As restless as a butterfly, they call me. Being called the Pierrot Rouge, the assumption is fitting. I'm named after a creature I can never become, an ability I can never fully achieve. If I cannot fly, then my acrobatics are the closest I will ever come to them. So I twist, turn, and flip my way throughout the world. It isn't to show off, as some might assume. It is just a way to replace my unachievable desires.
To be completely honest, I never sought her out. She had never appealed to me when she first entered our world. Her steps were perfect, her costume pristine, every aspect of her crafted like a china doll. It was beauty to the others but ugliness to me. I seek creation, explosion, and passion. I am who I am and want another that simply is themselves. If the Pierrot Clown was content to love a statue, then more power to him. I did not envy his choice.
Then something happened that I had not expected. Already I had been seeking out the Pierrot Clown with a renewed interest. He had shed his mask and had begun to soar with his movements. To escape the shell imposed on oneself is no simply task. I silently congratulated him, though I also equally looked down upon him for continuing to love a creature that had not evolved as he had.
It was in this hidden contemplation that I saw an event that reverberated throughout our world. With a movement, he had taken her skirt from her and not been protested for it. That Ballerina, that pathetic doll, was morphed into something breathtaking. They continued to dance, but now in her movements I saw that she no longer cared for perfection. Their was a new edge and depth to her that had not previously existed.
To attempt to take another's love may not be the kindest act, but when have I ever been kind? When have I ever been anything but myself?
I stretched out towards her, curious to see how she would respond. I was delighted to see that she came to me without a second glance to her partner. We began to dance and I was mesmerized. Finally, I saw she was beautiful. I wanted her for myself. I took her away from her partner, further away from his prying eyes, and continued the dance.
But, for all her new individuality, she still struggled to keep some things the same. She began to turn back and look for her clown. I shrugged and continued. The dance had become boring but nothing else was about to interest me further.
I noticed a twinkle out of the corner of my eye and, for the first time, beheld the group of Diablo Girls as they practiced. They giggled infectiously and I was captivated by the darling children. I did not bid goodbye to her. The girls called to me and I followed, settling upon the floor to watch them, and the footsteps behind me assured me the Pierrot Clown's Columbina had returned to him. It was the last thought I gave her.
Yes, I know that isn't the entirety of it. At times, when the world was truly still, I would look for her again. The excitement of battling with my twin for her charms amused me. But always she returned and I never minded. She was a distraction, after all. Everything was.
If neither of them saw it, well, more's the pity for them. That didn't make it his concern.