A/n: Hah Hah! I am BACK!!! Why do my parents always think that they can control me? Well all my peoples they can't. And I'm sorry that I just HAD to get grounded for ten weeks for having one stupid F on my report card. Gay ass school just needed to call my parents and tell them that I got my report card. But hey! At least I edited, combined AND added some new junk to my fic! Am I awesome or WHAT!!! Read dudes, that's what this fic is for right? RIGHT?
Chapter 2 Empty Slowly Through Wind
Blue. Sky blue eyes blink open feeling warmth surrounding him- unknown warmth. The feeling of safety and calmness is overpowering. There seems to be no reason to move. But one would feel the need to see where the warmth is coming from- the answer, he already knows.
Turning slightly as to not wake the 'warmth', violet can be seen. Calming features, soft skin, even breathing- at peace. But the 'warmth', as if feeling a gaze upon it opens tired plum colored pools. Blinking there comes an understanding. And with understanding, there comes the despair. Satoshi gives a vacant smile and slowly stands up. Recognizing the room to be his he walks nearly seeming as if lost-as if broken. And he is. With the heart of a broken soul he moves, gathers clothes from a dark wood dresser, puts them on, and leaves the room.
Dark eyes watch Satoshi leave, expressionless.
The sky is no longer clear. The sky isn't shining with its usual bright yellow gold, lighting up the city and spreading warmth through the hearts of everyone. Instead there is only grey. There are no dark skies of the night, to hide the sins of the sinners it holds. There are no golden rays of the sun, to let the people who bathe in the light feel joy and content. Only grey covers the area, foreboding of cleansing rain and cleansing of the souls. Though some souls can not be cleansed by the rain alone. A slight breeze blows the fallen leaves that litter the city park's luscious green grass.
Footsteps are heard from the crunching of feet upon grass and dry leaves. Satoshi is walking, no destination in mind, just a feeling of not anger, not hatred towards the one who stole his beloved's heart, and not sadness for the one he loved. There are no dark thoughts floating inside of him. There floats a sudden desire-a longing. Only one can kiss the longing inside of him away. But the one who keeps his heart has no knowledge of how much Satoshi cherishes him.
Satoshi's footsteps fade away. With no destination in mind. It is merely endless walking. But somehow, unconsciously, Satoshi finds himself in a church. Sapphire orbs become gold.
But the internal craving stays the same.
"Are you angry with me?"
Garnet gems glitter with concern and stare at shaky hands as the boy's question lingers in the air, waiting for Dark to answer him.
"No! Never."
A smile fills with relief. But the worry has yet to completely pass.
"Why won't you speak to me then?"
A hesitant silence…
"You know he doesn't love you…"
A nod and the smile is now missing.
"Then…why?"
Crimson jewels seem to darken now and the boy bows his head even more.
"I can always hope."
Dark could only look longingly at the boy.
"Sometimes hope is not enough."
Daisuke gazes out the window beside the bed with eyes that no longer tells any secrets.
And then…
"I know"
There is only silence.
Whispering tickles the ear of one who sits alone. Whispering, but of what? It grows not. It merely fades away, leaving silence to rein over all. But the one who sits alone cares not for this whispering, for he knows it speaks only of himself. He did not come to such a place for guidance from the great being- creator of all. He did not come here for the quiet peace. Why he came, there was no reason. Did he seek help? Did he seek peace? He himself shall never know.
And the whispering vanishes with the gentle wind as the heavy wooden door lets out a creak while it closes behind the golden angel. He walks without purpose, without feeling-ice cold grace. He walks when there shall stay no light in his future. Beautiful threads of silken locks flow angelically with his white cape behind him.
He walks alone.
The streets are crowded with those who wish to be home with their beloveds. The air is thick with the sadness of oncoming rain. You can smell it they say, so fresh and relaxing. The truth? There trudges the boy with the blood colored eyes who liked to believe so, if only for the comfort of knowing his soul will be clean soon. Clean of all his sins, his knowledge, and hopefully but not likely his memory and guilt. A young mind wishes for the wet tears of the heavens to fall that very moment. But lightning has yet to appear. So Daisuke daydreams more of the white angel while he keeps up a steady pace, heading towards the city's bridge. Dark watches in pain.
When they finally reach the bridge the sight of the metallic soul searching waters below the cloudy grey sky is looked at by not crimson eyes, but by violet. Lovely tresses of purple dance in front of Dark's face where a flirtatious smirk once shown in all its glory. Amethyst gems no longer twinkle with mischief and cheerful enthusiasm.
Instead they gaze at the deep lake's water staring at the reflection of not himself, but past the mirror and beyond. He stared longingly at what shines deeper within his thoughts. The emotions such a sight stir are too much to keep inside and with one last glance of the soul reflecting water he turns and leaves. A picture of what he saw glows brightly with a light of a star in his melancholy mind. Of the young Daisuke who caresses his heart in clumsy loving hands as a warm smile twinkles on his soft childish face.
But then...
"I'm sorry"
There are garnet eyes shining not unlike glass. Whispered words as they always are and shall forever be are forgotten when images of a certain heaven winged creature floated in Daisuke's mind.
Dark can feel no more. His being shatters by the truth while the numbness of eternal damnation swallows him whole. He soon begins to fade...
Ravens fly through the clouds- birds of the dead. The sky darkens with the hours of the day, the time of the truth lies near. Leaves dance over the emerald grass of the place of the destined time. The wind caresses, whispering. Whispering what? Could it be the whispering of what has already passed? Or is the whispering of what has yet to come?
But even though the answers can be found within the talking of the honest breeze not one soul is listening. The souls of all were left alone. Ignorance is only bliss when the souls of all can not be hurt. So why are all the souls now covered in thick coats of darkness?
The answer...
Lies only in the wind
