.
Nyx felt tears rise slowly, dangerously to her eyes. Her romance . . . her betrayal. Tied so closely together . . .
They were the same.
-----
Nemesis sharpened her swords and checked her threads. She needed to prepare. Battle was slowly nearing.
She looked around her room. Katanas, daggers, swords, bows, arrows, poisons, curses. They all lined the walls, battle ready. Violence: her poison, her addiction.
Addicted because of her betrayal.
-----
Honir sighed. Nemesis . . . she was so strange. Sometimes she would be so open with him, yet other times she would be so distant. She would be so kind, so generous, so courageous. And then she would be so mysterious, so cold, so detached.
He could tell the way he looked at her . . . thirsting, hungering for her touch. Waiting, waiting to be held and to hold her in his arms. But most of all, the tenderness, the kindness, the compassion, the empathy that one reserves only for one they love. The desperation of living without them. The impatience of living so long without them knowing the love. The desire . . .
Honir sighed, then jumped. It was . . .
It was the way Shinigami looked at Ran.
-----
Duat sat, cold. His office always had a chill in it. The chill running down his spine. It was comforting. It was relaxing. It was necessary.
The black robes covered his face, the veil masking his true identity. The black carried around his room. Black: the color of his soul, the darkness beyond.
Duat grinned. He had killed too many to live happily. He had learned to find strength in depression, in misery. He had learned to find revenge. And thus he carved out this organization, merely a tool to help himself (and, at times, others like him) to find strength in the darkness. To embrace the depth beyond life . . .
"Sir?"
"What?"
Shinigami walked in. "Duat."
"Yes my son," Duat answered, sighing.
"I do not know what to do."
"What?"
"I do not know what to do," Shinigami repeated.
"What are you talking about, Shinigami?"
"I --- I don't know if I can work with Ran."
Duat was deeply confused. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think I can work with her."
"Why?"
"That --- that's the thing, sir. I don't know."
"I will not let you take someone off your mission without a valid reason."
"But, I ---" Shinigami pleaded. His voice grew quiet. "Sir, every time I'm near her, something happens . . . something clicks. And it shouldn't. Not now. Not ever. Not with all the pain. It's not right."
"Shinigami," Duat said softly. "I will not let you take Ran off this mission simply because you are feeling awkward. She will help you."
"But I don't --- I don't think that I can handle it."
"Shinigami, do you know how childish you sound?"
Shinigami looked down, ashamed. "I am sorry, sir. I will deal with it on my own."
"Good. The mission is tonight. I suggest you prepare rather than deal with worthless feelings."
"Yes, sir."
Duat watched him leave. That was odd. Shinigami, his perfect soldier, having emotional troubles? Of course, everyone pained and betrayed had emotional troubles . . . but not like that. He had not come across it before.
Was there something wrong with him? Duat didn't want to have to pull his best warrior out of Vengeance, and they were already lacking decent numbers of members anyway . . . no, he could sort this out on his own.
He'd better.
-----
Shinigami walked slowly back to his room. Duat hadn't helped. But it was his problem and he needed to get over it.
He saw Ran walk out of her room. He felt his eyes widen and he looked down.
"Shinigami?"
Shit, she recognized me, he thought. He forced a smile. "Hello, Ran."
She smiled. Oh, that smile. "I was hoping to get a snack. Where's the kitchen?"
"Down the hall to the left."
"Do they have any chocolate?"
Shinigami grinned. "Are you a chocolate freak too?"
"Definitely. Can't live without it!"
"Me too. I might have to come with you." Shinigami smiled.
Then he stopped himself. This was what got him in trouble the first time. He couldn't let this take over his life.
Ran started off toward the kitchen then stopped when she saw Shinigami merely standing. "Aren't you coming?"
"On second thought I'm going to sleep for a bit before the mission. Just to get some rest."
"Um . . . alright. I'll see you later then."
"Alright. Bye."
Shinigami turned and left for his room. The guilt was already beginning to penetrate the excuse. He had just lied to her . . . to get away from her. And the thing he wanted most was to be beside her. But one question remained unanswered: why?
-----
Hermione wandered off, confused. Before he seemed . . . he seemed so nice. And he seemed to want to be with her --- or at least, go to the kitchen with her. But why didn't he?
Hurt began to fill her heart. He hurt her. But he didn't mean anything important . . . so why was she so upset?
Turning away from the kitchen, Hermione headed back to her room and got out her pen and paper as she usually did. She began to write.
Distant
Never like he was before
I fear that he will never
Come close to me again
He's distant
And cold
From afar I watch him
But he won't let me near
Never let me near
Never
Let me
Near.
~+~
LAHAK
Serenity
~+~
Nyx left quietly. She had done her duty. She had showed Ran what she knew; it may help. It may help her and Shinigami. It would be so much easier to have a couple already together than two people constantly flirting.
Nyx felt tears rise slowly, dangerously to her eyes. Her romance . . . her betrayal. Tied so closely together . . .
They were the same.
-----
Nemesis sharpened her swords and checked her threads. She needed to prepare. Battle was slowly nearing.
She looked around her room. Katanas, daggers, swords, bows, arrows, poisons, curses. They all lined the walls, battle ready. Violence: her poison, her addiction.
Addicted because of her betrayal.
-----
Honir sighed. Nemesis . . . she was so strange. Sometimes she would be so open with him, yet other times she would be so distant. She would be so kind, so generous, so courageous. And then she would be so mysterious, so cold, so detached.
He could tell the way he looked at her . . . thirsting, hungering for her touch. Waiting, waiting to be held and to hold her in his arms. But most of all, the tenderness, the kindness, the compassion, the empathy that one reserves only for one they love. The desperation of living without them. The impatience of living so long without them knowing the love. The desire . . .
Honir sighed, then jumped. It was . . .
It was the way Shinigami looked at Ran.
-----
Duat sat, cold. His office always had a chill in it. The chill running down his spine. It was comforting. It was relaxing. It was necessary.
The black robes covered his face, the veil masking his true identity. The black carried around his room. Black: the color of his soul, the darkness beyond.
Duat grinned. He had killed too many to live happily. He had learned to find strength in depression, in misery. He had learned to find revenge. And thus he carved out this organization, merely a tool to help himself (and, at times, others like him) to find strength in the darkness. To embrace the depth beyond life . . .
"Sir?"
"What?"
Shinigami walked in. "Duat."
"Yes my son," Duat answered, sighing.
"I do not know what to do."
"What?"
"I do not know what to do," Shinigami repeated.
"What are you talking about, Shinigami?"
"I --- I don't know if I can work with Ran."
Duat was deeply confused. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think I can work with her."
"Why?"
"That --- that's the thing, sir. I don't know."
"I will not let you take someone off your mission without a valid reason."
"But, I ---" Shinigami pleaded. His voice grew quiet. "Sir, every time I'm near her, something happens . . . something clicks. And it shouldn't. Not now. Not ever. Not with all the pain. It's not right."
"Shinigami," Duat said softly. "I will not let you take Ran off this mission simply because you are feeling awkward. She will help you."
"But I don't --- I don't think that I can handle it."
"Shinigami, do you know how childish you sound?"
Shinigami looked down, ashamed. "I am sorry, sir. I will deal with it on my own."
"Good. The mission is tonight. I suggest you prepare rather than deal with worthless feelings."
"Yes, sir."
Duat watched him leave. That was odd. Shinigami, his perfect soldier, having emotional troubles? Of course, everyone pained and betrayed had emotional troubles . . . but not like that. He had not come across it before.
Was there something wrong with him? Duat didn't want to have to pull his best warrior out of Vengeance, and they were already lacking decent numbers of members anyway . . . no, he could sort this out on his own.
He'd better.
-----
Shinigami walked slowly back to his room. Duat hadn't helped. But it was his problem and he needed to get over it.
He saw Ran walk out of her room. He felt his eyes widen and he looked down.
"Shinigami?"
Shit, she recognized me, he thought. He forced a smile. "Hello, Ran."
She smiled. Oh, that smile. "I was hoping to get a snack. Where's the kitchen?"
"Down the hall to the left."
"Do they have any chocolate?"
Shinigami grinned. "Are you a chocolate freak too?"
"Definitely. Can't live without it!"
"Me too. I might have to come with you." Shinigami smiled.
Then he stopped himself. This was what got him in trouble the first time. He couldn't let this take over his life.
Ran started off toward the kitchen then stopped when she saw Shinigami merely standing. "Aren't you coming?"
"On second thought I'm going to sleep for a bit before the mission. Just to get some rest."
"Um . . . alright. I'll see you later then."
"Alright. Bye."
Shinigami turned and left for his room. The guilt was already beginning to penetrate the excuse. He had just lied to her . . . to get away from her. And the thing he wanted most was to be beside her. But one question remained unanswered: why?
-----
Hermione wandered off, confused. Before he seemed . . . he seemed so nice. And he seemed to want to be with her --- or at least, go to the kitchen with her. But why didn't he?
Hurt began to fill her heart. He hurt her. But he didn't mean anything important . . . so why was she so upset?
Turning away from the kitchen, Hermione headed back to her room and got out her pen and paper as she usually did. She began to write.
Distant
Never like he was before
I fear that he will never
Come close to me again
He's distant
And cold
From afar I watch him
But he won't let me near
Never let me near
Never
Let me
Near.
~+~
LAHAK
Serenity