"I close my eyes, only for a moment,
and the moment's gone
All my dreams,
pass before my eyes,
a curiosity"
~Dust in the wind, Kansas
Chapter 1: Her
He could see her standing next to the stall, her dark hair brushed lightly against her cheek and she absentmindedly pawed at it, then went back to studying the fabrics. Her stance, her coolness all radiated an air of calm amidst the swearing, the pushing and the screaming of the crowd. He leaned halfway across the street, hidden in the dark shadows of the alleyway, it seemed to him no matter what the time, day or street there would always be an alleyway and it would always be in shadows. He knew this because at a time it had been his habit to hide in them and habits died hard.
Weariness made his body slump against the scuffed brick, made his hands tremble slightly as he pulled out his lighter. The silver cylinder made a reproachful clicking sound for a few tries then finally relinquished a slight flame. Sticking the end of his cigarette into it he felt certain rapture as the stick light and he sucked in the drug. He was the first to admit it, he was addicted but it didn't bug him. He was addicted to many things such as the taste of the dark haired woman that was the focus of his stare at the moment.
Her taste was different from others he had dated in a way he had never experienced before, it was dark, lustful, and like wine to a man who had never tasted such a thing in his lifetime. It drenched his lungs with crimson making it breath in deeply of her and only her. She was addictive a woman who was the object of many men's lust but shunned their love. He had been on of the few lucky ones, something that he was reminded of daily whenever his eyes fastened on her, whenever her sweet jasmine smell was in the air.
As she glanced over to were he was, their eyes meet in a clash of fiery green and placid brown. Slowly almost sensuously he mouthed the words 'Ich leibe Dich' to her. Her skin stayed pale and her head didn't instantly duck down, simply she mouthed the words 'L'amo' right back. With an arrogant smirk on both their parts she returned to the fabrics.
It was funny to him that the old earth languages still were in existence today, although he spoke Japanese most of the time, there were moments when his German heritage slipped out. To him he preferred to tell her he loved her in his own language. Something about the familiarity of your birth given language was something that truly signified love to him.
She on the other hand found delight in finding different ways with or without language to express her love. Cravings and a bit dangerous were two words among many that sprung to his mind at some of her experiments. His eyes narrowed a bit in protectiveness as he noticed another man placidly watching her. The dark brown of his eyes deepened to a maroon-red showing his anger clearly, but he did not move as the man came up to her.
Her eyes were expressing her surprise when he stopped next to her and offered a friendly greeting. With a soft smile she straightened up and her face was a composed in rapt attention as the man picked up a fabric and seemed to be gesturing at it, softly but with great enthusiasm. His cigarette fell onto the light pavement and with a sudden ferocity he ground it out with the tip of his boot.
With a certain determination he began to make his way through the throng of brightly colored people. The woman he knew wasn't as interested in fabrics as she was now only with that man did it seem that she was fascinated with the prints. His body avoided the passerbyrs as if he was water and they oil.
Coming up behind her he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, her body did not stiffen in shock rather it relaxed into his. She had been expecting him, she knew what affect her actions would have on him, she could read him like a book and the strangest part was that it didn't bother him. He found comfort in her knowledge in the fact that she was the other half of him now without her he simply would not be able to live.
"Find anything you like?" he asked his voice smooth but with an underline threat to the blue eyed man opposite of them. She let loose a small smirk and held up a pattern of contrasting blues with a muted silver that only shined in indirect sunlight. It was made to look like a body of water with the muted silver acting as slender leaves that had fallen making ripples in the liquid.
"For the bedroom" she said her voice husky deep with an unvoiced emotion. Her slender hand went to his and took it gently, and then pulling it from his other hand she rubbed it against the cloth. Her thumb rubbing against his pulse point sending an array of feelings tumbling into his brain.
"Soft" he said his breath skimming across her velvet-like hair and into her ear with more emotion than one word could never have, should never have produced. Her hand skimmed up his arm and her fingers rested tangled in his mop of green hair. In response his body moved even closer pining her hair against his chest, his lips moved against her face but no word came forth.
Around them the noise seemed to fade and the world paused at the sensual picture they made they were the same yet opposite of each other. Stares came their way yet not mind was taken it was as if nothing existed but them. Their eyes, their hands, their scent, the unspoken passed between them at that instant and they did not argue against it, they were powerless.
Time became linear again and she exchanged the blue for another this time red. As they explored the options. The man was forgotten and he drifted away another faceless one in the crowd. At least it seemed...
***
O.o I'm not really sure were this chapter went or even was supposed to go. Oh well..........
Reviews:
redeve: Thank you^^ I know this chapter still hasn't gotten to the heart of the story but it should start to develop in the next chapter, right now I'm still establishing relationships^_~
SpecterQueen: You don't know how happy that makes me feel! I was a bit worried about the prolouge! Danke!
HazardousChik69: Thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!
Chapter C.D.: Spirit, Jewel
~Dust in the wind, Kansas
Chapter 1: Her
He could see her standing next to the stall, her dark hair brushed lightly against her cheek and she absentmindedly pawed at it, then went back to studying the fabrics. Her stance, her coolness all radiated an air of calm amidst the swearing, the pushing and the screaming of the crowd. He leaned halfway across the street, hidden in the dark shadows of the alleyway, it seemed to him no matter what the time, day or street there would always be an alleyway and it would always be in shadows. He knew this because at a time it had been his habit to hide in them and habits died hard.
Weariness made his body slump against the scuffed brick, made his hands tremble slightly as he pulled out his lighter. The silver cylinder made a reproachful clicking sound for a few tries then finally relinquished a slight flame. Sticking the end of his cigarette into it he felt certain rapture as the stick light and he sucked in the drug. He was the first to admit it, he was addicted but it didn't bug him. He was addicted to many things such as the taste of the dark haired woman that was the focus of his stare at the moment.
Her taste was different from others he had dated in a way he had never experienced before, it was dark, lustful, and like wine to a man who had never tasted such a thing in his lifetime. It drenched his lungs with crimson making it breath in deeply of her and only her. She was addictive a woman who was the object of many men's lust but shunned their love. He had been on of the few lucky ones, something that he was reminded of daily whenever his eyes fastened on her, whenever her sweet jasmine smell was in the air.
As she glanced over to were he was, their eyes meet in a clash of fiery green and placid brown. Slowly almost sensuously he mouthed the words 'Ich leibe Dich' to her. Her skin stayed pale and her head didn't instantly duck down, simply she mouthed the words 'L'amo' right back. With an arrogant smirk on both their parts she returned to the fabrics.
It was funny to him that the old earth languages still were in existence today, although he spoke Japanese most of the time, there were moments when his German heritage slipped out. To him he preferred to tell her he loved her in his own language. Something about the familiarity of your birth given language was something that truly signified love to him.
She on the other hand found delight in finding different ways with or without language to express her love. Cravings and a bit dangerous were two words among many that sprung to his mind at some of her experiments. His eyes narrowed a bit in protectiveness as he noticed another man placidly watching her. The dark brown of his eyes deepened to a maroon-red showing his anger clearly, but he did not move as the man came up to her.
Her eyes were expressing her surprise when he stopped next to her and offered a friendly greeting. With a soft smile she straightened up and her face was a composed in rapt attention as the man picked up a fabric and seemed to be gesturing at it, softly but with great enthusiasm. His cigarette fell onto the light pavement and with a sudden ferocity he ground it out with the tip of his boot.
With a certain determination he began to make his way through the throng of brightly colored people. The woman he knew wasn't as interested in fabrics as she was now only with that man did it seem that she was fascinated with the prints. His body avoided the passerbyrs as if he was water and they oil.
Coming up behind her he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, her body did not stiffen in shock rather it relaxed into his. She had been expecting him, she knew what affect her actions would have on him, she could read him like a book and the strangest part was that it didn't bother him. He found comfort in her knowledge in the fact that she was the other half of him now without her he simply would not be able to live.
"Find anything you like?" he asked his voice smooth but with an underline threat to the blue eyed man opposite of them. She let loose a small smirk and held up a pattern of contrasting blues with a muted silver that only shined in indirect sunlight. It was made to look like a body of water with the muted silver acting as slender leaves that had fallen making ripples in the liquid.
"For the bedroom" she said her voice husky deep with an unvoiced emotion. Her slender hand went to his and took it gently, and then pulling it from his other hand she rubbed it against the cloth. Her thumb rubbing against his pulse point sending an array of feelings tumbling into his brain.
"Soft" he said his breath skimming across her velvet-like hair and into her ear with more emotion than one word could never have, should never have produced. Her hand skimmed up his arm and her fingers rested tangled in his mop of green hair. In response his body moved even closer pining her hair against his chest, his lips moved against her face but no word came forth.
Around them the noise seemed to fade and the world paused at the sensual picture they made they were the same yet opposite of each other. Stares came their way yet not mind was taken it was as if nothing existed but them. Their eyes, their hands, their scent, the unspoken passed between them at that instant and they did not argue against it, they were powerless.
Time became linear again and she exchanged the blue for another this time red. As they explored the options. The man was forgotten and he drifted away another faceless one in the crowd. At least it seemed...
***
O.o I'm not really sure were this chapter went or even was supposed to go. Oh well..........
Reviews:
redeve: Thank you^^ I know this chapter still hasn't gotten to the heart of the story but it should start to develop in the next chapter, right now I'm still establishing relationships^_~
SpecterQueen: You don't know how happy that makes me feel! I was a bit worried about the prolouge! Danke!
HazardousChik69: Thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!
Chapter C.D.: Spirit, Jewel