You Are the Moon

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms

Atop one of the buildings, a brown-haired man wearing a suit stood. Madness and blankness fluctuated within his teal irises as he looked upon the flames of war and strife within the land. The familiar feeling of pain welled up within him, pulsing as if urging him to join. Yet he remained standing there, in-between the flames and the dark sky, without any intention to move.

Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

He had a penchant for fighting, but he was not someone who killed on a whim. 

All those blood on his hands, all the corpses on the ground–to him, they were not trophies;; rather, they were the shackles that continue to hold him down, reminding him that his life was but an insignificant thing amidst the grandness of the world.

In the face of gods and destinies, he was but a tool to accomplish their wishes.

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier

His gaze then briefly brought him to catch a glimpse of his colleagues, all of them standing together in another idea. The Jepella Rebellion had been incited, and they were only there to witness the fulfillment of the script of Destiny’s Slave. Yet his lone figure contrasting their group made his back look lonelier than he would ever describe himself to be–a sight that made a certain Memokeeper’s fake heart throb in sadness.

“Yue,” the Memokeeper called out, materializing behind him, “I’m here.”

All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

Hearing this familiar voice, Yue’s lips curled into a smile. He looked over his shoulder, a teasing remark on the tip of his tongue, but felt himself freeze as he caught sight of his companion’s appearance.

Compared to her usual appearance after receiving a physical vessel, her hair was down and free as it is when she manifests in her real form. Hugging her body was a dark-blue dress suit and a pair of black pants. Her tail swayed behind her with every step she took towards him, adding a touch of cuteness to her overall look. 

“Well, someone looks pretty,” he smiled in greeting, feeling his fingers itch from the urge of wanting to pinch her furry little ears, “You’re late, did you take extra care of preparing your appearance?”

“I’m not part of the script, so there was no point for me to be early,” she said, tone blank as ever, “And I’m not cold.”

“Just humor me, will you?” He asked with a laugh, making sure that his coat was snug around her shoulders.

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact

So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass

He turned back around, his gaze falling upon the flames once more; only this time, it was obvious that he was distracted. The sight of his companion’s appearance once again flashed in his mind, along with the way her gunmetal-colored hues lit up at the sound of his compliment. 

She was beautiful, and someone who was leagues better than himself; she was perfect in all the ways he could and could not think of, yet she thought of herself as defective. 

If he could, he wanted to show her how he saw her, just as how she constantly showed him that he was a lot better than he perceived himself to be.

“What are you thinking about?” 

A chuckle escaped Yue’s lips again, a stupid excuse coming into his mind. Still, the idea of it was rather interesting, and he wanted to see how his companion would react.

“I was thinking–” he turned around once more, “–that I want to dance with you amidst the music of destiny.”

“Will you give me this honor?”

“Music of destiny?” She repeated, furrowing her brows as only the sounds of fighting entered her ears. Still, she reached her hand out, letting the man pull her closer for a dance. 

On that rooftop, in-between the flames and the dark sky, the two of them danced and spun around, always maintaining contact with each other. There was no music other than the sounds of the ongoing rebellion, yet the two of them danced as if heartwarming melodies played just for them.

Though the flames continued to burn, the madness within Yue’s mind slowly calmed; peace and satisfaction flooded his system instead, painting a colorful memory for both him and the Memokeeper to look back into. 

And maybe when they do, maybe she will slowly start to realize that just as he was not the monster he thought himself to be, she was also not a defective creature as she made herself out to be.

I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise

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Omake

“They should just kiss already,” Mila sighed, gazing at the dancing pair from afar.

“Oh, but Little Moon is yet to confess to his guardian angel,” Kafka said with an amused smile, “It would take a while for that to happen.”

Mila shook her head, feeling defeated. Although she knew that it was none of her business, and that both Yue and Nix had a lot of things to consider before they made their relationship official; she couldn’t help but just want to push their heads together so they would kiss and put an end to their several years’ worth of unconfirmed relations.