/ = thoughts
//= past events
/italics/= ?
Konnichiwa minna! Sorry about the long wait… I hope no one hates me for how long this took. Well, here is the next section…Takes place on Assiah, still. Though not spoken, there is a touch of shounen-ai that motivates Setsuna. I would rate this piece PG, with a touch of angst. Demo, without further ado… AutocratChapter 1 Part 2
~eternally~
"Huh?" Sara struggled against the sleep that wrapped her brain, in order to attend to the trouble that awakened her. Eventually, bright amber eyes, swept of the fogginess that clouded her brain, opened. The sun that usually greeted her in rude awakening wasn't there, but a sound sleeper didn't wake for just anything.
Stifling a yawn for Setsuna's sake, Sara glanced over to the digital clock upon their apartment's nightstand. Rolling her eyes at the glowing 1:00 AM and falling back onto the pillow, she reached out for the comfort of her brother before closing her eyes.
/It's so cold. Too cold./
/Wake up./
Obeying the voice that echoed within her body, Sara realized that Setsuna was no longer there, and only a faint warmness could be felt where his body had laid. Something was not right. He shouldn't be up this early. In an artifice of concern, Sara stumbled out of bed, tripping lightly over the combined effort of the covers and her gown.
Reaching to remove the hair that flowed into her eyes, Sara glimpsed silver. /Silver?/ A rich but soft chuckle produced itself from the air, drifting to rest upon the memories that were conjuring. Sara blinked into darkness with confusion as to where it came from, but it was laced in a fear.
//"Sara, not tonight," Setsuna had said, with the acknowledgement of her flinch. Sara draped a leg across Setsuna's slim waist before kissing his chest lightly. Looking up at him, "But don't you want me tonight? It's our anniversary…"
"I'm sorry, Sara. Not tonight" his soft monotone had repeated, and upon finishing, rolled gently away to face the opposite wall.
An exasperated and disappointed sigh from the other filled the room with tension before she realized the other was already asleep. Soon the angels of sleep pulled Sara into their artificial void but before she did, a whisper was uttered, "I love you my oneechan, sleep well."//
It was a poison for her.
/Silver/
/Why do I keep seeing it?/
Fumbling to her feet, realizing the memory, she covered her mouth in aggrievement./What if his feelings have changed? There was that time with mother…What if…No, I can't say that. Oneechan loves me, even if he has been a bit distant lately./
In her hurry, a book fell off of the nightstand, and a note was left unnoticed.
/We're happy, aren't we?/
A muffled scraping of a door interrupted her and she swiftly allowed herself to run in that direction, in the hopes of not being too late. The door was just being eased shut when she reached it, yanking on the failing doorknob to find a black clad and surprised Setsuna.
He was wearing Kira's black trenchcoat.
A moment of silence passed between the two before Sara found her voice, letting out an aghast whisper, "Setsuna-"
It was more than just one word, the millions left unspoken, overflowing into the cup of regret and silence. It was a burden to Sara, the weight of it, just as it was a release from wasting more breath on a syllable of silence she would receive.
In the face of Setsuna, not her own mind, it was more of a demand…
Being from the same bloodline, Setsuna held his own stubbornness and set back into a cool façade of apathy. He had promised not to involve her, not to get her hurt. /Angels don't die/ He had resolved to forget about her; he had done it before. /Or tried/ /They really never do./
"And they'll never understand…" he whispered. She only needed to feel what he was feeling. In what world could he hide in where no one would find him? So no one would be hurt?
/The heavens fracture the love I have. They scatter it to the winds, and I can only chase after one. Has my love been a scorned fallacy, if I am really to choose who I love? Maybe I am walking away from my destiny…/
He turned away from her, draping Kira's sword over his back, ignoring the tears dripping from her eyes.
"Setsuna, please…" she reached out to hold his shoulder, but his hand met hers and shoved it away.
"Sara, I can't endanger you. I know that. I don't know much else, with the way fate lies. And know this, that I always love you. Itsumo, imooto-san."
"Aniki?" Vexed, but regaining posture, Sara let her hand drop in defeat and moved away, temporarily giving up possession. Softly, she smiled and relaxed. /It's ok./ "Oh, aniki… I'll be waiting for you then." /Always./
Setsuna wearily glanced over his shoulder, but gently returned the smile and a little wave. A sigh fell into the wind, he wouldn't have to run. He could shed no more tears in this goodbye, in the release of a cage.
"Setsuna?"
Already in step, he decided not to turn back, only slowed his descent of the apartment stairs, and wished her to quickly speak.
"Ganbatte…Setsuna, but I know you'll be back."
Pushing off again into the darkness, the streets trapped in its layers of misery, moments before gone, a tear danced down skin. An immortal kiss, twirling into the wind as a mirrored drop. /Where will your path of faith lead you?/ A whisper contained, perhaps the wind had only uttered that last word.
Muffling an ominous feeling of loneliness, Sara decided against going back to sleep. Her mind might do cruel things.
"…Sayonara…"
~Tsuzuku~
Notes of the Author:
[1] First off, I apologize deeply for how long this took. I plan to be more regular in my updates in the future.
[2] I think that some words from When the Voiceless Speak, my current Vagrant Story fanfiction piece, got in here. Please bear with me… ^_^ Hehe, it may also be because of my reading The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice. Lestat is truly wicked…his elegant style of speech…ahhhh…
[3] This will contain yaoi eventually. I'm sorry for fans of Sara…I really don't like her, so…Why does each anime have one of her? Relena and her should hook up sometime, they might find a lot of common interest.
[4] For those of you that know me, you'll notice that the 2nd titles I use for Autocrat are also titles of my songs. I truly wish to be in the visual kei (J-rock) scene. Wish me luck!
Love always,
Naoki
12/31/01
Japanese key:
Oniichan- older brother
Itusmo- always
Imooto-san-my sister
Ganbatte- good luck
Sayonara- goodbye
Tsuzuku- to be continued