A SMILE FOR ME :: Moment To Remember
The room was dark again. The light behind me revealing nothing to my eyes. It seemed empty, void of emotion. In the middle I saw the feint glimmer of the chair, but I couldn't tell if it was occupied or not. I stepped in cautiously, peering to see for any movement. None. Forward I continue, reaching the back of the lounge chair. I peer around it, and see the sparkle of Ziggy's metalic arm. So he IS here... My eyes soon adjusted to the dark as I rounded the chair. Yes, he was here. Resting in the chair, his head lolled slightly to the side and resting back a bit against the headrest. Asleep... I've never seen him sleep before. He seemed...happier somehow. His eyes were closed, his hair slightly disordered, and instead of a melancholic expression he seemed...almost peaceful. To wake Ziggy from his slumber would pain me, so instead I left to come back later. I'll save the cookie until he wakes. And I'll make him smile.
Before I could take step out of the dark room, there was stirring behind me. I carefully placed the cookie on the nearest flat surface, and silently trudged up to Ziggy again. Something didn't seem so right anymore. I peered carefully at him to notice that his breath increased, like he was having some sort of nightmare. It's kinda funny, in an odd twisted way. I can imagine everyone of the crew, even chaos, having a nightmare or two. But Ziggy...it never really occured to me that he would ever have one. Sure, only I, of the whole crew, seemed to be able to place that Ziggy also has a sense of humor and is a living person. I see the emotions that rack through his eyes like an approaching storm. Yet now, here he is, fallen to a deep slumber and sufferening from some unseen being. I wonder about what he sees, masked in darkness of his mind.
With the soft click of my boots, I lean closer, and scan his face with my honey-amber eyes. He suffers, and I can tell. Sweat starts to form above his brow. A crystal tear trickles slowly down his cheek. My heart gives a wrenching pull. What could make Ziggy hurt so much? I place both of my hands over his gloved hand, and hope that maybe I could help. Wracking up the courage, I was about to speak his name, but was interrupted. He spoke first. A quavering voice wracked with despair and hopelessness. Contradicting to his usual tone of voice and composition. He spoke.
"Son..." I lean back, confused to utter ends. iSon?/i Ziggy had a son? What happened? Why isn't his son here right now then...? I inhale, my eyes darting and my mind racing. Did something happen between him and his son? What was his name?...
The image of Ziggy's pained expression that day when I first called him 'Ziggy' floats into my mind. I must remind him of his son in some way or another.... I look forward and notice that Ziggy is still again, in deep slumber. It must have passed. But I worry for him. So many things to ask him now. I battle with myself, trying to figure out if I wish to stay or go back to my room. My gaze drifts over to my lonely cookie. It's chocolate chips to longer melted, and the cookie itself no longer as warm as it had been after leaving the oven. My mind is made.
Images and dreams of a little boy I wish to know and cookies drift back and forth inside my head. I dream of making the cookies again, a Ziggy in distress, the fight that morning in the dining room, and of a boy with scarlet hair and beautiful diamond blue eyes. Him and his cocky carefree attitude. Just the simple graceful movement whenever he walks. I dreamt of him. It's vague now, but I think it was somewhat along of us having a picnic on the beach. Both of us just staring at the artificial, yet still enchanting, sunset. I want to go there again...
I woke to someone shaking me gently, just enough to make me pleasantly fall back into reality, and awaken without so much as a yawn. I slowly blinked my eyes a few times, attempting to clear the bluriness away. As I became more awake, I also became more aware of how stiff and sore my back and bum were. Best way to cure that is to, you guessed it, go back to sleep. And I'm so warm, so I attempt to sleep some more. My head lolls lazilly to my left, to land on something warm. My brows knit as I raise my hands to the sleeve. Through blurred vision, I see a big blob of blue. Like a navy blue, the dead of night kinda blue. My eyes trace up the sleeve to rest on icy azure eyes gazing into mine. I giggle lightly and shifted my position to be rewarded with a series of cracks. Maybe sleeping on the ground wasn't really a good idea.
"MOMO?" His deep voice resonated through the room. If you really think about it, he almost has a musical tone to his monotonous deep voice. It's enough to lol one to sleep. Like it kinda was doing to me. I snuggle my head on his arm, my face burried in his sleeve as I curl into a little ball. "....hmph....MOMO....?" Was that a sigh of amusement just now?
"Yeeee~s?" I sleepily slurred. It took me forever to fall alseep on the cold metal floor and wall. But I had the need to stay there last night. I don't know why. Was I wanting to keep Ziggy company? I really don't know. It doesn't matter now, the night is passed, and I'm still really tired.
"Did you sleep here all night?" There was concern washing over his voice. I look up now, focusing my eyes on him. I nod. "Why?" Oh....so I do kinda need to know why I was here.
I sit there for a few minutes, letting my thoughts recollect the event last night. Cookies...nightmares....and Ziggy murmming some word. Something about...his son. "I came down here and found you having a nightmare. I was worried. I think I wanted to ask you something too..." I knitted my brow in frustration, trying to think of a way to word my question of his son... Would he be offended...he already knows that I came when he was having a nightmare. My cookie never gave him a smile. Wait, I never gave him that cookie yet!
I pull the cookie out of my pocket with the care of a mother handling her child. I raise it to Ziggy, a wide smile plastered on my face. "I made this cookie for you last night!" His expression was a mix of many feelings. And among those, I saw happiness. He was pleased with what I had done. My eyes scanned his face for any movement, anything that would closely resemble even the startings of a smile...
A smile tugged playfully at his lips. If my smile could have gotten any larger, it did. "Thank you MOMO..." His eyes shone bright in the light of the room that day. For that moment he was happy, as if all the memories and sorrow had been swept away by that little cookie. That little cookie that I put all my heart into. I saved this moment into my memory banks, and it'll stay there forever and ever. I watched him eat that cookie, every last crumb. My eyes sparkled as I see a pleased look wash over his face. He turned to me and smiled. He thanked me again, in that deep sultry voice. But it wasn't as emotionless as it usually was, it was full of appreciation, and caring.
I beamed at him and leaped. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him into a childish hug. "Thanks!!!" I piped happily, squeezing his neck with appreciation and happiness. He froze, stiffened with suprise, but relaxed a minute later and wrapped his human arm around my neck aswell. We were like that for a while. During that time, I started to wonder again. Was Ziggy like this to his son? I mean, did he have a distant look in his eyes when no one was looking? Or was there a Ziggy that I will never know, that was locked away after something happened to that son of his? I had to know. Just...not now. This moment is too precious to ruin.
The sound of the tips of my boots clicking against the metal ground as I skipped echoed through the hallways. Giddy, I was just plain giddy. A faint, kind of musical voice, captured my attention as I skipped up to the ladder. Attention siezed, I curiously peered up to the upper level, attempting to catch view of the musical being. As I leaned further to the side, I could make out the small scarlet spikes of Jr.'s hair. "Jr.!" I called back in a cheery voice. He peered over his shoulder, in a smug way, and gave a cocky smirk.
"That would be my name!" He laughed lightly as I climbed up the ladder and joined him. Once he regained his composure, whiping a tear from his eye, he side glanced at me, and shook his head. "You were with the old man again weren't you?"
I frowned a little. "What's wrong with that?" I cocked my head, eyes locked on Jr.'s until he gave an answer. I really don't see why Jr. would mind so much about me talking to Ziggy every once-in-a-while.
"Well...he kinda isn't, that cheerful." He leaned against the wall, and seemed to give his best impression of Ziggy just staring into space. He furred his brow a little, straightened his face, folded his arms in a false huff, and in his deepest tone he stated, "I'm Ziggy; cold, dark, and uncaring. I'm an old man that only cares about numbers...blahblahblah." My heart fluttered with a brief moment of dislike. That wasn't very nice. Ziggy's done so much for me, he doesn't deserve to be mocked like this behind his back.
"That isn't very nice Jr." I lightly scolded him, frowning. "and he's not emotionless. It's just that no one else really talks to him-"
"-Because he's cold and distant..." Jr. was serious. He looked so positive that Ziggy was nothing but some disposable trash. That's not true.
"Just because he doesn't show that side to anyone else, doesn't mean he doesn't have it," I stated with force.
Jr. merely stared at me. Shocked perhaps? His eyes narrowed slightly, but then he was back to normal, smiling and all. "Whatever you say..." He spoke through his teeth of his smile. It looked like a forced smile, but a smile nonetheless. I stared at him for a minute, I don't want to argue with him. That would only cause fighting, and I don't want to do that. So, perhaps, a change of topic?
"So what brought you down here?" His head snapped up, his sea of blue meeting my honey-amber. A faint blush spread across his cheeks. He fidgited in spot for a minute, apparently trying to form up a sentance.
"I...uh...was wondering what you were doing. Yeah! That's it! I heard that you weren't in your room at all last night and was wondering where you were..."
"You were worried about me?" I smiled with appreciation. That's so sweet of him. I wouldn't have thought that my dissapearance from my bed for one night would have come to the attention of the others, especially Jr. I always thought that he had better things to do than worry about a little Realian like me.
His blush increased. He resembled that of a strawberry now! ^_^ With more fidgetting, a sentance was formed, "I-I...uh..." With a sigh, it appeared that he had come to a conclusion, and share his very thoughts with me. "I was worried. You could have gotten lost or locked in some little room where no one could have known where you were..." My smile grew. I skipped up to him and poked his nose.
"You're so sweet!" I piped happily, before skipping off towards the elevator. I already missed breakfast but that's okay. I wasn't that hungry anyways. What I really needed though was some decent sleep. Last night wasn't exactly full of sleep, and my back was still sore. So I skip off towards the cabin, and waited for the door to slide open. When it did, I beheld Shion sitting in there with her data as usual. "Hi!" I greeted her as I stepped into the room, shuffling my way towards my bed.
She looked up from her work, and smiled at me. "Hello MOMO? Where were you last night?"
"I was keeping Ziggy company last night."
"Oh?"
"He was having a nightmare."
"I see..." She seemed quite surprised herself. Her eye brows went up at the mention of Ziggy having a nightmare. Then, her face smoothed out again, and the corners of her lips upturned into a smile that shined on me like the rays of the sun. "That's so sweet!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. My mouth formed a little 'o' as I quirked an eyebrow up at her. She walked over to me and ruffled my hair a bit, giggling lightly, "You have a really big heart, you know that MOMO?" I beamed up at her. She returned my smile, then started to head for the door. "You seem pretty tired though, so I'll let you have your rest. If you need some breakfast, leftovers or in the fridge," And with a wave of her hand, she left through the door and out of sight.
I hopped into bed with a light 'thud!' and pulled the covers over my head. It was a relief to be in bed again, but at the same time energy was rushing through me like electricity. What Shion said got me pumped. I have a big heart! And then thinking back to how worried Jr. seemed to be at the notice of my absence. They're all so nice to me! I giggled lightly to myself as I started to drift into unconciousness, in a good way. The last thought that whisped through was the image of Ziggy, smiling lightly at me. How grand it was, to see him smile.
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Author's Notes :: O.O blarg. I'll be slagging pretty soon because homework is catching up to me! ^_^ I'll keep writing though! ^.^
The room was dark again. The light behind me revealing nothing to my eyes. It seemed empty, void of emotion. In the middle I saw the feint glimmer of the chair, but I couldn't tell if it was occupied or not. I stepped in cautiously, peering to see for any movement. None. Forward I continue, reaching the back of the lounge chair. I peer around it, and see the sparkle of Ziggy's metalic arm. So he IS here... My eyes soon adjusted to the dark as I rounded the chair. Yes, he was here. Resting in the chair, his head lolled slightly to the side and resting back a bit against the headrest. Asleep... I've never seen him sleep before. He seemed...happier somehow. His eyes were closed, his hair slightly disordered, and instead of a melancholic expression he seemed...almost peaceful. To wake Ziggy from his slumber would pain me, so instead I left to come back later. I'll save the cookie until he wakes. And I'll make him smile.
Before I could take step out of the dark room, there was stirring behind me. I carefully placed the cookie on the nearest flat surface, and silently trudged up to Ziggy again. Something didn't seem so right anymore. I peered carefully at him to notice that his breath increased, like he was having some sort of nightmare. It's kinda funny, in an odd twisted way. I can imagine everyone of the crew, even chaos, having a nightmare or two. But Ziggy...it never really occured to me that he would ever have one. Sure, only I, of the whole crew, seemed to be able to place that Ziggy also has a sense of humor and is a living person. I see the emotions that rack through his eyes like an approaching storm. Yet now, here he is, fallen to a deep slumber and sufferening from some unseen being. I wonder about what he sees, masked in darkness of his mind.
With the soft click of my boots, I lean closer, and scan his face with my honey-amber eyes. He suffers, and I can tell. Sweat starts to form above his brow. A crystal tear trickles slowly down his cheek. My heart gives a wrenching pull. What could make Ziggy hurt so much? I place both of my hands over his gloved hand, and hope that maybe I could help. Wracking up the courage, I was about to speak his name, but was interrupted. He spoke first. A quavering voice wracked with despair and hopelessness. Contradicting to his usual tone of voice and composition. He spoke.
"Son..." I lean back, confused to utter ends. iSon?/i Ziggy had a son? What happened? Why isn't his son here right now then...? I inhale, my eyes darting and my mind racing. Did something happen between him and his son? What was his name?...
The image of Ziggy's pained expression that day when I first called him 'Ziggy' floats into my mind. I must remind him of his son in some way or another.... I look forward and notice that Ziggy is still again, in deep slumber. It must have passed. But I worry for him. So many things to ask him now. I battle with myself, trying to figure out if I wish to stay or go back to my room. My gaze drifts over to my lonely cookie. It's chocolate chips to longer melted, and the cookie itself no longer as warm as it had been after leaving the oven. My mind is made.
Images and dreams of a little boy I wish to know and cookies drift back and forth inside my head. I dream of making the cookies again, a Ziggy in distress, the fight that morning in the dining room, and of a boy with scarlet hair and beautiful diamond blue eyes. Him and his cocky carefree attitude. Just the simple graceful movement whenever he walks. I dreamt of him. It's vague now, but I think it was somewhat along of us having a picnic on the beach. Both of us just staring at the artificial, yet still enchanting, sunset. I want to go there again...
I woke to someone shaking me gently, just enough to make me pleasantly fall back into reality, and awaken without so much as a yawn. I slowly blinked my eyes a few times, attempting to clear the bluriness away. As I became more awake, I also became more aware of how stiff and sore my back and bum were. Best way to cure that is to, you guessed it, go back to sleep. And I'm so warm, so I attempt to sleep some more. My head lolls lazilly to my left, to land on something warm. My brows knit as I raise my hands to the sleeve. Through blurred vision, I see a big blob of blue. Like a navy blue, the dead of night kinda blue. My eyes trace up the sleeve to rest on icy azure eyes gazing into mine. I giggle lightly and shifted my position to be rewarded with a series of cracks. Maybe sleeping on the ground wasn't really a good idea.
"MOMO?" His deep voice resonated through the room. If you really think about it, he almost has a musical tone to his monotonous deep voice. It's enough to lol one to sleep. Like it kinda was doing to me. I snuggle my head on his arm, my face burried in his sleeve as I curl into a little ball. "....hmph....MOMO....?" Was that a sigh of amusement just now?
"Yeeee~s?" I sleepily slurred. It took me forever to fall alseep on the cold metal floor and wall. But I had the need to stay there last night. I don't know why. Was I wanting to keep Ziggy company? I really don't know. It doesn't matter now, the night is passed, and I'm still really tired.
"Did you sleep here all night?" There was concern washing over his voice. I look up now, focusing my eyes on him. I nod. "Why?" Oh....so I do kinda need to know why I was here.
I sit there for a few minutes, letting my thoughts recollect the event last night. Cookies...nightmares....and Ziggy murmming some word. Something about...his son. "I came down here and found you having a nightmare. I was worried. I think I wanted to ask you something too..." I knitted my brow in frustration, trying to think of a way to word my question of his son... Would he be offended...he already knows that I came when he was having a nightmare. My cookie never gave him a smile. Wait, I never gave him that cookie yet!
I pull the cookie out of my pocket with the care of a mother handling her child. I raise it to Ziggy, a wide smile plastered on my face. "I made this cookie for you last night!" His expression was a mix of many feelings. And among those, I saw happiness. He was pleased with what I had done. My eyes scanned his face for any movement, anything that would closely resemble even the startings of a smile...
A smile tugged playfully at his lips. If my smile could have gotten any larger, it did. "Thank you MOMO..." His eyes shone bright in the light of the room that day. For that moment he was happy, as if all the memories and sorrow had been swept away by that little cookie. That little cookie that I put all my heart into. I saved this moment into my memory banks, and it'll stay there forever and ever. I watched him eat that cookie, every last crumb. My eyes sparkled as I see a pleased look wash over his face. He turned to me and smiled. He thanked me again, in that deep sultry voice. But it wasn't as emotionless as it usually was, it was full of appreciation, and caring.
I beamed at him and leaped. My arms wrapped around his neck as I pulled him into a childish hug. "Thanks!!!" I piped happily, squeezing his neck with appreciation and happiness. He froze, stiffened with suprise, but relaxed a minute later and wrapped his human arm around my neck aswell. We were like that for a while. During that time, I started to wonder again. Was Ziggy like this to his son? I mean, did he have a distant look in his eyes when no one was looking? Or was there a Ziggy that I will never know, that was locked away after something happened to that son of his? I had to know. Just...not now. This moment is too precious to ruin.
The sound of the tips of my boots clicking against the metal ground as I skipped echoed through the hallways. Giddy, I was just plain giddy. A faint, kind of musical voice, captured my attention as I skipped up to the ladder. Attention siezed, I curiously peered up to the upper level, attempting to catch view of the musical being. As I leaned further to the side, I could make out the small scarlet spikes of Jr.'s hair. "Jr.!" I called back in a cheery voice. He peered over his shoulder, in a smug way, and gave a cocky smirk.
"That would be my name!" He laughed lightly as I climbed up the ladder and joined him. Once he regained his composure, whiping a tear from his eye, he side glanced at me, and shook his head. "You were with the old man again weren't you?"
I frowned a little. "What's wrong with that?" I cocked my head, eyes locked on Jr.'s until he gave an answer. I really don't see why Jr. would mind so much about me talking to Ziggy every once-in-a-while.
"Well...he kinda isn't, that cheerful." He leaned against the wall, and seemed to give his best impression of Ziggy just staring into space. He furred his brow a little, straightened his face, folded his arms in a false huff, and in his deepest tone he stated, "I'm Ziggy; cold, dark, and uncaring. I'm an old man that only cares about numbers...blahblahblah." My heart fluttered with a brief moment of dislike. That wasn't very nice. Ziggy's done so much for me, he doesn't deserve to be mocked like this behind his back.
"That isn't very nice Jr." I lightly scolded him, frowning. "and he's not emotionless. It's just that no one else really talks to him-"
"-Because he's cold and distant..." Jr. was serious. He looked so positive that Ziggy was nothing but some disposable trash. That's not true.
"Just because he doesn't show that side to anyone else, doesn't mean he doesn't have it," I stated with force.
Jr. merely stared at me. Shocked perhaps? His eyes narrowed slightly, but then he was back to normal, smiling and all. "Whatever you say..." He spoke through his teeth of his smile. It looked like a forced smile, but a smile nonetheless. I stared at him for a minute, I don't want to argue with him. That would only cause fighting, and I don't want to do that. So, perhaps, a change of topic?
"So what brought you down here?" His head snapped up, his sea of blue meeting my honey-amber. A faint blush spread across his cheeks. He fidgited in spot for a minute, apparently trying to form up a sentance.
"I...uh...was wondering what you were doing. Yeah! That's it! I heard that you weren't in your room at all last night and was wondering where you were..."
"You were worried about me?" I smiled with appreciation. That's so sweet of him. I wouldn't have thought that my dissapearance from my bed for one night would have come to the attention of the others, especially Jr. I always thought that he had better things to do than worry about a little Realian like me.
His blush increased. He resembled that of a strawberry now! ^_^ With more fidgetting, a sentance was formed, "I-I...uh..." With a sigh, it appeared that he had come to a conclusion, and share his very thoughts with me. "I was worried. You could have gotten lost or locked in some little room where no one could have known where you were..." My smile grew. I skipped up to him and poked his nose.
"You're so sweet!" I piped happily, before skipping off towards the elevator. I already missed breakfast but that's okay. I wasn't that hungry anyways. What I really needed though was some decent sleep. Last night wasn't exactly full of sleep, and my back was still sore. So I skip off towards the cabin, and waited for the door to slide open. When it did, I beheld Shion sitting in there with her data as usual. "Hi!" I greeted her as I stepped into the room, shuffling my way towards my bed.
She looked up from her work, and smiled at me. "Hello MOMO? Where were you last night?"
"I was keeping Ziggy company last night."
"Oh?"
"He was having a nightmare."
"I see..." She seemed quite surprised herself. Her eye brows went up at the mention of Ziggy having a nightmare. Then, her face smoothed out again, and the corners of her lips upturned into a smile that shined on me like the rays of the sun. "That's so sweet!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. My mouth formed a little 'o' as I quirked an eyebrow up at her. She walked over to me and ruffled my hair a bit, giggling lightly, "You have a really big heart, you know that MOMO?" I beamed up at her. She returned my smile, then started to head for the door. "You seem pretty tired though, so I'll let you have your rest. If you need some breakfast, leftovers or in the fridge," And with a wave of her hand, she left through the door and out of sight.
I hopped into bed with a light 'thud!' and pulled the covers over my head. It was a relief to be in bed again, but at the same time energy was rushing through me like electricity. What Shion said got me pumped. I have a big heart! And then thinking back to how worried Jr. seemed to be at the notice of my absence. They're all so nice to me! I giggled lightly to myself as I started to drift into unconciousness, in a good way. The last thought that whisped through was the image of Ziggy, smiling lightly at me. How grand it was, to see him smile.
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Author's Notes :: O.O blarg. I'll be slagging pretty soon because homework is catching up to me! ^_^ I'll keep writing though! ^.^