Fan Fiction ❯ Maho Tenshi ❯ Stars in the Memory ( Chapter 6 )

(Okay, this chater takes place about 6 months after the dance, meaing that its been 7 months since Aaruko met Ronai on the train. Its the end of the summer and a few more cities have been destroyed. The next Term is about to start at the school, and the rest is self explainitory or explained well enough. And Thanks again to my reviewers and to Peaches ^^)

Chapter six- Stars in the Memory

Silence. He had been use to it for close to a year, but after the past seven moths, he was dissapointed to find out that he no longer liked the sound of silence as much as he use to. When he'd learned that only ten or twenty students stayed at the schoold during the break between terms, and that Ronai wasn't one of them, he'd been glad. No annoying wake up calls, nick names, or goofy grins and sick jokes. Even Chikara would be happily not missed. She wasn't as loud or annoying as Ronai, but she was annoying in her own way.

But good things never last to long, and after about a week, he'd grown to actually start to miss the pair. He blamed it on boredom at first. Training and so foruth was only so entertaining for so long, and he really had nothing next to it to do. Now, three weeks after the break had started and two days before it finished, he found himself impateintly waiting for either of his compainion's return.

A sigh rushed out of his lips as he leaned against the glass door leading out onto the balcony of the empty ball room. He had found that he enjoyed staring out across the Evena Plains at night ever since the Draygoone Day dance, and had come out there to do so to get some of his boredom and the looming feeling of disaster that had also been following him around since the day that the first city had gone up in smoke and lights. For some reason, though, it wasn't helping him any today.

Giving the empty plains a final look, he turned around and slid open the glass doors, stepping into the large room use for parties and so fourth, tossing the silverish-blue sash he was using as a scraf against the chill of the late summer night air over one shoulder, he started off for his room. No point in staying out on the balcony if it wasn't helping him with anything, especially when he could be somewhere else, sleeping.

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// Stars shined above two shadowy figures sitting on a cliff edge, one resting back on their elbow as their legs hung over the cliff side while the other sat cross legged, elbow resting on one knee and chin cupped by one palm. Both silently watched the stars above, to anyone below they would appear like statues or oddly shaped boulders looking over the canyon and the tiny town below.

Time passed and neither moved for a while next to the lifting of their chests as they breathed or the shifting of their hair in the night breeze. Finally, the one sitting indian style shifts and looks over at the other figure, eyes pericing the night with a brownish purple glow.

"You're going to kill him tonight." No question, just firmly said facts said in as calm a tone as if the topic was of the weather and not murder.

One shoulder is rolled and a small nod is given in response from the other sitter. "No use waiting for much longer, and I'm getting bored of this place." No remorse, just facts again.

Small tilt to the head, brown-purple eyes filled with hidden and unsaid questions. "You can see the stars from here" What ever had been running through their mind, they didn't say, instead chose an off topic remark. "Couldn't see the stars in the last few places."

A soft bitter laugh pulled its way past the other sitter's lips as they sat forward, hands folding on top of swinging legs. "You can see them better when someone is going to die." Red eyes looked over to muddy violet ones. "Its a fact."

"I didn't notice." More questions flickered through multi-colored eyes. "Not when I have killed. Why do you say that?" Voice still firm and calm, but now questioning aswell.

Red eyes shined as their owner looked up at the night sky. "Because its true, you know the myths, I told you the stories about Anceints." No emotion at all was present in the soft voice. "Everytime someone dies, Altron flies across the sky and puts their soul in the sky."

A small smile curved the first speakers lips as they shoved the other, almost pushing them forward off the cliff. "Guess he'll have a day off when you die, unless you recently aquired a soul without me knowing."

Red eyes flashed dangerously. "I don't need my own star half pint, everytime I kill someone, a star is born, its my job to fill the sky, why should I need to have my own up there with them all?" The question remained unanswerd as both slipped back into silence, watching the stars and town quietly once again.

Another while passed before the red eyed figure brushed their hands across their pants and stood up. Nodding to the still sitting form they turned on their heel and walked off to a metal door behind them in the cliff face. Whispered words floating over their shoulder to their compainon as they disappear through the door. "Will you make a star?"//

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Aaruko sat bolt up in his bed as sunlight started to filter in his room through the window above the bed. Eyes blinking in the early morning sunlight as his blurry half asleep mind grasped desperately at the images fluttering away from his mind and back into his subconsiousness. Growling he slammed his fists into the bed on either side of him and glared at the wall.

With a loud, half sigh half grunt, he flopped backwards onto the bed. "Fuck my memories, fuck my life and fuck everyone else while your at it" He hissed to nobody in particular. "And Gyrise bedamned, fuck the stupid person who didn't put curtains in this stupid room." He added, reaching out to his dresser to find something to throw at the window, somehow figuring braking it would help, but retracking the hand as he filt the sting of his ring and middle finger sliding across the cool metal of his sword. He had forgotten that he'd put the damn thing there last night.

Holding the hand to his chest as the fingers pulsed with mild pain, he sat up again. Looking over at the long smooth blade and worn handle of the sword, eyes lingering on the Mother-of Pearl stone sitting on the hilt top, happily shining in the morning light, he snorted. "So now your out to get me too?" He questioned the weapon, mentally tracing the sprill design, that he had guessed represented a tornadoe, that ran down the side of the blade, ending off in fancy lettering of his favorite Anceints name, Gyrise. "I can have you melted down into a coffee pot you know." He added, absently wondering if he was going crazy, talking to a weapon.

Shaking his head at himself he slipped out of bed and stretched, injured fingers becoming forgotten as they have already, non to surpriseingly to him since he had long become costom to it, started to heal themselves. Rolling his head in order to crack his neck he settled his gaze on the blade yet again, noticing the small drop of blood running at a leasurly slow pace down the ingraved tornadoe pattern for the first time. "Oh, so now you tell me, thats why your being pissy is it?" He says under his breath, as if the 41/2 foot blade could understand him and reply.

Thinking he was becoming so bored that he was turning schitzopherenic, he went over to the bathroom attached to his bedroom and grabbed a cloth. Wetting it down in the bathroom sink he walked back out into his room and over to the dresser to wipe of the blade. "There, happy now you peice of Dragons Steal?" He murmured before relising what he'd said. Since when had he rememberd that the blade was made of dragons steal? He knew, now that he'd said it, that it was true. And looking at the blade, actually giving it a good judging look, he noticed that he could actually pick up the slight blue tint to the metal that proved the blades type farther.

"Well I'll be damned." He snorted, shaking his head. Looking up at the ceiling of his room he frowned. "Are you having fun up there Altron?" He questioned the Ancient of all anceints. "I hope you are because I ain't" He added, looking back down at his weapon. Dropping the cloth on top of the sword, he shook his head one last time and started to get dressed for the day.

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Well, more insight to the imfamous Aaruko, and a bit of info on his sword, which is an important part to the story so don't think of it as pointless rambling. Some more stuff for you to think on and setting of the stage for a big metting that will take place in a few more chappies ^^.