Atemu looked at Shecka, she was looking into the night sky, her eyes were reflecting in the moon just enough for Atemu to see the slight crescent moons in them.
Her pupils were like an array of blackness that never reflected it was like she was never fully happy as her eyes never fully lit with excitement as a little kid would as they received a gift on Christmas.
Atemu didn't know it, but his eyes were exactly the same as Sheckas'.
They were always hesitant to show real emotion, sure he was happy about life currently, but he never showed his true emotions.
It wasn't like he didn't want to show them, it's just that he didn't show them.
Whatever the reason was, Atemu never showed true happiness.
Perhaps it was because he never had a happy childhood, or perhaps it was because he didn't know how to show emotions.
But, we should not dwell on this topic at the moment, perhaps it shall be brought up again in the future.
Perhaps a second book would be in order, but I shall left you read this now.
Shecka's hair blew backwards, though her like knives through butter, obviously not caring what she looked like, tangled it as she stroked her hair through the knotted mess.
Shecka sighed as cool breeze kissed her cheeks, leaving a somewhat pale expression as she felt the cool air.
Atemu felt the winds cold embrace as well, his face twitching at the sudden burst of cool air to his previously warmed face, like a dagger in his knee it felt, then the coolness subsided.
His midnight blue hair looked purely black, as if someone had painted over it with a brush…like mother nature had gone wrong for a second.
His chocolate brown eyes reflected just as Shecka's did, perhaps even more with her fake feelings.
Atemu looked at Shecka; she was not paying any attention to him, though Atemu felt the usual unnerving feeling of uneasiness as he always did when he and Shecka were alone.
It wasn't like he liked her in that way, he just…didn't know how he felt about her.
Sometimes he loved her like a sister, other times he despised her presence like a 4kids show.
But like it or not, Shecka had always been there for him, through thick and thin she had been there with her usual expressions and feelings.
Sorrow, happiness, melancholy, joy, excitement, she could express them all in her acting and body movements with perfection.
But she couldn't show them in real life; sure she acted happy when something good happened.
But what was behind that façade of masquerades?
For Atemu that was just another mystery of Shecka that he could never answer in a million years.
Atemu finally got passed the uneasiness of the lack of social interaction and spoke in his usual hero cliché voice, though inside he was feeling like a small child as he looked at his friend. (Well it wasn't like he could change his voice)
"What are you thinking about?"
Shecka jolted back wards, unknowing that Atemu was still there, hitting the bar behind her quite hardly.
After a few moments of cursing in Japanese (something she learnt so Angel wouldn't learn her "colourful words"), Shecka's eyes finally adverted back to Atemu's, she obviously didn't realise that he was still there.
Which was a given, Atemu usually left when Cal went in, probably because Atemu didn't like staying out when the street kids were going in.
Also, Atemu was deceivingly quiet, he didn't know how he was quite, but it was like he had padding on his feet like an elephant that made his feet unheard.
But his eyes were like a cheetahs, very direct and very keen, when you were in a conversation with Atemu, you knew he was not paying attention to anything else in the room except you.
But those eyes could project anger and sorrow just as easily as Shecka could project her emotions.
Though Atemu couldn't control what his eyes did, that was the difference between Shecka and Atemu.
Shecka could control her emotions, Atemu couldn't.
Shecka straightened, which made her a quarter of an inch shorter than Atemu, but only barely a quarter, but that still angered Shecka.
Shecka was quite tall for her age, and she didn't have a problem showing it.
Shecka responded in a sly tone, she asked a powerful question.
That was why Shecka thought more than usual about talking to people, she wanted to answer powerfully so she could paralyze the person with but a few words, something she had learnt in the acting business.
"Why do you want to know what im thinking?"
Atemu shrugged and looked at Shecka straight in the eyes, which was hard to do with Shecka.
It was the only way Atemu could get a clear shot if there was an opening to see what Shecka was really feeling.
Though those opportunities were quite rare and looking into Shecka's eyes was hard because she could project her field around them with her "acting emotions" as easily as flipping a coin or jumping for joy.
Darn, no luck for Atemu.
Shecka was keeping her acting face on and wasn't going to give in any time soon, her shock was obviously acting.
Atemu shrugged innocently, closing his eyes as he did so, not knowing of course, it was just a normal action.
Then he replied in a strained tone, like he was struggling to release the words out his mouth as he opened his eyes.
"Well I was just wondering you seem to look out at the moon a lot…why so?"
Shecka sighed and shifted her weight onto the pole; her arms were in a crossed position as she put her back on the wall.
She took one more glance at the crescent moon, like she was looking for the proper answer within the half sprits of the moon, not complete and not empty.
But, fortunately, the crescents would be filled within time.
Though Shecka's past would remain a mystery to Atemu until he could get her to open up to him.
Shecka sighed and answered truthfully in barely a whisper, like she had used when she had been in a drama.
"I believe our history's are up there in that sky.
Those who we love.
Those who we have loss.
Perhaps I am wrong but Ate…do you ever feel like there is something more in life then meets the eye? Like there is another adventure out there just waiting for us? Like a star just at our reach"
Atemu was staring at the moon as well now, he saw what Shecka meant.
The stars were looking onto them like perhaps little guardian angels that could only appear at night.
Perhaps his parents were looking onto him, perhaps it could be his imagination but he thought he could see a pair of blue eyes reflecting onto him in a constellation.
Sheckas' words had just stabbed into his mind, wedging to get out, but somewhat trying to stay in and wonder around the corridors of his mind, though it wasn't pain that was he was feeling.
It was the curiosity of millions.
Even though the words I have just used were in an odd fashion, that was the best way to describe Atemu's feelings at the moment.
He was looking at the words Shecka had said at all angles, possibly to think of something that would explain Shecka's connection with the darkness and not the light.
Shecka wasn't evil of course, but she didn't connect with the suns arrays of mystery that Atemu had as soon as been brought into the world.
She just seemed more spiritual at night, perhaps that why he had stayed out with Shecka.
The strings and knots that made up her past were slowly loosened at night, but never too much for him to see anything in the vague picture of Sheckas' life.
She always kept her mind strongly closed from anyone who wanted to know about her.
Atemu shook his head; he understood how Shecka got enthralled with the stars and moon.
The beauty, the mystery, everything was vague, but in detail.
Like music on a piano.
Even though there were seven different names for the keys to make music with.
But it was very pacific when you played the moods.
A Si could be put in the mood of excitement, anger, sadness or happiness.
It all depended on what held it together, like glue and paper, they needed to be together to be in its fullest.
The sky was playing its own beautiful melodic tune as the stars twinkled like notes.
Atemu nodded and spoke in a softer tone; the beauty of the night had taken the rough edge of his voice.
"I understand what you mean; it is like the stars are marking our journey."
Shecka smiled slightly and nodded, looking back up at the stars, not knowing that Atemu was watching at her every move.
Atemu didn't know why, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her movements, like they were a key to a puzzle of his past.
Shecka asked Atemu, still gazing at the beautiful twinkling lights in the black sky.
"Think our journey will start with going to see this Kaiba?"
Her hair was moving behind her, like a sprit was air bending it.
Atemu sighed and put his hand on the railing, gazing at the crescent moon.
He spoke in a soft tone.
"I don't know Shecka."