Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Remember Me ( Chapter 2 )

A single tear rolled down what might as well have been slightly curved marble. It had the same smooth, unmarked quality to it; the same otherworldly purity. As fine and delicate, pretty but strong; as cold and unfeeling as well. It just as well could have been made of stone.

 

It began it's journey from the corner of a hardened eye. Sorrow and despair gathered in the circular pool; the former was built of fresh grief and loss, but the latter had gathered together slowly for so long a time that it could no longer be precisely discerned. Perhaps it had begun long, long ago, when the owner had first been given what was, no doubt, the single worst and most useful piece of information that could be gained by said person. But it was there now, strong in its darkness as it brought a bronze glow to irises normally left to smolder in gold or amber.

 

After traveling across the rigid, tightly set marble it fell from a curving jaw line to fall steadily downward, pulled by gravity. It passed in front of the purest black for the longest time on its journey. It started with the high collar of a silken shirt, pulled up to hide a slim column of ivory neck with the exception of a small v in the front. The garment closed off where it met the junction between neck and shoulders, and then the droplet passed by a number of perfectly round buttons of pearl in both ebony and purest white.

 

Shortly after the thirteenth circlet had been passed, slender, long legs sheathed in more of the darkest of dark fabrics seemed to stretch on forever. The slacks were neatly creased, helped in their hold on a slim waist by a silver-buckled band of ebony. Hidden partially at least beneath the pants was a pair of sleek, shining black leather boots. Their intimidating forms rose to the knees of the one who wore them, softly folding over as they crossed onto the thighs. Of course, the majority of them was hidden by the slacks which pooled fabric around petite feet; merely the toes of incredibly soft hide were visible, contradicting their heavenly feel with their glossy sheen.

 

Finally, the smallest bit of water and salt touched upon a solid surface; a single, slender blade of grass. It was one of a million in a field that stretched out for miles, unmarred save for the occasional tree or shrub, including a blossoming sakura not so very far from where this particular piece of earth. The haven of nature was broken only by the single, newly arrived double tombstone that had only recently been placed into the soft, accepting earth by a single soul. It was truly made of marble this time, beautiful in it's off white, brown-streaked perfection that caused it to at least partially blend in with the surrounding field, only complimenting the beauty of the scene.

 

It was the only tear to fall from that particular person, standing so solemnly with his face that rivaled the marble beauty of the two headstones before him. Beside the one drop and the tear streak that it left to trail down the unnaturally beautiful face, there was next to nothing, not a shred of emotion showed in the frozen, doll-like perfection of that face. Only that single tear and the shadows of darkness that lurked in glowing, originally yellowed orbs gave away anything clearly, though the rigid overall position and incredible tension in lean muscles partially indicated that something was wrong here.

 

However, the same could not be said of his companion. A soft, steady rain was constantly fallen from a second pair of darkened eyes, unfailing in an utterly reliable rhythm. One at a time, first one side and then the other; it was perfectly predictable and not slightly disturbing to watch them falling. The ground greedily soaked up every drop of moisture given by these other orbs, and each tear on either side fell in the exact same path consistently and respectively. Therefore, one could not tell the number of how many had fallen, but the depth of sadness within the midnight tides of those irises assured anyone that a great number had fallen already.

 

And unlike the other, the face in which deep blue orbs were set clearly told of severe grief. Pain was written into every line on another ivory countenance, and there was an overall dejected slump present that betrayed the loss in an undeniable manner. He made it clear that he was not stone like his brother.

 

The two of them stood side by side, standing before the similarly side by side honorary pair of graves. They did not actually know for sure, but having been a good two and a half years since last contact…they thought that it would be respectful to at least put a mausoleum of they who had raised them. If their parents had been seen together, with their respective blood positions, they would immediately be rejected, and if they were in the right place, killed as well. Therefore it was reasonable and safe to assume that this was the reason why they had not seen them in so very long…

 

Remember me

For you I do

So watch the tears

Meant for you

Remember me

And please forgive

Ease my pain

Allow me to live

That's all I ask

All I need to be

So lift my burden

And set me free

 

Bastia closed his eyes, a soft sigh ending the private recital. He was tired, so tired. There was a translucent quality to his already pale skin, lending to him even more of a doll-like delicacy and fragility. Spidery blue veins traced upon his slender hands, and there was an overall unhealthy tone to his appearance, from the slight ridges of his ribs to the now nearly permanent shadows in the once vibrant eyes of golden amber. A deep, dark, more brown than bronze had taken over those long-bright orbs; the only slight remnant of the previous color was the same self-sufficient glow emanating from them. The same tiny spark of luminescence shone in a still gold-streaked mop of ragged ebony; except now, it was more of a mane that reached down to protruding shoulder blades in its messy waves.

 

A worried gaze immediately fastened itself on the gaunt form that was Bastia. It had been flickering back from tombstone to living dead for some time now, but the sigh contradicted the very core of the half-breed's nature so much that it merited more attention. Bastia…he was hardly recognizable now. Indomien himself had changed a bit, growing taller and having gained a pair of constant feline companions that impacted his image quite a bit. While before it might have been said that the only difference between the twins was the coloring of eyes and hair, now the very natures of their faces had changed; Bastia was closed off, a constant mask of icy marble on his pale, far too beautiful to be real face. Indomien retained the same combination of mischief and seriousness that sounded impossible to achieve but was always present on the features of a certain hybrid.

 

It had never really occurred to them exactly how shut off from the world they had been while growing up. They had received plenty of lessons from their parents, and most likely would not have been able to get a better education even if they wanted one, but they were still not quite ready for the sudden disappearance. Food and hunting had not been overly difficult for the pair who had been trained in weaponry since birth, but the incredible loneliness seemed to take its toll on the younger of two brothers.

 

At times, Indomien believed that they had been lied to from the beginning and Bastia was the older sibling. He was always there for Indomien to lean on, even when he needed a shoulder more than his brother. Bastia also towered above Indomien, holding five inches over Indomien's height of five foot seven, though his weight was equal to the more healthy brother.

 

Bastia…you care too much for me. Why do I get the feeling that that will be your demise? Indomien mused, as he watched his brother stand as though frozen in place, like one of the decorative statues that could be found in a normal graveyard. And suddenly another meaning for the thought suddenly hit him, strange and comforting at the same time: Bastia was his guardian angel. He had always been, was now, and would always be there to stand by his side, protecting him from harm. And Indomien now wondered why Bastia would choose this path; why would anyone want to give up their own safety, their own happiness, their own life for another?

 

Why do you care so much? It will kill you, in one way or another. Man was not meant to take the position of guardian angel; just because you are one impossibility doesn't mean that you can break all the rules. Bastia, let go. Now, while you still can.

 

Suddenly he realized that his own cerulean orbs had fallen out of focus and it was time for the changed shade of darkness belonging to Bastia to clasp onto him with worry and concern in their swirling depths. Indomien stared into the shadows for a moment longer, watching emotions dance on a microscopic stage deep within the lowest recesses of the luminescent pools. If you looked closely, you could see the tiniest inscription of Bastia's entire life written into his eyes, from sorrow to the few times when Bastia was actually happy. Not content, but blissfully happy.

 

Seeing as the constant staring caused Bastia to frown slightly, Indomien quickly shifted out of his Bastia-reading mode and smiled brightly at his younger brother. Or at least, he smiled somewhat brightly, since it is not wise to be overly cheerful at a funeral.

 

He was shocked to receive a somewhat tentative smile(by normal standards at least) in return on what he had, for the last two years until this point, believed was a face carved of ivory or stone or some other hard substance. So of course, on Bastia's pale countenance this was an incredibly radiant, fully bright grin in terms of his facial expressions. To continue on that particular train of thought, it would almost be frightening to see what a standard bursting-with-joy grin on Bastia's face would be compared to his “divide by at least 1000 in happy-ness” scale.

 

Silence stretched on, with neither willing to break it. There was a peaceful, unusually tranquil quality to it; for once, the air was not pregnant with the unspoken words that usually hung between them. For too long, Bastia thought, they had hid not only from the world, but from each other. And he wondered, whether his next plan would bring about the ends of them both.

 

It was always a possibility. But one has to take chances to get anywhere in the world, and it wouldn't be long before their names would be heard throughout the world for reasons both good and bad.

 

Smile at the moon, cry for the stars, and never let the moon see.