Author: Chauni

Website: oocities.com/asukalangley2^nd/

Notes: This is my first original fic in so long, and it actually frightens me a little to be working on such a project. Yes, I have used the name of Solo inside, but this is not the same Solo from the Gundam series; this is my own personal muse and demon, wrapped into one vinyl package. There shall be some yaoi subtexts later, but not just yet, and I’m still unaware between who.

Walking through alleys consumed in cheap vacancy lights and neon breaths, he drove stubborn hands down into depths of denim-stitched pockets. Catcalls and narcotic whispers filled the fog-thick air, suffocating hope and all sense of innocence in a realm full of bittersweet lulls of despair. Lost in a maze of concrete and slow death, he turned down one corner, ignoring the state of affairs and locking himself down into one deepened shadow of his own ideas and problems.

The imprint of darkness in the night halted his steps, catching his gaze and driving him back to reality as eyes crept up along ancient stones, littered with rainbowed glass. Large wooden doors graced with wrought iron handles pleaded to be touched, to be used, as crosses held refuge above, crying out for the evils of everyday troubles to keep away.

Turning his head, he passed the sanctuary by and continued down the littered sidewalk, kicking some battered aluminum can as he moved. The gentle touch of the wind kept the dangling, unruly bangs from his face, giving him just a bit of an advantage as he watched his feet connect with the game he had began with the metal trash, dispassionately eyeing it as it skittered down the street. Shrugging down deeper in the nylon depths of his spring jacket, his small nose wrinkled gently before striking the can once more.

Idiots, all of them. Assholes and careless, they were only ignorant fools caught up in their bliss, selfish in their absorbing little worlds. They enraged him with their thoughtless actions, with their stinging words and vile temperaments, with their seedy love affairs and dramatic "epic" stories.

Not that he hated them; that was hardly the case at all. Only the things that were loved the most would anger someone to such a degree. But either way, it burned, blazed like an inferno to watch the unnatural decay of a creature that could mock such beauty and elegance.

"You're nothing but some fucking short-shit little twerp."

To them, perhaps. If they had only looked outside the conventional bonds of mortal relations, they could have seen the aura, then strength of a higher being. But they had been blind, blinded by their foolish shelters.

They made him kill them, really.

"That's the guy! Right there!"

Lips parted gently, a small sigh bursting out past pliable lips, before turning around to see the two uniformed officers staring back at him with wide-eyed expressions, almost slack jawed. The disbelief ran rampant in their eyes, one set green, one set brown, and claimed that such a small boy could hardly have just induced the massacre that was brought on a few miles back.

The blonde head tilted gently, off to the right as if hearing something on a frequency that no one else could receive. The lashes dipped down halfway, long and buttery, so feminine, so delicate, while the jade eyes stared blankly at the men down a hundred feet from him, hands a few inches above unlocked holsters and hats that covered most of their eyes.

The voices spoke in his head, the ones that told him he couldn't be bothered with such insignificance, with such little items as these close-minded lives, people who never really cherished what was around them or truly breathed a living day in their meaningless existence. Of course, reason tried to make some sort of contribution, but it was bowled over by the less civil orders that erupted through semi-conscious thought.

Everything moved as if caught in some salt-water tank, sluggish for convenience. The small frame slowly encased itself in a warm violet aura, one that began at the sneakered feet and moved up the loose indigo denim and too-large t-shirt with the black coat. The golden tresses waved gently in the foggy wind, even as the skilled hands of the police officers drove for their weapons, even as the darkened radiance gathered together in front of him and drove forward like a moonlit ocean wave. It sliced through the two figures, even as they fell back screaming curses and names, screaming to God and His Son. Incandescence forked before both figures, crashing into thick chests, cutting though Kevlar vests and blue pressed uniforms adorned with metal, slicing through the delicate flesh and brittle bone beneath. Crimson droplets littered star-crossed skyline, lingering for a moment as if suspended in some artists painting, before slamming down onto the still bodies that had been felled.

The young blonde's face twisted for a moment, not close to being a man, yet no child either. One small hand reached up to massage the bridge of his pert nose, while violent voices subsided to the whispers of finding one person, one solitary figure in a cornfield of humanity. Foolish quest.

He winced again as he turned to leave, clutching his back while a few feathers leaked from underneath his jacket and fluttered, scarlet and damp, to the cold cement. Damn, it hurt, killed, to be slowly destroying yourself, to be flipping through your chances like cards in a child’s game of War! He had to find this other person, had to find the only redeemer to this slowly forsaken one, before he'd kill himself off in the flurry of destruction he was leaving at every turn.

There was no turning back now. He was going all the damn way.

To be continued….