Note: This is NOT an update. This wasn't even done by me ^^. This is a mini-cutscene from Akuma. This was done by my friend, Miko-chan (her ff.net account name). she went out of her way to cheer me up through this ficlet. If you love this as much as I do, visit her account ^^ She's a wonderful writer, really REALLY good. ^^
The next update of Akuma will be at the end of the month ^_^;; after her pc gets fixed.
Ja! Take care!
--------------------------
She slept.
And he watched this radiant face, his features masked in unreadable sentiments that filled him.
He remembered also an identical night. That evening was also as deep and no starlit canopy had adored the skies. Only a waning full moon watches over a brown carriage, which seemingly sails in the sea of sand. It was dark and bitterly chilly but it did not dull a certain young man to cold or sleep. Currently, he sat inside that carriage with a thought or two weighed deeply into his mind.
It was the first night when he held her captive back then, he wondered at how her hair seems to sparkle like the moonlight, her beatific features seems projects a calm demeanor, yet he could particularly feel the tremor inside her heart. She held strong, an unusual trait held by the familiar faint-hearted nuns. It started the awe and respect that few had ever received from an enigmatic man like him.
Since then, he could not help but look at her for a moment in her every slumber. Whether in doubt, in anger or in sheer amusement, she was really sight to be seen. He speculated that each time they spend each others company the tense caution that hovered around her fade slowly until it vanished. He sighed comfortably, as his orbs softened. She claimed that he could never be trusted, but why she fell asleep, taking his word that she would not be touched?
Yes, she would not be. Not him. Or by any mortal.
There will be a hell to pay if they dared.
Then he remembered, with a reluctant shove of his nagging voice.
She loved someone else.
He snorted. And as if that he ever cared a fact like that.
Someone like her...is so unreplacable.
The dying flame flickered slightly, alighting her slender body. The downpour of rain was still continuous, and he could feel the moist wind getting a bit stronger for every minute. Thank Goodness that the dampness of her clothes was starting to get dry, for he would not like if he should bring back a sniffliing nun.
I wonder...is she still composed as ever even while sniffing?
He snickered at the image, carrying home a ruffled but energetically protesting lady in his arms.
He leaned his head wearily upon boulder beside him. The elongated mahogany tresses covered his onyx orbs. The pair of his eyes were unconciously filled with fervor, as if there was a new flame burning beneath the darkening coals. Who would thought that he would be certainly aroused by such a woman? The only thing that had stimulated him this way was his brother's beloved. It never crossed his mind that the crimson stares could make the strings in his chest go unstable...
Without the will of his mind, a gloved hand began to caress the silvery strands that lay across the beside her. Gently, placidly...as if savoring the feel of her soft tresses in his touch. A child, yet she was totally a woman in her own right. Her innocence was another factor that sweetened the early ripening of this little bud, fueling the unbidden desires without her knowing. It was too much for him to bear that he could not help but letting her know that.
My Lady Jeanne, do you know that I only have to kiss you and you will follow me barefoot to the end of the world?
He said that languidly, just hoping to rouse her from being so detested form a petty thought. But, deep within him...he half-heartedly craved for that to happen. For he did exactly wanted to do that himself.
But fate dictated otherwise.
They were different.
White should be never tainted by Black.
Darkness would never mingle with Light.
Goodness could never be mistaken for Evil.
Angels should never be tempted by Devils.
But it was the Devil itself that is tempted by such a heavenly Angel...
That notion grabbed him the last moment when he initiated to take the dare.
He should have let it happen, even for a brush of that enticing lips. However, sentiments, as annoying as they are, suddenly took hold of him. The captor believed that dictations of so-called feelings should not be seldom taken account, after the recent experience with a certain woman. It suddenly gnawed the insides of him as he withdrew. Thinking what have been...Would have it changed between them?
If she truly believed in compassion, why does she tries to take him into such heights of pain?
"You." A voice lower than any mildest whispers as he leaned vaguely to her, her scent suddenly taking him into drowsiness. "...make suffer like this, woman"
The embers suddenly died with one whiff of the icy wind.
~~~
Waah...made this very moment. 11:36 pm, April 12, 2004. ^^