Chapter 6
Oblivion
By: Tangerine Kisses
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
donna ni nagai yoru de sae
akeru hazu yo ne? saane…
mou nannen mae no hanashidai?
torawareta mama da ne?
No matter how long the night
Dawn should always come, hm? I dunno…
How many years ago did that happen?
I'm still trapped by it, hm?
The stench of salt lingered in the room.
Inside and out.
Creeping in their skin, their souls... The white seemed distant, the clear translucent lights dimming in the moon light.
Soft unclenching sobs echoed through out the walls, grieving in out the wave like fusion. Rustles of fabric against fabric.
Empty desolated eyes stared and stared, until it felt like there was no tomorrow.
The dark midnight sky, grew colder and colder. Small droplets of crystalline water fell from the rumbling clouds. The day was lost, never to be found again.
A loud clang perturbed the great silence, a small black shadow made its way unto the night, sneaking its way swiftly, consciously.
Abruptly, a great clash of lighting blessed the vast sky. The roar of thunder deafening the valley of clouds, rolling in an endlessly tirade.
The shadow broke into a run, swift and rapid, causing the pilled rubbish bins to clash and clank, the piercing noise reverberating through out the vacant street. It left havoc in its wake, bins unturned, absent trashes.
The avenue remained shady, gloomed and dimmed, baring nothing but nothingness to its depths.
The shadow hovered by the end of the street, peeking eloquently on the inane streets. A few vehicles ran amok the heavy rainfall, leaving traces of dust and dirt along the avenue.
Rain rumbled through the sky, while as the trembling silhouette made its way to the light. It treaded in a quiet pace, yet in a hurried, cunning movement.
The street light by the corner, revealed the soaked clump of black mass. Its paws were dirty due to the wet puddles of the rain. It shook from the cold, its eyes, scanning incoherently, among the clump of mass.
Bright red crimson pools, displayed uncontrollable fear barreling the mad will to live. The determination of courage, raging from red to crimson… it moved slowly until it reached a tiny shaft of light, moved towards it. Fretting in the rain, the cat bathed in its warm glow.
It hovered, stilled, scrutinizing the mad row of the winds, the tacit fall of the down pouring rain.
It hovered again, stilled. Its will never wavering… No fickle of hesitancy could be seen escaping its eyes. The black cat drenched in frosty bitter rain, felt incompetent. It felt incomplete, yet, no noise can be heard again from the feline cat. It was shunned and now it avoided disdain. Eschew from society, it displayed no fear.
Nothing at all.
For it had accepted nothing of which the world has have ever to give…
The pouring rain trapped the thin brittle of light inside the room. The window made a 'tap tap' noise. The room was dim and bleak. The once shinning moon was gone, parting the forbidding heavens from the uninviting downpour. It left the two occupants unmoving, unwavering. No silhouette pinned the area, and the only resounding swish of heaving breaths drifted unto the dusk of night.
She stood so frail, her back by the wall. She looked chaotic and so messed up. Her mind void of nothing but instillation, her heart drowned in inconsistent pulsating beats. The world would have been obliterated and yet, naught would defeat the clamoring of their restless souls.
The grumbling thunder moved unto the firmament, the lightning flashing along the freezing drizzle, it took a moment, a frozen lithe time, suspended in the air. Before all reality crashed her down, they were on the brink of exhaustion and still they would not collapse.
Her eyes were immobile from the shock, the realization. Her body petrified in that state of time, panic and distress crawled on her skin, fear grew in her heart. She needed to breathe, yet she couldn't. Needed to feel, yet a pang of guilt prohibited her to do so.
Her right hand hung stationary, her nimble fingers motionless. She took in of his rigid state, how the planes on his face became hard and static.
His face was towards the right, his lips in a tight line. There was a tint of redness growing by his pale visage. It was a second just late as a loud gasp filled the air. Her hands covered her mouth in disbelief; she staggered before she realized the extent of what she had done. She had slapped him.
Never in her life, had she dreamt of harming someone.
Never…
In a split second of time, she was everywhere. Her hands flew to his face, holding, caressing. "Natsume…" She whispered his name like a mantra, a silent prayer she had always wished. She brushed his fallen locks from his eyes, hers searching.
Her face contorted in pain, the hurt flashing in her pools in a sporadic manner. She was pallid, her breathing erratic. She felt her heart shatter into tiny million pieces when no response reached her, her mind go insipidly blank when no reaction belated her.
Sooner than soon, he felt her hands by his cheeks, his eyes, everywhere. Felt the mindless brush of her tresses and he couldn't help but feel infuriated, absurd relief flooded his mind, his heart beating in an uncontrolled frenzy.
He was mad.
Mad when he felt happiness filing his heart at her touch, mad for senselessly accepting her caress, when everything should have been redundant, superfluous.
Absolutely unconditionally mad… about her.
She was murmuring small nothings, and all he could understand was his name. Being chanted, ever so softly, murmured in a conduct that made his heart lurched.
In a minute he could forgive, and in a second he would love her.
And nothing made a difference in the world.
From the moment he saw her, when he entered her home. He felt nothing but unquestionable acceptance. The complete familiarity in her surroundings, at the first sight of her twinkling amber eyes, he felt at home.
He felt complete.
Yet being with her was impossible, impossible when he left her. Even if she found the courage of forgiving him, he would never forgive himself. He left her, all alone. Living in the darkness he knew by heart.
He was so selfish, so selfish that he thought nothing but her survival. He believed that as long as she was safe, she was happy. He lived for her, never realizing that it was also she, who lived for him.
He was lost without her, never knowing how lost she had also felt. He was dead without her touch, obsolete in any means. He never knew, that his pain was hers, never knew amount of hurt she had endured. Was also her pain, also her hurts, also her suffering.
She felt him breathe, rapid deep breaths. She found his eyes indefinite, provisional. The blank fall of his crimson pools left her desperate. She clung to him, her tresses in wild disarray. She held on him, burying her face by his neck.
His senses were in high profanity, she was so close. So close, that it took no matter of distance, for her to be his. The dread thought of her drew blood, and as if she heard him, so grimly.
As if all hope was lost, she prayed. Prayed for her, prayed for him.
Prayed for them.
No sooner than then, her right arm was by his neck, her left hand clutching his shirt. He stood rigid to the spot. He felt nothing but her skin, smooth, warm skin.
Hesitantly, she moved. She kissed his face, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes and she stared. He felt her lips, smoother, gentler, warmer.
Her brown pools were dazzling. Glazed with unresolved tears, she didn't notice a small tear drop fall from her resolute eyes... But she continued on. Believing.
"I'm sorry… Natsume… I'm sorry."
He didn't acknowledged her plea, yet he searched her face, seeking. His eyes, red blood crimson met dejected amber. He saw the pain she felt, and he felt the longing tug in his heart.
The pull of blazing emotions, of her and him.
Abruptly, like a vision. He saw her, in that pink flowing garment twirling, laughing with stars in her eyes. He saw her, as she questioned him, when he had slipped the necklace by her neck. He saw her, when undeceiving tears fell from her eyes. Saw how she wept with happiness, and how she had held onto him.
Feeling so irrevocably in love.
He saw how anxious gazes heaved unto her that day, yet her warm brown eyes, stayed so determined. So believed that he had almost run back to where she was. He was how she fiddled her white dress, how worried her pools glazed. He saw when she broke down, refusing the hands by her side. He saw how she wept, so sadly, saw her eyes filled with unrelenting grief. He saw her, madly beautiful as she slept. Frozen tears, filled her cheeks.
And he saw her now, grasping unto the thin trail of hope, as if her life depended on it.
He didn't care of the future; he left each and every conniving thought in his mind to drift unto oblivion.
And he grabbed her to him, feeling her fill every contour of his body.
Loving her in an inexorable state.
Where he once again found himself, desperate of her.
The inevitable truth of that which they were boundlessly part of.
He loved her, and she loved him. Nothing ever mattered.
And yet, fate was cruel. Unkind, fate knew of their suffering.
Knew of the dangerous proximity of their life, would destroy everything, even if it meant destroying themselves. Fate reached unto the utter corners of their heart to bring in the joust of oblivion. To dispute of their hearts, and free them of their own wills to live.
For then, when all hope had died will they reach the true place where inconsolable regrets and barren faith were truly despaired of. And then will that be the only true place where they would live happily ever after.
The night would go on, and on. The rumbling of the winds and the crashing of the waves will forever be present in the obscurity of the dark. The moon would forever wane, polishing, brimming with absolute conspicuity.
Yet, they shall live on obstinately, adamantly like the stars, reaching out to hope.
She hung on to him, a pledge of herself, silently like a diktat. Leaving all burden behind, deeming of nothing but inconsolable love.
He took in her scent, barring his mind in a faint soft whisper. And slowly he pushed her away, noting how messy she looked. How her amber eyes glazed glassily in the dark. How her gradual erratic breaths fell into a step.
He breathed her in, how exquisite she looked, how madly simple minded she had always been. He was an inch to eternity, his lips lingered by hers, and swiftly he stole a single fading kiss.
A sharp intake of breath followed his remittance. Slowly he moved away, hating himself for the weakness he had shown, hating himself for his lack of self control.
He neared the door, and without a second thought. He left.
She fell in a trance, her mind flooded images and timbered elegies. She saw him, so near her, and yet so far. Felt him so close, yet so distant, and outlying. She sensed him, perceived familiar his lips on hers. And she felt exasperated, intuit of being breathless incensed her state.
He moved slowly, yet his strides were sure. And she couldn't help but grieve; she did not want to let him go. She tried to hold on to his touch, but all she grasped was the infinite wind. The door closed unseeingly, and she fell down, drowning her self in her own tears.
He heard the wretched sobs behind the door. And he staggered to hold himself unbendingly. His head softly knocked the wooden plank. His eyes tightly closed. His head swerved when a firm voice questioned him.
"Onii-chan…?"
His lips lifted in a small smirk, and he approached her leisurely. It was maybe because of the uncertainty in her eyes, or the indecision in her voice.
"Stay out of trouble Aoi…" he said sinisterly, an uncanny look filled her pallid visage then he whispered in her ear.
A knowing look bleached her identical crimson pools. And then a warm smile lifted the corners of her lips. He swiftly pressed a kiss by her cheek, before he left in a soundless repute.
She veered of towards his back, leaving her long obsidian locks in a weaving manner. Before she could utter a reply, the door was as still as it was before he had ever come.
"Onii-chan…"
"Take care of her for me…"
She entered Mikan's room, with exact precision, meticulously evading the shafts of glittering light. She heard a small sob behind the door, and her heart floundered when she heard the unceremonious noise.
She felt her words stuck in her throat, the awful reminder she had from him faltered in her mind.
"Mikan-nee-Chan…"
Her head slowly rose towards her fleeting voice. And her response wobbled as profoundly as her emotions.
"Aoi -hic- chan -hic-…" tears streamed down her pastel face, her tresses were haggardly strewn by her shoulders.
She hugged her knees to her and stifled another whimper. Aoi glided towards where she sat and gently sat by her. gingerly, she tugged mikan in a seeping way, and held onto her, like she he knew would.
No words were said.
No whispers made.
Naught comforting phrases, for nothing could have made it ok.
zenzen nani mo kikoenai
kohaku iro no nami ni fune ga ukabu
gensou nande idakanai
kasunde mienai e
I can't hear anything at all
The ship floats in amber-colored waves
I don't hold on to any illusions
The picture's too blurry to be seen.
TBC
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Sorry guys, I've fled for quite a while now, and well I was just not so into the dread fact that I lost the first copy of this 6th installment. I had to wri-write it, and the words got all blurry and mad. gRrrrrRRrr…. This chapter sucks…
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-tangerine kisses ,,..,.,.,.,