A SMILE FOR ME :: Once Upon A Time
(A/N: DON'T HATE ME!!!! You'll see later. CAUTION :: Experimenting with theories!!!)
Laying in the dark, staring blankly at the bottom of the bunk above mine. One word coursing through my mind. Son? I play with that word a bit, bouncing around ideas and thoughts about what Ziggy's son, perhaps, looked like. Was he nice? Of course he would have been nice, seeing how Ziggy is. Gosh, I wonder if Ziggy was different when his son was around.
Shadows were creeping about, hovering in the corners while the dim light faught them off. I, in my cacoon of warmth, feel no fear. It's been a few hours now, since I started to take my nap. I could hear Shion peek in a few times, to check up on me. Once in a while, I overheard voices as people passed by the door. But they never distracted me from my real thoughts, who was Ziggy's son? Just the very thought made my head spin.
Sometimes, I could even see a daint little face, one somewhat like my own in a way or fashion. I would often think, what color his hair is? Did he have Ziggy's wonderous yet peircing eyes or where they of another tint that does not show on Ziggy's face? How I wonder what his voice sounds of. I'm very sure that Ziggy's son would have a nice little pitch, like I do, when he should speak. Although I'm not so sure. In my mind, I have turned and warped Ziggy's own voice, out of wonder if I could ever bring some type of child's voice forward, but nothing. I delete that file instantly, because there is not child left in Ziggy, yet in his nightmares, he sees one that I wish to see as well.
The child of Ziggy, what clothing does he wear? Is he thin or a wee bit chunky? No, thin, like Ziggy I'm sure. But wait MOMO, you don't even know if Ziggy is really of that stature, since all you see is his metalic body. On this, I have pondered. Now my thoughts wonder to Ziggy, images of him dance infront of my eyes. He has been so kind to me, I wish there was something I could do for him.
I pull up the file of him smiling as he ate my cookie that I had baked for him. I play it over and over again, watching it with the happiness that continues to thump in my nonexistant heart as I watch. I wish he would smile more often. Imagine him smiling and lightly chuckling as the others do when they hear a joke? What an odd sight that would be, but I wish it would be true. I now set my goal a little further forward. I want to hear Ziggy chuckle, even if it is the lightest or most uncomfortable of them, I wish to hear him, atleast, make an attempt.
I hear the slightest shuffle and my sensors indicate that someone has just entered. I open my eyes, the image of Ziggy's smile fleeting away like the shadow in light. In his place, I spy the cocky smirk of a young red haired boy with beaming sea blue eyes.
"Jr!" I call out lightly as I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I saw cherry pink spread and leave from his face as he greated me with a wave of his hand. I beam happily at him and cock me head. "I had the most wonderous dream," it wasn't really a dream, but I am positive that wonderous with the correct term to call it. To dream of Ziggy's smile will always file under the 'wonderous' catagory. His response was a mere, "oh?" as he raised his eye brow and now stood infront of me. I merely nodded me head and contintinued my evershining smile. Ever since I first met Jr. he's been so kind to me. He always watches me and always offers a helping hand, even if I don't need it. He's so sweet and always so bright. Sometimes I wish I could be a little more like him, bold and daring. In his words is a great wit that I could never really imagine to come from a boy of his age. I've always had this slight suspicion that there's something more to him than what meets the eye, atleast, that's what my human emotions tell me. My sensors, on the other hand, always state the same information: He's breathing, his temperature is at 98 degrees F, he's so and so height, it just continues. But still...
"MOMO?" His sweet voice drifted through my mind and lightly tapped me back into reality. He smiles at me, some sort of laughter in his eyes, and they twinkle at me. "Off on some epic adventure in the back of your mind eh?" He patted my head lightly, softly. I giggle and lightly push his arm away. "Fought any dragons of late in that quick little mind of yours?" He smiles broadly at me and chuckles at his own joke. Beaming at him, I shake my head.
"Noooooo," -giggle- "I was just thinking about a certain friend of mine." His chuckles cease and he quirks his eye at me.
"Is he bold and daring?" He raises his eyebrows a little and strikes a small pose. I giggle like the little girl I am, and nod. "Does this certain person have....blue eyes?" He stops his posing and leans against the wall, flashing me his precious smile. I nod again, with a slight giggle. "Is that certain person...shall we say...of short stature but deviously handsome nonetheless?" He flashes me a toothy grin. At this, my smile widens and I shake with laughter. A good laughter of course. I would never make fun of Jr.
Before I could respond, the door slides open and a lightfaced chaos enters the room. In his arms he carries a tray filled with fruits, vegetables, sandwiches, and a few cookies and milk. "Hey you! Feel like having some of this? I don't think I could eat it all by myself." I leap up and hurry over, hugging chaos and pipping a thanks as I take a seat next to him as he sets the tray down on the table.
Jr. stridded over and peered at the tray, "It seems you have everything, chaos? Planning on leaving us or something?" I laugh at the lame joke as I pick at a strawberry.
Chaos shook his head, "Nah, I just thought that perhaps you two would like something for lunch. Since MOMO hasn't had any breakfust yet." He lightly pats my head. Then, the loudspeaker booms, Captain Matthews voice made the ship shudder as he yelled for chaos to report to the bridge. Chaos got up, said that we could have as much of the food as we wanted, and quickly jogged towards the front of the ship. My smile was plastered on my face, even after he left. We had our lunch. Sometimes Jr. coughed nervously, but otherwise it was rather uneventful. Although...he did say something about how the cheese didn't look right. He claimed it was limburger cheese. I'll never eat cheese again after his little story he told me.
It was about 1ish when I departed from the room and went to seek out Ziggy. I had been sitting in my room, trying to rack up some courage for over an hour, and this is it. All I heard in my head was, son. And all I could think was, what's his son like? I've been afraid of asking Ziggy, afraid that he'd reject my question and leave me in the dark. I really want to know though. It's just pulling and tugging on my nerves. So now I jog lightly down the halls, heading for the second floor to speak with Ziggy. My travel was without interruption, as I now stand, infront of the metal door that lead to the room that he always stays in. What kept me from touching that door, to implore it to open, was a little voice in the back of my head, telling me that this might not be such a good idea. That, perhaps, my question might anger Ziggy, or strike a nerve that would hurt him. I fear such things would happen.
Yet, I implore the door to open, pressing the light of my palm against the smooth cold metal and listen to it mechanically hum as it slide sideways to reveal all inside. It was empty. No Ziggy. I was dissapointed, yet relieved. I double check the room, and find that my first impression was correct. No one was here, only the emptiness. I stepped back and let the door slide shut.
"Yes MOMO?" I heard that familiar deep sound from just behind me. I turn and see that Ziggy stood there, apparently back from whatever he had been doing. Odd that I didn't hear him. I must have been very absorbed in searching the room. I looked up at him and forced a smile. A look of question flashed through his eyes, yet he looked as he always does. I see no twinkle in his eyes or a slight smirk playing upon his lips. He is the Ziggy that I first met him as.
"Ziggy... I want to ask you something," he slightly frowned, but allowed me to continue. "Ziggy, did you have a son?" At my question, I can see that my asking was a mistake. After I had asked, I could see his eyes filling with a sorrow that I could never comprehend, and yet, when he replied, he sounded as he always does, emotionless and unfeeling. As he spoke, there was a sort of emptiness ringing in his voice. It hurt me horribly.
"How do you know?"
"Because," I started, "because you spoke of him in your sleep." I chanced a look up at him and saw despair etched on his face. He took my by the hand and led me into the next room. There, he sat on the floor in the corner, I next to him, and there, he told me a short story that broke my heart to pieces.
"Once upon a time, many years ago, things were much different. I was alive, a human being with a family. A father. I was Jan Sauer back then, a loving father for my stepson and husband to my wife. My son had brown hair and hazel eyes. He was also tan. I loved them both very dearly. But.... my wife passed away not too long after words, leaving me with her son. I cared for him, loved him, he became my son. As if my own flesh and blood." There was a distant look in his eyes. It was as if he was reliving every moment of his past. "I bought him a dog once. It wasn't the real thing, but... one of the false ones. One of the models. He renamed it appart from it's codename.... He called it Nex. He didn't care if it was real or not." I frowned slightly. It almost sounded like when I first met Ziggy, when I first started calling him Ziggy. But Ziggy's story wasn't done...
"One day, I took him and Nex to the park. He always loved to play in the park. We lived in Miltia. The little park that we always visited was just a few blocks down from our place of residence. We always went though. He'd swing on the swings, slide on the slide, and Nex would always follow suit. Well, one day when we were there, it was a dark and gloomy day. That was the day that I chose that we would go to church instead of the park. Being that it was going to rain and it was Sunday, it seemed....logical. It seemed right.
"Many people were there, as there usually are on Sundays. But there was this man in particular. He seemed very ill. He stuttered, stummbled, begging for help. I was near, and aided the man to stand. He was ill indeed..."
"My son stood by my side, asking the man what was wrong and why he was so sick.....why......? Within my very arms, the man started to contort and twist, I had let him go..shocked. He was...changing. His skin became a pitch black... almost transparent while his whole body twisted into a vile creature that could only exist within one's nightmares..... Everything around me had started to move. People were screaming, and shoving to get past. And the vile thing grew, he was.....a... gnosis." My eyes widened. Gnosis? There were gnosis back then??
"That was the day.....I lost my son......" His voice was wavering, "I had lost the last. He was murdered by the man, and I couldn't do anything about it......h-had we not gone to the church....?" My stomach did a wrenching twist of pain. I saw tears brimming the edges of his eyes. For once, they were not sharp and focussed as I've always seen them. Now, they were dull and dim. There was an emptiness that I felt in my heart when I looked into them. I placed my hand over his human one, and gripped it tightly. It hurt me so much to see him in this kind of pain. Our eyes locked...and he smiled. It was a sad one. As he smiled, he spoke. It was a voice I could barely recognize, the voice of a man that suffered much anguish.
"You remind me so much of him." His voice cracked with pain, "You remind me so much of my little Abel."
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(A/N: cackles can be heard in the far off distance You guys should see the picture comparing Abel and Ziggy's son. If you want to see, email me and I'll send you a piccy of a comparison of Ziggy's son and Abel. Muaahahaha!!! They're very similar!!! )
(A/N: DON'T HATE ME!!!! You'll see later. CAUTION :: Experimenting with theories!!!)
Laying in the dark, staring blankly at the bottom of the bunk above mine. One word coursing through my mind. Son? I play with that word a bit, bouncing around ideas and thoughts about what Ziggy's son, perhaps, looked like. Was he nice? Of course he would have been nice, seeing how Ziggy is. Gosh, I wonder if Ziggy was different when his son was around.
Shadows were creeping about, hovering in the corners while the dim light faught them off. I, in my cacoon of warmth, feel no fear. It's been a few hours now, since I started to take my nap. I could hear Shion peek in a few times, to check up on me. Once in a while, I overheard voices as people passed by the door. But they never distracted me from my real thoughts, who was Ziggy's son? Just the very thought made my head spin.
Sometimes, I could even see a daint little face, one somewhat like my own in a way or fashion. I would often think, what color his hair is? Did he have Ziggy's wonderous yet peircing eyes or where they of another tint that does not show on Ziggy's face? How I wonder what his voice sounds of. I'm very sure that Ziggy's son would have a nice little pitch, like I do, when he should speak. Although I'm not so sure. In my mind, I have turned and warped Ziggy's own voice, out of wonder if I could ever bring some type of child's voice forward, but nothing. I delete that file instantly, because there is not child left in Ziggy, yet in his nightmares, he sees one that I wish to see as well.
The child of Ziggy, what clothing does he wear? Is he thin or a wee bit chunky? No, thin, like Ziggy I'm sure. But wait MOMO, you don't even know if Ziggy is really of that stature, since all you see is his metalic body. On this, I have pondered. Now my thoughts wonder to Ziggy, images of him dance infront of my eyes. He has been so kind to me, I wish there was something I could do for him.
I pull up the file of him smiling as he ate my cookie that I had baked for him. I play it over and over again, watching it with the happiness that continues to thump in my nonexistant heart as I watch. I wish he would smile more often. Imagine him smiling and lightly chuckling as the others do when they hear a joke? What an odd sight that would be, but I wish it would be true. I now set my goal a little further forward. I want to hear Ziggy chuckle, even if it is the lightest or most uncomfortable of them, I wish to hear him, atleast, make an attempt.
I hear the slightest shuffle and my sensors indicate that someone has just entered. I open my eyes, the image of Ziggy's smile fleeting away like the shadow in light. In his place, I spy the cocky smirk of a young red haired boy with beaming sea blue eyes.
"Jr!" I call out lightly as I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I saw cherry pink spread and leave from his face as he greated me with a wave of his hand. I beam happily at him and cock me head. "I had the most wonderous dream," it wasn't really a dream, but I am positive that wonderous with the correct term to call it. To dream of Ziggy's smile will always file under the 'wonderous' catagory. His response was a mere, "oh?" as he raised his eye brow and now stood infront of me. I merely nodded me head and contintinued my evershining smile. Ever since I first met Jr. he's been so kind to me. He always watches me and always offers a helping hand, even if I don't need it. He's so sweet and always so bright. Sometimes I wish I could be a little more like him, bold and daring. In his words is a great wit that I could never really imagine to come from a boy of his age. I've always had this slight suspicion that there's something more to him than what meets the eye, atleast, that's what my human emotions tell me. My sensors, on the other hand, always state the same information: He's breathing, his temperature is at 98 degrees F, he's so and so height, it just continues. But still...
"MOMO?" His sweet voice drifted through my mind and lightly tapped me back into reality. He smiles at me, some sort of laughter in his eyes, and they twinkle at me. "Off on some epic adventure in the back of your mind eh?" He patted my head lightly, softly. I giggle and lightly push his arm away. "Fought any dragons of late in that quick little mind of yours?" He smiles broadly at me and chuckles at his own joke. Beaming at him, I shake my head.
"Noooooo," -giggle- "I was just thinking about a certain friend of mine." His chuckles cease and he quirks his eye at me.
"Is he bold and daring?" He raises his eyebrows a little and strikes a small pose. I giggle like the little girl I am, and nod. "Does this certain person have....blue eyes?" He stops his posing and leans against the wall, flashing me his precious smile. I nod again, with a slight giggle. "Is that certain person...shall we say...of short stature but deviously handsome nonetheless?" He flashes me a toothy grin. At this, my smile widens and I shake with laughter. A good laughter of course. I would never make fun of Jr.
Before I could respond, the door slides open and a lightfaced chaos enters the room. In his arms he carries a tray filled with fruits, vegetables, sandwiches, and a few cookies and milk. "Hey you! Feel like having some of this? I don't think I could eat it all by myself." I leap up and hurry over, hugging chaos and pipping a thanks as I take a seat next to him as he sets the tray down on the table.
Jr. stridded over and peered at the tray, "It seems you have everything, chaos? Planning on leaving us or something?" I laugh at the lame joke as I pick at a strawberry.
Chaos shook his head, "Nah, I just thought that perhaps you two would like something for lunch. Since MOMO hasn't had any breakfust yet." He lightly pats my head. Then, the loudspeaker booms, Captain Matthews voice made the ship shudder as he yelled for chaos to report to the bridge. Chaos got up, said that we could have as much of the food as we wanted, and quickly jogged towards the front of the ship. My smile was plastered on my face, even after he left. We had our lunch. Sometimes Jr. coughed nervously, but otherwise it was rather uneventful. Although...he did say something about how the cheese didn't look right. He claimed it was limburger cheese. I'll never eat cheese again after his little story he told me.
It was about 1ish when I departed from the room and went to seek out Ziggy. I had been sitting in my room, trying to rack up some courage for over an hour, and this is it. All I heard in my head was, son. And all I could think was, what's his son like? I've been afraid of asking Ziggy, afraid that he'd reject my question and leave me in the dark. I really want to know though. It's just pulling and tugging on my nerves. So now I jog lightly down the halls, heading for the second floor to speak with Ziggy. My travel was without interruption, as I now stand, infront of the metal door that lead to the room that he always stays in. What kept me from touching that door, to implore it to open, was a little voice in the back of my head, telling me that this might not be such a good idea. That, perhaps, my question might anger Ziggy, or strike a nerve that would hurt him. I fear such things would happen.
Yet, I implore the door to open, pressing the light of my palm against the smooth cold metal and listen to it mechanically hum as it slide sideways to reveal all inside. It was empty. No Ziggy. I was dissapointed, yet relieved. I double check the room, and find that my first impression was correct. No one was here, only the emptiness. I stepped back and let the door slide shut.
"Yes MOMO?" I heard that familiar deep sound from just behind me. I turn and see that Ziggy stood there, apparently back from whatever he had been doing. Odd that I didn't hear him. I must have been very absorbed in searching the room. I looked up at him and forced a smile. A look of question flashed through his eyes, yet he looked as he always does. I see no twinkle in his eyes or a slight smirk playing upon his lips. He is the Ziggy that I first met him as.
"Ziggy... I want to ask you something," he slightly frowned, but allowed me to continue. "Ziggy, did you have a son?" At my question, I can see that my asking was a mistake. After I had asked, I could see his eyes filling with a sorrow that I could never comprehend, and yet, when he replied, he sounded as he always does, emotionless and unfeeling. As he spoke, there was a sort of emptiness ringing in his voice. It hurt me horribly.
"How do you know?"
"Because," I started, "because you spoke of him in your sleep." I chanced a look up at him and saw despair etched on his face. He took my by the hand and led me into the next room. There, he sat on the floor in the corner, I next to him, and there, he told me a short story that broke my heart to pieces.
"Once upon a time, many years ago, things were much different. I was alive, a human being with a family. A father. I was Jan Sauer back then, a loving father for my stepson and husband to my wife. My son had brown hair and hazel eyes. He was also tan. I loved them both very dearly. But.... my wife passed away not too long after words, leaving me with her son. I cared for him, loved him, he became my son. As if my own flesh and blood." There was a distant look in his eyes. It was as if he was reliving every moment of his past. "I bought him a dog once. It wasn't the real thing, but... one of the false ones. One of the models. He renamed it appart from it's codename.... He called it Nex. He didn't care if it was real or not." I frowned slightly. It almost sounded like when I first met Ziggy, when I first started calling him Ziggy. But Ziggy's story wasn't done...
"One day, I took him and Nex to the park. He always loved to play in the park. We lived in Miltia. The little park that we always visited was just a few blocks down from our place of residence. We always went though. He'd swing on the swings, slide on the slide, and Nex would always follow suit. Well, one day when we were there, it was a dark and gloomy day. That was the day that I chose that we would go to church instead of the park. Being that it was going to rain and it was Sunday, it seemed....logical. It seemed right.
"Many people were there, as there usually are on Sundays. But there was this man in particular. He seemed very ill. He stuttered, stummbled, begging for help. I was near, and aided the man to stand. He was ill indeed..."
"My son stood by my side, asking the man what was wrong and why he was so sick.....why......? Within my very arms, the man started to contort and twist, I had let him go..shocked. He was...changing. His skin became a pitch black... almost transparent while his whole body twisted into a vile creature that could only exist within one's nightmares..... Everything around me had started to move. People were screaming, and shoving to get past. And the vile thing grew, he was.....a... gnosis." My eyes widened. Gnosis? There were gnosis back then??
"That was the day.....I lost my son......" His voice was wavering, "I had lost the last. He was murdered by the man, and I couldn't do anything about it......h-had we not gone to the church....?" My stomach did a wrenching twist of pain. I saw tears brimming the edges of his eyes. For once, they were not sharp and focussed as I've always seen them. Now, they were dull and dim. There was an emptiness that I felt in my heart when I looked into them. I placed my hand over his human one, and gripped it tightly. It hurt me so much to see him in this kind of pain. Our eyes locked...and he smiled. It was a sad one. As he smiled, he spoke. It was a voice I could barely recognize, the voice of a man that suffered much anguish.
"You remind me so much of him." His voice cracked with pain, "You remind me so much of my little Abel."
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(A/N: cackles can be heard in the far off distance You guys should see the picture comparing Abel and Ziggy's son. If you want to see, email me and I'll send you a piccy of a comparison of Ziggy's son and Abel. Muaahahaha!!! They're very similar!!! )