Story: Little Children Like Moths to a Flame 1/3
Title: Little Children Like Moths to a Flame
Author: kage_no_kodoku
Rating: R
Warnings: un-beta-ed, some mature concepts
Genre: AU, supernatural, drama, fluff (this never disappears, does it?)
Pairing: Nao x Saga
Prompt/s: "Fireworks Blooming" and "And finally, everything was quiet."
Summary: The smallest movements of lips. The slightest change in pace of breath. The tiniest quickenings of pulse. Every little synapse of the brain sends out a vibration, a ripple into the world that grows larger and larger until it could be heard. A noise not so white and not so pleasant that normality turns a deaf ear towards it. But you are not so normal; and from him, you learned the beauty of silence.
Disclaimer: I own no one. LJ cut taken from "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake.
Notes: written for aliceinfiction week 9 and tragic_ennui prompt 15.
***
Summer. The heat is intense during the day, but at night you find yourself hiding under the covers. Shadows dance against the wall and in the dead of night, you could hear them more clearly than before. The voices, they never stop. The pains that never were your own, they scar you over and over again. You scream beyond the limit of your little lungs, but would anyone take heed and listen?
No, no one would. They would never understand and you know it.
~*~
It was raining the day your parents sent you to the Institution. It was for your own good, they say, the people there were said to specialize in unique cases like yours. You dearly wanted to believe them despite knowing that what you have is not quite a disease. They were too old and too blind to believe a word you say, however, so you had no other choice.
Your steps made no sound as you went through the hallways, a pale hand against the whitewashed wall. On the other, you held your stuffed black dog by the paw. He would not leave your side even if you wanted him to. He says he doesn't want you to get lonely, and this place is certainly depressing.
You stopped when the rays of light hit your fair skin and the brightness made you squint. Not too much, though; the Sun-king wears a veil of white tinged with a little grey. When your pupils finally adjusted to the brilliance, a whirlwind of blossoms the color of sunset greeted you and you fell into awe. You didn't even realize that your grip on the dog slackened and he fell to the moist grass while you came close enough to rest your palm against the rough trunk of the fir tree.
"Why hello there." A congenial voice spoke all of the sudden that you almost jumped. A searching gaze casted through the whole yard, until your eyes zeroed in on the stuffed canine limp on the grass as he stares back at you with his shiny button eyes. Was it him?
"Silly, I'm up here."
You threw your head back to peer into the flowery mass above. Your eyes met with a pair of round obsidians that sparkled with the sun. It was a boy, roughly your age. His raven hair failed to blend with the orange as he casually watched you from his perch up the tree. Then he gave you a beam so dazzling that even his eyes chinked into two black lines on his face.
"Wanna come up here, or should I go down?"
Before you could even open your mouth to answer, he jumped off the branch and landed pefectly in front of you. He flashed triumphant pose and grin that completely baffled you.
Up close, you could more clearly see the eccentricities that speckled the boy: A coffee brown highlight on one side of his bangs, the rest of his hair kept black and spiked. A sakura pink shirt too large and untucked, sky blue shorts that came to his knees. His socks were mismatched and looked funny on his mustard yellow shoes.
You couldn't help thinking how mundane you seemed as you looked down on your plain white shirt and grey sweats.
"You're the new kid, right? What's your name?"
You answered him, you were quite certain you did. You felt your lips forming the words as surely as you felt the wind blowing on your face, but the rustling of leaves was the only sound that passed between you and the boy. Immediately, you clutched your throat and wondered what in the world went wrong. Confused, you glared at the boy for an explanation. He merely kept his smile, although there was a peculiar shine in his eyes.
"Not that one." He shook his head, his two-tone bangs swaying with the movement. "They took that away already. Tell me the new one they gave you."
"S-Saga." You studied the grass crushed under your sneakers. It was a name that still left an odd taste on your tongue. "'Sa' as sand, 'ga' as ego."
"It has kanji in it? Cool!" You gaped at his reaction, but he just continued on. "I'm Nao. Just N-A-O, Nao."
He offered his hand for a shake. It had some brown smudges all over it, probably from when he climbed up the tree. You let your hand hang on the air for a while in caution and hesitation. You expected him to just grab it without waiting for you, but he didn't until you ventured enough for your palms to touch.
For a moment, your existence seemed less chaotic.
"That wasn't so bad, ne?"
-->continuation
***
Random End Notes: Lately, I've been spending much of my time in the hospital, helping in watching over my ailing grandmother...
Author: kage_no_kodoku
Rating: R
Warnings: un-beta-ed, some mature concepts
Genre: AU, supernatural, drama, fluff (this never disappears, does it?)
Pairing: Nao x Saga
Prompt/s: "Fireworks Blooming" and "And finally, everything was quiet."
Summary: The smallest movements of lips. The slightest change in pace of breath. The tiniest quickenings of pulse. Every little synapse of the brain sends out a vibration, a ripple into the world that grows larger and larger until it could be heard. A noise not so white and not so pleasant that normality turns a deaf ear towards it. But you are not so normal; and from him, you learned the beauty of silence.
Disclaimer: I own no one. LJ cut taken from "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake.
Notes: written for aliceinfiction week 9 and tragic_ennui prompt 15.
***
Summer. The heat is intense during the day, but at night you find yourself hiding under the covers. Shadows dance against the wall and in the dead of night, you could hear them more clearly than before. The voices, they never stop. The pains that never were your own, they scar you over and over again. You scream beyond the limit of your little lungs, but would anyone take heed and listen?
No, no one would. They would never understand and you know it.
~*~
It was raining the day your parents sent you to the Institution. It was for your own good, they say, the people there were said to specialize in unique cases like yours. You dearly wanted to believe them despite knowing that what you have is not quite a disease. They were too old and too blind to believe a word you say, however, so you had no other choice.
Your steps made no sound as you went through the hallways, a pale hand against the whitewashed wall. On the other, you held your stuffed black dog by the paw. He would not leave your side even if you wanted him to. He says he doesn't want you to get lonely, and this place is certainly depressing.
You stopped when the rays of light hit your fair skin and the brightness made you squint. Not too much, though; the Sun-king wears a veil of white tinged with a little grey. When your pupils finally adjusted to the brilliance, a whirlwind of blossoms the color of sunset greeted you and you fell into awe. You didn't even realize that your grip on the dog slackened and he fell to the moist grass while you came close enough to rest your palm against the rough trunk of the fir tree.
"Why hello there." A congenial voice spoke all of the sudden that you almost jumped. A searching gaze casted through the whole yard, until your eyes zeroed in on the stuffed canine limp on the grass as he stares back at you with his shiny button eyes. Was it him?
"Silly, I'm up here."
You threw your head back to peer into the flowery mass above. Your eyes met with a pair of round obsidians that sparkled with the sun. It was a boy, roughly your age. His raven hair failed to blend with the orange as he casually watched you from his perch up the tree. Then he gave you a beam so dazzling that even his eyes chinked into two black lines on his face.
"Wanna come up here, or should I go down?"
Before you could even open your mouth to answer, he jumped off the branch and landed pefectly in front of you. He flashed triumphant pose and grin that completely baffled you.
Up close, you could more clearly see the eccentricities that speckled the boy: A coffee brown highlight on one side of his bangs, the rest of his hair kept black and spiked. A sakura pink shirt too large and untucked, sky blue shorts that came to his knees. His socks were mismatched and looked funny on his mustard yellow shoes.
You couldn't help thinking how mundane you seemed as you looked down on your plain white shirt and grey sweats.
"You're the new kid, right? What's your name?"
You answered him, you were quite certain you did. You felt your lips forming the words as surely as you felt the wind blowing on your face, but the rustling of leaves was the only sound that passed between you and the boy. Immediately, you clutched your throat and wondered what in the world went wrong. Confused, you glared at the boy for an explanation. He merely kept his smile, although there was a peculiar shine in his eyes.
"Not that one." He shook his head, his two-tone bangs swaying with the movement. "They took that away already. Tell me the new one they gave you."
"S-Saga." You studied the grass crushed under your sneakers. It was a name that still left an odd taste on your tongue. "'Sa' as sand, 'ga' as ego."
"It has kanji in it? Cool!" You gaped at his reaction, but he just continued on. "I'm Nao. Just N-A-O, Nao."
He offered his hand for a shake. It had some brown smudges all over it, probably from when he climbed up the tree. You let your hand hang on the air for a while in caution and hesitation. You expected him to just grab it without waiting for you, but he didn't until you ventured enough for your palms to touch.
For a moment, your existence seemed less chaotic.
"That wasn't so bad, ne?"
-->continuation
***
Random End Notes: Lately, I've been spending much of my time in the hospital, helping in watching over my ailing grandmother...