Disclaimer: Don't own Chrno Crusade. La!
Hm… another fic. Well, they're all one shots anyway, so I have no worries about updating them XP
Gasp This is my attempted angst… drama… whatever. Contemplation piece? Nah… not smart/deep/ranty enough for that. Damn these short fics.
Colourless
The sun falls too fast – that last second, it lasts forever.
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The rays reflect in his eyes with a flood of color -omnipresence- and thus he sees everything, all there is to see.
In the limbo, the clear, colourless limbo, with no light, no darkness, there is too much noise.
And his memories come crashing in, assailing mind, crushing his sanity, or all that which remains. He screams, he was screaming, he will scream again and again. ----- yet there is only really silence---
Then the memories start leaking, through his ears and eyes and they come flooding from his mouth. He sees it all, every second of his life, of their lives.
The soft ticking of one steady-set clock runs a river through him – each moment pulses against the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Count.
Here is the light pouring into Hell, and the devil's head, and…
and Aion. Aion is always beside him. Smiling, smiling, smiling.
As soon as they are there, they are gone, from his eyes, from his mind, yet he remembers them still. They linger on the fringes of his discworld as echoes he can never erase.
There are images of her. A shining brilliance. Her blue eyes, her golden hair, her smile, so different from that of Aion, and her heart – he cannot see them, he is denied that. By the Holy Angels? By the Pandemonium? Or by himself?
He cannot bear to see her again
"Chrno…"He is the reason she can no longer feel a mortal's touch, and delight in the sunlight, rain and wind. But there is no blame in him, for while he now knows all that in the world, he also knows her.
no subliminal messages in her choices
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they ring clear in his cluttered mind
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and even when she no longer lives, she is never dead, though he no longer has a heart to remember by.
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He is between the light and the dark, in the colourless frame of time, and it is time to choose. The sun has faded away and life is bleached.
fall away..…
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end.
So, etched by the awkwardness and n00b-ness, you'll still review right? Right? Wah! I will not beg for reviews… nevarr…
There's quite a lot of repetition Oo …bah as long as you've read it slowly and not over and over again it should be finne
Thank you!