Author's note:

This is only a rough draft, so please give me constructive criticisms. Anyways, I still need proof readers. So, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, yeah. I don't own anything.


In a wind swept forest clearing, a figure cloaked in silk and shadows watched the dance of the insects in the faint moon light. Nothing much could be said of the figure as it stood as still as a statue. Just as the courtship of the wings reached for their climax, they faded away into nothingness.

"Still wasting your time I see" boomed a voice in amusement from seemly the air it self.

"..."

"Humph, that's what you always say" grumbled the wind in irritation.

"..."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting to it" were the words that drifted by with almost visible sarcasm.

"..."

Seemly as if a switch was pulled, the swirling air and the playfulness of the hidden speaker stopped.

"No, the one of two worlds got past us."

"..."

With painfully obvious flinch, the voice answered "that is not advisable, the Shusseichi no Arashi is not to be taken lightly."

"..."

"Remember what happened to Akai Suisei when..."

"..."

"...understood"

"..."

"Yes, they have agreed"

"..."

"Of course, we didn't even need to do anything."

"..."

"HA! Those fools don't even realize that they're just a front for us."

"..."

"You're right, the so called Shino Tenshi will be a problem."

"..."

"No, let he deal with her later."

"..."

"Thank you"

"..."

"None of our messengers to him have returned... alive, I mean."

"..."

"It's just as well. That snake doesn't need to ally with us for him to be a pawn."

"..."

"So, you have gotten their trust now."

"..."

"Then your poisoned words are having their attended effect?"

"..."

"The Thirteen will be pleased."

And then for the first time, since the beginning of the conversation, the figured moved and spoke in a soft, musical voice.

"The Earth may have an end..."

"...but the sky goes on forever" was the reply.

And as if the meeting never took placed, the silence disappeared under an onslaught of nature's little voices. With a barely visible smile, the strange insects appeared again, continuing their dance as if they never stopped.

But there was one difference.

If you squinted your eyes just right, you could just barely make it out.

It was a smile.