old world blues. ( private flashback )
Nov 2, 2012 20:45:41 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Nov 2, 2012 20:45:41 GMT -8
A Kami no Shima Finale
That had been my first meeting with Blanche, and I remembered it hazily, like a hauntingly bitter-sweet dream on a mid-summer's night. It had all been so vivid in my mind's eye-- even the parts which had been told to me long ago, by the best friend I knew as Mal. The dialogue, the pain, the sights, the sounds... the emotions, played in near perfect detail. For a moment, I was lost within the glory of that old world once more. But only momentarily. All that had happened since then... all that I'd seen prior and subsequent to the 'Great Flash'... it came back to put me in my place-- the here, and the now.
Papers designated for the Raikage were strewn across the desk before me, sheets of rectangular white nearly obscuring the dark oak finish beneath. The room was filled with shadows. The large window that served as my office's northern wall offered a picturesque view of Kumogakure no Sato, sprawled out in all of its eminence, and only partially hidden by the mantle of clouds that drifted slightly below the tower's tallest floor. I leaned back into the comfort of my large leather chair, hands clasped with one another on my lap, a stern and nostalgic expression dominating my countenance.Blanche? ... Where are you now? I hope you're okay.
I considered, for the briefest of moments, looking for her. Using my vast resources as the Nidaime Raikage of Kumogakure no Sato to scour the lands in search of her. I'd lost so many friends, so many acquaintances, so many comrades from those tumultuous times... I refused to believe that I was the only one with a beating heart. I didn't want to believe that. Although I had my fair share of companions-- in the present of today-- those that I had met long before the 'Great Flash' held a special place in my heart. Having endured many of the same pains during the First World War, I felt as though we could understand each other far more than anyone else possibly could.
But, unfortunately... the odds of finding my comrades from yore alive was not in my favor. I knew, for a fact, that a majority of them had already perished. Many had fallen in battle. Others of illness. And some simply, and mysteriously, disappeared-- leaving no trace of them behind. And what of my squad, some may ask? Chaima, the amiable medic. Lucky, the smirking playboy. Hei, the capricious Bohemian. And Mal, the stern savant. What had become of them since then? My eyes darkened, the upper half of my countenance sinking into the cold shadow behind me, as I remembered:
