Chpt. 2- Perfect Platinum, Crystal Ice Blue.
The morning began, warm as expected of the early fall months, yet a look outside reviled nature's trickery as one could watch the rolling black of thunderclouds that passed by, streching on for miles. The wind outside was hash and bitting as it rapped a tree branch against Rini's window. Startled into wakefulness, Rini jumped from bed ready for the sudden call to battle only to find the storm. She stood at the side of her bed in her full length pink night gown with the ever present crescent moon sewn into the left breast stareing out into the darkness byond her window. A bolt of lightening streaked past illuminating her face for the first time on this sullen day to find an expression that some would have found more frightening than the weather raging without. Glancing at the mirror on her vanity Rini quickly takes in the scowl she finds there before quickly replacing it with her usual look of cheerfulness.
It has not been long that she has been this way, waking every morning to find her face twisted with anger toward life itself. In days of late her expectation for life seemed to fade as she hoped that they would reach a new level. It seemed to her that there was really nothing left worth fighting for; her famliy lived in a different time, her purpose here was to learn to fight. What kind of a goal is that for a young girl. But mostly she hated the fact that she always felt so alone. There was no one she knew her age who cared enough for her to actually take the time to help her with what she felt. Now she pretended to be herself . Down the stairs, around the hall corner and down another flight of stairs her escapde ended with her in the kitchen standing behind Serina's mother watching her prepare breakfast. The thought passed quickly through her mind to tell her all that was running through her young mind but it passed as quickly as it came and soon she had returned to her room to prepare for the day.
She walked alone as always in her trek to her elementry school beneath her little pink umbrella. Rounding the corner her thought flashed one to the next, never really giving any time for thought due to the possiblity that one of the following thoughts may lead her depression deeper. Her large pink eyes traveled the ground before her; cracked, worn, soaking wet. Slowly she let them drift ever upward, trailing toward the sky. Finally coming to rest on the back of the drenched form before her. There, before her very eyes, walking alone as she was, was the very boy she had written of in her diary only the night before. He carried no umbrela and thus was soaked to the bone by the torrent of rain that now fell from the sky never ceasing. Slowly she inched toward him, watching his every movement as he swayed slightly from side to side, his movements almost hypnotice. As she moved closer she noticed the way the rain glinted off his platinum hair, it would appear that it was more made truely of the metal than of a young boys hair. Normaly it would strech out over his head in a mismached group of untidy spikes that came more naturally than of any styling but to day his long hair was plastered to his head save for the few strands that stood defiantly against the wind and rain.
Falling into step beside him, he glanced up at the young girl beside him as if not at all surprised that she was there. Suddenly his pace quickened but not in a way that would give the thought that he wished to get away from her. Beneath his breath he wispered in a voice that none but she would have been able to understand.
"I have been waiting for you,"
The rest of the walk to school took place in an akward scilene, the cramped space between the small umbrella taken up by two young children on their way to school. There was no noise atwix the two of them save fore the sound of rain falling in sheets from above down upon the two, he only looked at her once more. She glanced back into his face, for the first time noticing the features found there. The most notable of them the odd scar streching across his right eye. His face flawless if not for that scar, a semi-circle cut into his flesh, not harming his vision, but giving him the look of an aged man who had seen many battles at the age of only 12. The eye beneath that scar met her's for only a second. The hard ice blue found there was fill with a determination and strength she had seen only once before. That was in Dariens eyes' whenever the girls were threatened. It now looked back at her as her eyes focused on his for a second then he turned his attention back to what lay ahead. Finally reaching the school she let him go about his buisness as she went on with her day, yet there was no way she could keep herself from thinking of what he said to her.
"I have been waiting for you..."
The morning began, warm as expected of the early fall months, yet a look outside reviled nature's trickery as one could watch the rolling black of thunderclouds that passed by, streching on for miles. The wind outside was hash and bitting as it rapped a tree branch against Rini's window. Startled into wakefulness, Rini jumped from bed ready for the sudden call to battle only to find the storm. She stood at the side of her bed in her full length pink night gown with the ever present crescent moon sewn into the left breast stareing out into the darkness byond her window. A bolt of lightening streaked past illuminating her face for the first time on this sullen day to find an expression that some would have found more frightening than the weather raging without. Glancing at the mirror on her vanity Rini quickly takes in the scowl she finds there before quickly replacing it with her usual look of cheerfulness.
It has not been long that she has been this way, waking every morning to find her face twisted with anger toward life itself. In days of late her expectation for life seemed to fade as she hoped that they would reach a new level. It seemed to her that there was really nothing left worth fighting for; her famliy lived in a different time, her purpose here was to learn to fight. What kind of a goal is that for a young girl. But mostly she hated the fact that she always felt so alone. There was no one she knew her age who cared enough for her to actually take the time to help her with what she felt. Now she pretended to be herself . Down the stairs, around the hall corner and down another flight of stairs her escapde ended with her in the kitchen standing behind Serina's mother watching her prepare breakfast. The thought passed quickly through her mind to tell her all that was running through her young mind but it passed as quickly as it came and soon she had returned to her room to prepare for the day.
She walked alone as always in her trek to her elementry school beneath her little pink umbrella. Rounding the corner her thought flashed one to the next, never really giving any time for thought due to the possiblity that one of the following thoughts may lead her depression deeper. Her large pink eyes traveled the ground before her; cracked, worn, soaking wet. Slowly she let them drift ever upward, trailing toward the sky. Finally coming to rest on the back of the drenched form before her. There, before her very eyes, walking alone as she was, was the very boy she had written of in her diary only the night before. He carried no umbrela and thus was soaked to the bone by the torrent of rain that now fell from the sky never ceasing. Slowly she inched toward him, watching his every movement as he swayed slightly from side to side, his movements almost hypnotice. As she moved closer she noticed the way the rain glinted off his platinum hair, it would appear that it was more made truely of the metal than of a young boys hair. Normaly it would strech out over his head in a mismached group of untidy spikes that came more naturally than of any styling but to day his long hair was plastered to his head save for the few strands that stood defiantly against the wind and rain.
Falling into step beside him, he glanced up at the young girl beside him as if not at all surprised that she was there. Suddenly his pace quickened but not in a way that would give the thought that he wished to get away from her. Beneath his breath he wispered in a voice that none but she would have been able to understand.
"I have been waiting for you,"
The rest of the walk to school took place in an akward scilene, the cramped space between the small umbrella taken up by two young children on their way to school. There was no noise atwix the two of them save fore the sound of rain falling in sheets from above down upon the two, he only looked at her once more. She glanced back into his face, for the first time noticing the features found there. The most notable of them the odd scar streching across his right eye. His face flawless if not for that scar, a semi-circle cut into his flesh, not harming his vision, but giving him the look of an aged man who had seen many battles at the age of only 12. The eye beneath that scar met her's for only a second. The hard ice blue found there was fill with a determination and strength she had seen only once before. That was in Dariens eyes' whenever the girls were threatened. It now looked back at her as her eyes focused on his for a second then he turned his attention back to what lay ahead. Finally reaching the school she let him go about his buisness as she went on with her day, yet there was no way she could keep herself from thinking of what he said to her.
"I have been waiting for you..."