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Writer Lover Loser[12.12.99] » by Nik
That time you and I met-- that time you stalked us and followed our every move-- greedy, thoughtless, reporter Words slung from your cherry mouth with defiance-- you made me forget my cause my loneliness my solitude my heart my love Chisato Noel threw the notebook down--rambling on about her would do him no good. It had been a solid year since he'd seen the brisk journalist. Why hadn't he told her back then? Chisato, who had approached him that night at L'Aqua, who had told him she cared only for him-- Noel would admit, his nights, his days, his life--they were blurred since then. She'd left him trapped in smoked glass--or was it he who left her shattered? The notebook--it wasn't enough anymore. Paper and ink were no suitable medium for his fall. He'd been thoughtless-- careless-- selfish Chisato had been lovely--white curves in crisp, navy linen; silken scarlet tresses sliced against cool ivory oval--her eyes were cold, cold blue but her smile was summer sunshine. "Where are you, Chisa?" Central City. Noel left his frozen home for the one who had plagued his every thought. The journey wasn't long--his befriended Synard brought him anywhere he wanted to go--and it seemed to understand the urgency of his situation. Onec there, he headed straight for the Press building. The whole city reminded him of a cast iron lock-box, he hated it, but he had to stay inside long enough for the treasure. Chisato was easily found--she stood gracing huge, mechanical typesetters, her delicate shape slightly bent toward the paper she was holding. Dark lashes lost over still-wet text, one long-fingered hand poised on the swell of her hip-- Noel took a deep breath, stepped forward, and grazed his lips against her warm cheek. She jumped, dropped her paper, never was one for precognition Noel kept close, waiting for something positive. "Noel! Wh-what are you doing here?" She stammered, hot tint flushing her lightly-freckled cheeks. "I...changed my mind." He explained, black eyes locking onto hers. "Changed?" She was so surprised. "I recognized my heart, Chisato..." he clairified, voice dropping as it softened, his lips moving in on her ear. She closed her eyes and gripped his arm with both hands. "I'm bringing you home now." Noel finished, brushing his tongue lightly against her earlobe. Chisato was trembling now--Noel knew how his assertation had struck her. He knew that something real could never be too late. End |
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