Book of Stars- Pieces of the puzzle
By: BlackArmoria
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Disclaimer: Spare me, I'm poor sobs. The poem doesn't belong to me either.
Author's note: Thanks all reviewers.
Random: Thanks for reading and supporting.
Urbanangel: Hey buddy, Yeah! You read my story, good luck on your Inu-Yasha one shot!
So now, let's get on with the story…
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The light from the moon shown through the window of an almost bare room, revealing nothing but a bed and a flat screen TV. Rui sighed softly and sat up, his eyes hollow, emotionless and cold. He stood up slowly and made his way towards another door on the other side of the room. Rui walked into the closet and put on his clothes, his lips showed a little sign of a smile as he heard the soft sound of rain.
He left the mansion and wandered around, searching almost, but not knowing what he was looking for. He stopped when he saw someone that looked almost like him stare back at him from one of the shop's window. That was he, now. Rui Hanawaza had changed; he was no longer that cold, emotionless block of ice he had once been. She had changed him, she had changed them all, she had taught Tsukasa how to love and him, she had taught him how to live. Because at one time in his life, Rui had merely existed as another moving body without a soul, but Tsukushi changed that.
He had thought for sometime that Shizuka was the one that changed him, the one that brought him out of his dark despair, the one that showed him what living was like. But that, that was only an illusion. He had wanted to believe that he was living, that for once, he was happy, but all of that was an illusion.
He had thought that he was in love with Shizuka but spending time with her in Paris only let him see how incomplete and empty he was. He had asked himself 'If he was in love with Shizuka then why did he feel so incomplete, why did their relationship seem like such a lie?' That was why he came back, because during the time of sulking alone in her apartment, he had realized that he was stupid enough to mistake admiration for love. Funny how life turns out, he could have had Tsukushi to himself and none of this crap could have happened, but life's a bitch. And that's reality.
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In another part of Tokyo, Tsukushi wandered endlessly around the busy streets. She stared at all the couples who were snuggled closely together under their umbrellas, their eyes shown with love and their lips tugging upwards into a smile. She desperately wanted that. Sure, dancing was her life, but she can't help but feel like something wasn't right, like something was missing.
Tsukushi sighed, looking to the left, and smiled when she saw a couple with their children walk to the nearby ice-cream shop. She missed her brother and her family but they were in Osaka now, living happily. Her parents were doing well; they had a successful seafood restaurant. Nothing large but it was more than enough.
She had to keep on living for them; she had to keep on dancing and being happy for her family. She sighed as she stopped in front of the ever-familiar door. She opened the door and made her way towards her apartment. She walked into the little cute studio apartment, and walked up to her bed.
The layout of the house was quite peculiar. Walking in, we see a large room, connected to an open kitchen and a spiral metal staircase, which led up to the bedroom, if you could call it that. The only pieces of furniture that graced the room with its presence were a bed and a cabinet filled with heaps of books. This was about all that could fit up there.
Turning to the right side of the apartment, we see a large mirror, which filled the whole length of the right wall. Behind the glass was a door, which led to a large walk in closet, which then led us into an equally large bathroom. The apartment's décor was modern and sleek; the colors formed the artist's calm, peaceful state of mind, filling the room with a comfortable, relaxing air.
A.N:0.o…My gosh. I just wrote two paragraphs about an apartment (I seriously hope the whole description didn't suck)
She took off her shoes and rubbed her feet, her eyes closed, she really needed some rest. She took a shower and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She made her way towards her bed, facing the cabinet. Lying down on the bed, she turned from side to side in discomfort. She sat up and wearily rubbed her face with both her hands, before getting out of bed and walking towards the bookcase (cabinet).
She got on her toes and reached for a thick book on the top shelf, pulling it out of the cluttered shelf, she blew away some of the dust that had gathered on the cover. She smiled, her slender fingers slowly caressing the cover.
Étoiles. It was her book of stars, the book that carried her hopes and dreams as well as her memories. Or rather what was left of her memories, the every once in a while whack of resurfacing emotions and pain wasn't as much help as the doctor said they were.
On the cover lied a beautiful painting, the dark tints and shadows forming together to make a star. She carefully opened the book as though not to damage it, her eyes slowly read the contents of the fist page…
As into your eyes I longingly gaze,
Like looking into the stars above,
Such dazzling beauty does ever amaze,
The stars, they dance, cause I'm in love.
As onto your sweet lips I gently kiss thee,
Tasting a fruit that seems forbidden,
You unleash bonds that set me free,
Awaken emotions that long were hidden.
And as into your bosom I find rest,
A sanctuary for my tumultuous soul,
I certainly count myself among the blessed,
To have found the one that makes me whole.
And throughout this universe I dare to say,
There is not another that could my heart so sway.
This poem was on the first page, next to it was a picture of herself wearing a white dress and smiling happily towards the camera. There were things in here that she did not remember doing, such as this one. She couldn't remember where she was at or when this took place, but what drew her to her own picture was the fact that her smile was so genuine in it.
She flipped through the many pages full of poems and stuff she had written over the years included with pictures, paintings and sketches. As well as collages from the things, she had gathered from magazines and newspapers.
The countless entries in her book ended and she sighed, skimming through the thick books once again. When was the last time she added stuff into her little scrapbook? She couldn't remember, she didn't have enough time lately. She sighed to herself again as she stood up to put the book back onto the shelf.
Clink. Something dropped to the ground; she knelt down and picked it up. It was a necklace, it was a Saturn necklace, she held her breathe when she saw how beautiful it was. There was something about this necklace, holding it wasn't enough, she made her way towards the mirror and put it around her neck.
She outlined the diamond softly, after putting this on, somehow she felt warm, or maybe she had caught a fever. Somehow, the necklace comforted her; it was like finding an opened window, when you are standing outside a locked door. Maybe this was the key to the past everyone hid so perfectly from her.
She smiled at her reflection and made her way towards her bed; she fell onto the soft bed and looked at the ceiling. Tonight she felt like, she had found another piece to her puzzle. Now, only if she knew what the puzzle looked like, it would be much easier putting the pieces together.
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Sorry, no encounter with Rui yet, I think I'll make him hold it out. Looks like Tsukasa still has the upper hand.