The Shards of You and Me
the Mender: ILuvsBakura
the Construction: written July 6, posted Oct. 8
the Pieces: Feathers Falling in Moonlight- Sesshoumaru and Kagura
the Fragment: Wind Chimes
the Tools: when she has nothing else, she still has his melody
Wind Chimes
She was more than she appeared to be; anyone who took the time to get to know her would see that. She was more than just some spawn of a half-demon abomination; she was more than just a tool. She was a gust of fresh, exotic wind- a delicious breath of air in an arid, lifeless world. All in all though, she was but a shadow of something great- a half self of all that she was destined to be.
Freedom was the only thing that kept her hanging on. The motions she passed through so seamlessly day by day couldn't be called living. Not even her death was at her own disposal. Everything she did was controlled- the foul abhorrent wretch that smugly called himself her creator held all the strings.He- literally- held her heart in his hand, and even the slightest hint of a betrayal would give him the perfect excuse to put an end to her miserable existence once and for all. She was forced to play puppet to all his twisted whims. Until the bane of her world was destroyed though, there would be no freedom, and she would stay forever in that endless cycle of imprisonment.
But in that mundane whirlwind that she hesitantly called life, there was one thing that actually seemed to make her happy. Not just keep her sustained, not just provide her with a reckless half-hearted entertainment, but gave her a real semblance of contentment. It wasn't often, and it wasn't all that stable, but at least it was there. At least... HE was there.
He was almost as precious to her as the wind; both were mercurial, calmly unforgiving, and apt to constantly ebband flow out of her life unexpectedly. His was a dangerous serenity, a beautiful ambience that surrounded and awed all those near him. But he was a creature with claws, and was never afraid- or unwilling- to fight. She was sure he despised her; in fact, a great deal of his appeal came from the way he was so easily annoyed by her lightly flirtatious antics. It amused her to no end to see him suppress a growl. And though their "relationship" was not a relationship at all, she wouldn't trade those few and far between moments spent together for anything in the world.
In truth, he was the melody that was constantly playing in her head. He was how she could remember that she was there, that her existence meant something after all. Underneath his regal air, and cold, unyielding internal barriers, she liked to think that he was just another lonely soul. She saw a sunset in his golden eyes, felt the radiance of the moon in his un-breach ableatmosphere. He was the sharp, clear note ringing out in her world of lazy afternoon, resonating through to the very core of her being. As long as she could hear it, she would know that she could still fight for that freedom she longed for, and that hope, though vague and dim, was still there.