The library
I walked along the empty dirt road humming to myself, the wind swirled the dust and feathers all around me. I looked far off into the sunset, and let out a light sigh, as the last rays of sun reflected off of my blue-green eyes. Nothing but pain here, pain and lonelyness. I smiled to myself at the thought, and then I closed my eyes, drinking in the sound of the chirping birds and the distant water. I brushed my long hair away from my face, the wind whipped it around and right back to where it had started. I frowned slightly,then turned around, heading back in the direction I had come. A storm was brewing, I could feel it, besides I had to get to Apocalyse by shortly after sundown.
I listened to everything as I made my way back to the car. The soft crunch of the rocks and dust beneath my white tennis shoes, the cry of some large cat, the feather-light sound of footsteps behind me. .. I whirled around to face whoever was there. What I saw there made me freeze in my tracks.
He looked to be maybe about seventeen or eighteen years of age, with wild blonde hair which fell all about his face, and the most beautiful angelic pale violet eyes. That was not what made me stare however. What made me stare was the sense of fammiliarity I got from him. . . the fact that the sight of this strange young man stirred up some memory long forgotten. He politely excused himself around me, not with the confidence you would expect such a good looking young man to have, but with an almost cold shyness. I nodded, a bit too late and then realized that I was still standing there staring off into space. I shook my head slowly thinking to myself that I should not be acting this way. That there was no way I could know that boy, but the memory still tugged at the edge of my mind, trying to escape.
I was about seven years of age, my black tipped white hair was a bit shorter then, but still those very same odd colours. I was playing in a sand box, with a young boy, maybe about a year older than me. His features were somewhat femminine and his hair was that pale blonde colour which usually fades out around age six or so. His eyes were a pale pale blue violet, and he was at that time making an elaborate sand castle. The most beautiful light feeling seemed to radiate from him. He tossed some sand at me, I tossed some back, a sand fight ensued, though was soon broken up by the grown ups. . . my mother . . .so beautiful with her long gold hair, and her blue-green eyes. I have my mother's eyes. She was wearing a long blue dress, one which I remember to be her favourite. She picked me up out of the box and dusted the sand off of me, I was laughing, and she hugged me. The little boy stuck out his tounge. I retorted in the same manner.
The memory faded as I felt warm tears rolling down my cheeks, that had been so long ago, before we came back here, to the temple, before she had. . . no I would not think of that now, I had to remember her as that happy beautiful smiling woman. No matter how much it hurt.
I wiped the tears away from my eyes and continued toward the main road. The sun had drifted below the horion now and the first pinprick of stars were coming out of hiding. I looked up at the purple blue sky, then quickly back down, those eyes. . . could they be those of the same little boy who I had known so long ago? I shook that thought away, and opened the door to my old banged up convertable. I got in, put the key into the ignition and turned. The engine coughed to life, and soon I was driving down the road, my hair flying out behind me, not caring what I remembered. It was the third best thing to flying. More stars came out, and the third day full moon glowed huge and orange, just at the top of the horizon. I smiled to myself as I headed toward town.
Just then, something shot across the road, I skidded to a stop, worried that I might hit it. I had no clue what it was, but it could not have been an animal of any sort considering it walked upright like a human. I parked the car properly at the side of the road and then jumped out, nt bothering to open the door. I ran to the edge of the forest peering into the darkness. I saw nothing. Then I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I whirled around, letting out a small shreik. The man who stood there looked somewhat taken aback. I stood there (again staring) trying to catch my breath. He did not seem all that comfortable with my stare. I realized what I was doing and quickly cast my eyes downward. From the way he was standing it seemed that he was more bothered by that than my staring. I could see why however. He was tall an dgood looking, but not in a conventional way, no not at all. His hair was wild and green, his skin pale as death, his face was beautifuly sculpted, with thin eyebrows, and beautifully tilting eyes. Those eyes however were where any possobillity of normality stopped. They were like those of a snake, as if someone had taken the palest blue imaginable and then added white. I glanced back up at him. He was looking away somewhat. Then he spoke.
"I'm sorry for frightening you," he said, his deep voice so full of pain and emotion that I almost wanted to cry. "I merely wished to tell you that it was dangerous in this area at night." I looked at him for a moment more, I couldn't help myself, I jsut had to, and then I smiled. He looked at me with surprise.
"Thank you," I said, trying to fill my own voice with peace, trying to invoke the very spirit of it and wash it over him, to make everything ok. Then he smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I opened my mouth to ask his name but he was already walking away and dissapearing into the darkness of the trees. I climbed the hill back to my car.
I started up the engine again, tears streaming down my face, and I did not know why. I could hear a faint sad love song played on some distant koto, I almost closed my eyes and then I remembered that I was driving. I flipped on the radio as quickly as I could, and jerked the steering wheel back on course just before reaching a large bend in the road. I was back to normal now, no more strange feelings or tears. I could feel the loud heavy music washing around in my head, driving out all the pain, all the memories. Then the song changed to one of ours, and I started singing along.
It is, even now a faintly strange feeling to hear your own voice on the radio, to hear yourself singing and to be able to look at it from the audience's perspective. To hear the love, or the pain or the joy that the artist, yourself, put into the song. To always hear it as if it is the first time. Not everyone ever notices how music effects us all, it can make someone cry, or laugh, or even help someone to fall in love. It is perhaps one of the most powerful magicks that there is.
I pulled up to the alley way where the other band members were waiting, with scowls upon their faces. I ran over to them, ignoring the frowns and gave them each a hug. Starting with Ryuuko my cousin, who is like a little sister to me, we've shared alot of pain together. Then Ririka, with her short white hair and blue-green eyes we could almost be twins. Then Kazeko, her long beautifuly pitch black hair waving in the strong wind. Then finally Magura, the smel of her leather jacket filling my nostrils. I stepped back and looked at them. They were all totally individual and different from anyone else. I am Reiini Jenevivu, the child of the sparks, because of that among other things, I was always hated at schoolm and anywhere else I have been. Together with my four friends we are not alone anymore, sure we have all had had our share of pain and happyness, but then again everyone must feel pain to truely be alive. We walked Through the door of Apocalypse, and out of our pain. We had shed our old tarnished skins and replaced them with something clean, sweet and deadly. Now we were Mayonaka.