Reflections
Title: Reflections
Author: Lust Shaker
Disclaimer: I don't own Guilty Gear
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mild angst, I think? That's about all. Zato/Millia implied.
Author's notes: I originally wrote this in a journal of mine, but I found it worked better as a first-person POV fic, so I decided to post it here after I added onto it a little.
I'm currently working on something that's not first-person, so look out for that n.n I have the first of, what? Two chapters (if that) finished, so it may be posted soon. n.n
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You know, while I'm up during the day more often than not, I greatly prefer the night. Especially when the sky is clear and full of stars, and the moon is so close that you swear you could reach out and touch it.
...He used to say he could see the moon reflected in my eyes...(bitter laugh) Not anymore, I suppose..
As far as the nights themselves, they used to be like that frequently at the Assassins Guild. Through my time there, I was promoted quite a few times, so I changed rooms whenever that happened (higher status, bigger room). The last room I remember having had this huge window that overlooked the garden.
Zato used to say that he liked my room because it wasn't the largest, but it reflected who I was. After his death, I fought harder and with more rage and passion to release the regret I had, thus earning a higher spot. But by the time I moved all my things into my new room, it was one of the biggest, but it didn't reflect who I was anymore.
That may have had something to do with the fact that I lost a lot of who I was when Zato died...
But I have to admit, at night, the stars were absolutely amazing. I stayed up far past midnight sometimes just watching the stars and the moon. I've always been intrigued by things like that.
During the spring, the garden would be in full bloom and the scent would fill my room as soon as I opened the window. At night, that scent was amazing. That was one of the only places I ever found true peace there after the ritual.
My hair always liked the roses. laughs It started to mimic the form of a few of the flowers. It was always a little odd, but cute nonetheless.
I'm sure Slayer thought I was strange when he walked in to find me sitting on the floor and just staring out the open window. On some level, though, I think he understood my need for escapism, even if he didn't show it. I'm thankful for that.
It's too bad the cities I usually stop in are so smoggy and the sky is often blocked out. Clear nights bring back fond memories. Memories that are essential to remember that I can still find peace.
I seem to forget that at times.