Post by grasshop on Aug 18, 2006 3:28:49 GMT -5
Sorry for the delay....my computer is still going crazy...I'm trying to get it all checked out tommorrow -____-' Um..here it is! What you guys requested XD Man, with this part added to the fic, I seem to like it a bit more, and the story line has fleshed out considerably...I may take a liking to this SR fic after all XD
okies....enough useless chat, more of good ol' Silver Lit sweetness XDXDXDXDXDDDD
Part 3: Deep Seeded
One of the spying buzz bits whizzed past Aqune’s ear as the overgrown grasshopper lead her through the exit of the fortress and into the walkway near the gardens. It let out a chipper “Chu chu!” Aqune smiled warmly as it went about it’s business, offering a half wave of one hand. ‘I wonder…could something be up…? It seemed as if it were….in a hurry….’ Her thoughts were interrupted by Grasshop’s loud exclamation.
“HOW PERFECT!” The purple-haired warrior whipped her head up with a small gasp of surprise. Grasshop pointed ahead, where Aqune could see Invectid spy, Dungobeet, rolling in their direction on his ball-shaped transport. “Just the person I was hoping to see.” Grasshop went on, turning around to face the startled human. His arms folded across his chest…Aqune couldn’t help but to notice how thin and curvaceous they seemed…the hard outer skeleton’s blue hue seeming like a liquid metal in the direct sunlight. At the point they were standing, the white hot lit him from almost directly atop, causing the deep shadows to darken under his chin…making it easy to notice how the chords strung together his neck. The little light beams trickled down the coveted form, flitting on the narrowed waist, the protruding hips, kneecaps that looked like precious stones, calves so sculpted it made one want to run their fingers at the hind of them.
Pink splashed the pale face as Aqune looked her fill again, unawares of her surroundings. She only snapped back when she heard her name being said over and over again...at first just an imaginary rhythm, then plunging her into the realization that someone was calling her. She batted her eyes upwards to Grasshop’s face. He stared at her quizzically. “Aqune!?” She made a small noise to indicate she was listening. Grasshop thingyed his head, the muscles that made up the masculine neck creaking…”Is there something wrong with the way I look or is it that I’m just that handsome, hm?” She could feel his smile…she didn’t even have to look. Fortunately for her sake, Dungobeet was upon them.
The blue grasshopper leaned forward and whispered something into the ear of the other insect, who nodded in agreement with whatever had been said. After a few more hushed words and a few more nods, Grasshop waved Dungobeet on and his arms immediately formed back into a crossed position. Aqune’s eyes followed the other invectid with something near to concern…until she felt the touch of a hand on her bare shoulder. “Well, how about that walk now?” Feeling powerless to answer in the negative, even if she did want to go and investigate what was going on…the girl nodded with a straight face, grabbed Grasshop’s hand, and let him lead her to the scenic greenery.
“Yes, great Mantid. I am dreadfully sorry for the delay this morning, sire. Beerain…”
“Quiet!”
Buguese’s body jerked into a state of rigidness, his mouth falling open as he stared at the Invectid King before him. Mantid wasn’t in the mood for lengthy explanations today, obviously. The great Lord seemed irritable, and Buguese could certainly understand why. Taking the reprimand seriously, the silver-haired general fell silent. Mantid went on, “I’d have you go to the Hill of Champions alone, but as a safety precaution I am instructing you to take Beerain along. She would prove…useful…”
“As you wish, a great Mantid.” Buguese bowed low to the ground, picked himself up, and slowly left Mantid alone in the master chambers. His mind whirred. ‘Beerain? ..of all people….Why her? Aqune would be a much better….no!’ Buguese literally stopped his crawling pace to eject the thoughts from his head. There could be no disputing Mantid’s wisdom…If the Lord wanted Beerain along, then Beerain it would be. No questions asked.
Taking a deep breath, so deep it caused a sharp pain to prick his chest, Buguese continued on. The hallway was dark and damp, the heat from the outside screening into the black building and raising sweat on the Invectid’s skin.
“Chu chu CHUCHUCHUUUU!”
“….hm?” The little yellow mite spun about his head, begging for attention. Buguese turned his hidden eyes to it. “What is it now?” In only a matter of seconds, the cold, empty space of hallway was gone, and a red-tinted picture flashed before Buguese’s face, throwing moving patterns of darks and lights across his features. His mouth tightened considerably. “So, the Spider Riders are expecting us, hm? …” he chuckled as the buzz bit shut off the dancing images and hovered about. “Hunter Steele. I have…a been waiting a long time…for this…”
Buguese’s proceeding laughter echoed down the chasms, the reverberations following him like a pack of hungry dogs begging at a rich man’s heels.
“Oh how absolutely relaxing! You can’t get any better than this!….mmmm,can you Aqune?” Grasshop joyously slapped at a stray tree branch that dangled over the path they were walking. The smoothe stones under their feet were speckled by a patchwork of highlights and shadowing. Aqune nodded fiercy at Grasshop’s question, agreeing with him, though she didn’t speak.
Grasshop shrugged, looking ahead at where the next cluster of paths would cross…half concentrated on deciding which one to take. He was used to Aqune’s reticence, for he had scarcely ever heard her speak a word outside of the ritualistic chanting she so loved. Yet…all the same…it was strange to him how one could be content in so much silence. It seemed that the quiet would eventually choke out sanity, and leave a hollow shell….
The grasshopper had watched Aqune many times before, unbeknownst to her or Buguese…her bothersome stalker. It was times when he’d sit among the corners of the rooms she visited, watching her, that he was most…at peace. Something about her…her soft face, her kind eyes, her voice that dripped the sound of soothing water…something comforted him. It was on one of these days, when he sat and stared at her…that he decided that he would take her to the gardens to tell her. To tell her…’To tell her that what?’ Soon he was drowning in thought, and passed up the opportunity to willfully choose the next path, his feet carrying him on in auto pilot. He could not even feel the ground as he moved across it. ‘To tell her that she makes me feel…that she makes me feel…’
Aqune had stopped. He kept going on until he noticed that her smaller shadow no longer covered him. He truned around and saw her, standing still like an ivory statue, facing a wild rosebush. Backtracking, he walked a few paces, but stopped still quite a ways away from her. Her eyes never left the thicket, and finally she moved, a slight raising of the arm…Grasshop’s eyes widened… Aqune tenderly cradled a dark rose in her palm. ‘Oh…Aqune…’ He wanted to move forward, but stopped himself…
The purple-haired human fingered the soft, delicate petals, feeling the grooves and ridges it possessed. Her lips parted as she stared at the colour, nostrils filled with the sweet fragrance of new blooms. An overwhelming rush of emotion flooded into her soul…and she clearly heard a song…the words so woven with fresh tears that it almost made her weep with pity and sadness and things that could be but never would be…
“Smiling a silver
Thinking of silver…
A silver path where passions shine…
A heaven’s sky, no thorn or vine…”
A prick of pain made her jump back. When the fuzziness faded from her eyes, she brought her hand up to her face, noticing that he middle finger was producing a small dot of crimson. Tears from the small shock welled in her eyes, and the vision misted over for a moment.
“You hurt yourself…” Grasshop stated the obvious, taking Aqune gingerly in his arms. She was still recovering from the slight scare, her heart skipping a few beats as she calmed herself. His tiny hand covered hers, then turned it over…yellow eyes examined the small wound. The bulb of dark blood still sat atop the fingertip. Grasshop quickly brushed it aside with one of his own fingers, then drew Aqune into his embrace even more.
“Grasshop…” Aqune said his name, though she didn’t exactly know why. She had nothing to say or ask…They stood there for moments, still, letting the scene linger before they had to break the strange magic.
Buguese watched them through the green entanglements, his heart sinking yet lit afire at the same time. He had been singing before Aqune had accidentally hurt herself…and the song had made everything go away for a mere second before the picture was before him. It was not a fairy tale…It was a lie, and a horrible one. The pale blue lips trembled a bit as he watched the two forms melt together and compliment the scenic environment…hands unconsciously clenched into fists, loosened, tightened up again, over and over again…
The same buzz bit had followed him…throughout the fortress and out onto the main square before the garden gates, where he had seen them enter…she had followed Aqune’s movements with careful eyes…not once did she notice the figure lurking behind the green …
“There is a thorn….” He watched as she pulled away from Grasshop, and he crouched a bit lower, to watch and to listen….”There is a thorn in here.”
Grasshop bent over, studying the finger closely as Aqune held it out to him. He took her by the wrist in one hand, the other working to expel the intruding piece. After a minute Buguese heard. “If there is a thorn, then pluck it out.”
“Thanks…” came the soft reply as Grasshop successfully removed the small threat. Aqune smiled warmly…and then came the pricks…horrible pricks as she leaned into the insect and hugged him shyly, more pricks as he laughed, more as she laughed quietly along…..more and more pricks as she took his hand and they disappeared down the path again….
So many pricks…
Buguese didn’t follow…he stood, hand swatting at the little winged fly in frustration and in hurt. So many, many pricks…too many…
Walking back the way he came, he sang the lines again.
“ A silver path where passions shine…
A heaven’s sky…no thorn or vine….”
His heart beat painfully, and a thousand more stings inflicted it, as if a wild thorn bush grew within his chest cavity. Buguese’s eyes moistened and he didn’t even hear himself say the next few words, his mind absorbed with anger and a growing hatred for something he could not explain. He didn’t hear how cold the words sounded, even though the sun warmed the outside…
His mouth moved. His lips tightened….but his ears did not hear….
“If there is a thorn, then pluck it out.” A cold, almost sinister smile formed on the thin face. The next line however, was only a breathless whisper, and Buguese, drowning in the cavity of his mind, placed a hand on his chest.
“There is a thorn in here.”
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Comments? xp C'mon I know you have 'em!
And the story plot becomes even more predictable....
-_______________________-'
Meh....
okies....enough useless chat, more of good ol' Silver Lit sweetness XDXDXDXDXDDDD
Part 3: Deep Seeded
One of the spying buzz bits whizzed past Aqune’s ear as the overgrown grasshopper lead her through the exit of the fortress and into the walkway near the gardens. It let out a chipper “Chu chu!” Aqune smiled warmly as it went about it’s business, offering a half wave of one hand. ‘I wonder…could something be up…? It seemed as if it were….in a hurry….’ Her thoughts were interrupted by Grasshop’s loud exclamation.
“HOW PERFECT!” The purple-haired warrior whipped her head up with a small gasp of surprise. Grasshop pointed ahead, where Aqune could see Invectid spy, Dungobeet, rolling in their direction on his ball-shaped transport. “Just the person I was hoping to see.” Grasshop went on, turning around to face the startled human. His arms folded across his chest…Aqune couldn’t help but to notice how thin and curvaceous they seemed…the hard outer skeleton’s blue hue seeming like a liquid metal in the direct sunlight. At the point they were standing, the white hot lit him from almost directly atop, causing the deep shadows to darken under his chin…making it easy to notice how the chords strung together his neck. The little light beams trickled down the coveted form, flitting on the narrowed waist, the protruding hips, kneecaps that looked like precious stones, calves so sculpted it made one want to run their fingers at the hind of them.
Pink splashed the pale face as Aqune looked her fill again, unawares of her surroundings. She only snapped back when she heard her name being said over and over again...at first just an imaginary rhythm, then plunging her into the realization that someone was calling her. She batted her eyes upwards to Grasshop’s face. He stared at her quizzically. “Aqune!?” She made a small noise to indicate she was listening. Grasshop thingyed his head, the muscles that made up the masculine neck creaking…”Is there something wrong with the way I look or is it that I’m just that handsome, hm?” She could feel his smile…she didn’t even have to look. Fortunately for her sake, Dungobeet was upon them.
The blue grasshopper leaned forward and whispered something into the ear of the other insect, who nodded in agreement with whatever had been said. After a few more hushed words and a few more nods, Grasshop waved Dungobeet on and his arms immediately formed back into a crossed position. Aqune’s eyes followed the other invectid with something near to concern…until she felt the touch of a hand on her bare shoulder. “Well, how about that walk now?” Feeling powerless to answer in the negative, even if she did want to go and investigate what was going on…the girl nodded with a straight face, grabbed Grasshop’s hand, and let him lead her to the scenic greenery.
“Yes, great Mantid. I am dreadfully sorry for the delay this morning, sire. Beerain…”
“Quiet!”
Buguese’s body jerked into a state of rigidness, his mouth falling open as he stared at the Invectid King before him. Mantid wasn’t in the mood for lengthy explanations today, obviously. The great Lord seemed irritable, and Buguese could certainly understand why. Taking the reprimand seriously, the silver-haired general fell silent. Mantid went on, “I’d have you go to the Hill of Champions alone, but as a safety precaution I am instructing you to take Beerain along. She would prove…useful…”
“As you wish, a great Mantid.” Buguese bowed low to the ground, picked himself up, and slowly left Mantid alone in the master chambers. His mind whirred. ‘Beerain? ..of all people….Why her? Aqune would be a much better….no!’ Buguese literally stopped his crawling pace to eject the thoughts from his head. There could be no disputing Mantid’s wisdom…If the Lord wanted Beerain along, then Beerain it would be. No questions asked.
Taking a deep breath, so deep it caused a sharp pain to prick his chest, Buguese continued on. The hallway was dark and damp, the heat from the outside screening into the black building and raising sweat on the Invectid’s skin.
“Chu chu CHUCHUCHUUUU!”
“….hm?” The little yellow mite spun about his head, begging for attention. Buguese turned his hidden eyes to it. “What is it now?” In only a matter of seconds, the cold, empty space of hallway was gone, and a red-tinted picture flashed before Buguese’s face, throwing moving patterns of darks and lights across his features. His mouth tightened considerably. “So, the Spider Riders are expecting us, hm? …” he chuckled as the buzz bit shut off the dancing images and hovered about. “Hunter Steele. I have…a been waiting a long time…for this…”
Buguese’s proceeding laughter echoed down the chasms, the reverberations following him like a pack of hungry dogs begging at a rich man’s heels.
“Oh how absolutely relaxing! You can’t get any better than this!….mmmm,can you Aqune?” Grasshop joyously slapped at a stray tree branch that dangled over the path they were walking. The smoothe stones under their feet were speckled by a patchwork of highlights and shadowing. Aqune nodded fiercy at Grasshop’s question, agreeing with him, though she didn’t speak.
Grasshop shrugged, looking ahead at where the next cluster of paths would cross…half concentrated on deciding which one to take. He was used to Aqune’s reticence, for he had scarcely ever heard her speak a word outside of the ritualistic chanting she so loved. Yet…all the same…it was strange to him how one could be content in so much silence. It seemed that the quiet would eventually choke out sanity, and leave a hollow shell….
The grasshopper had watched Aqune many times before, unbeknownst to her or Buguese…her bothersome stalker. It was times when he’d sit among the corners of the rooms she visited, watching her, that he was most…at peace. Something about her…her soft face, her kind eyes, her voice that dripped the sound of soothing water…something comforted him. It was on one of these days, when he sat and stared at her…that he decided that he would take her to the gardens to tell her. To tell her…’To tell her that what?’ Soon he was drowning in thought, and passed up the opportunity to willfully choose the next path, his feet carrying him on in auto pilot. He could not even feel the ground as he moved across it. ‘To tell her that she makes me feel…that she makes me feel…’
Aqune had stopped. He kept going on until he noticed that her smaller shadow no longer covered him. He truned around and saw her, standing still like an ivory statue, facing a wild rosebush. Backtracking, he walked a few paces, but stopped still quite a ways away from her. Her eyes never left the thicket, and finally she moved, a slight raising of the arm…Grasshop’s eyes widened… Aqune tenderly cradled a dark rose in her palm. ‘Oh…Aqune…’ He wanted to move forward, but stopped himself…
The purple-haired human fingered the soft, delicate petals, feeling the grooves and ridges it possessed. Her lips parted as she stared at the colour, nostrils filled with the sweet fragrance of new blooms. An overwhelming rush of emotion flooded into her soul…and she clearly heard a song…the words so woven with fresh tears that it almost made her weep with pity and sadness and things that could be but never would be…
“Smiling a silver
Thinking of silver…
A silver path where passions shine…
A heaven’s sky, no thorn or vine…”
A prick of pain made her jump back. When the fuzziness faded from her eyes, she brought her hand up to her face, noticing that he middle finger was producing a small dot of crimson. Tears from the small shock welled in her eyes, and the vision misted over for a moment.
“You hurt yourself…” Grasshop stated the obvious, taking Aqune gingerly in his arms. She was still recovering from the slight scare, her heart skipping a few beats as she calmed herself. His tiny hand covered hers, then turned it over…yellow eyes examined the small wound. The bulb of dark blood still sat atop the fingertip. Grasshop quickly brushed it aside with one of his own fingers, then drew Aqune into his embrace even more.
“Grasshop…” Aqune said his name, though she didn’t exactly know why. She had nothing to say or ask…They stood there for moments, still, letting the scene linger before they had to break the strange magic.
Buguese watched them through the green entanglements, his heart sinking yet lit afire at the same time. He had been singing before Aqune had accidentally hurt herself…and the song had made everything go away for a mere second before the picture was before him. It was not a fairy tale…It was a lie, and a horrible one. The pale blue lips trembled a bit as he watched the two forms melt together and compliment the scenic environment…hands unconsciously clenched into fists, loosened, tightened up again, over and over again…
The same buzz bit had followed him…throughout the fortress and out onto the main square before the garden gates, where he had seen them enter…she had followed Aqune’s movements with careful eyes…not once did she notice the figure lurking behind the green …
“There is a thorn….” He watched as she pulled away from Grasshop, and he crouched a bit lower, to watch and to listen….”There is a thorn in here.”
Grasshop bent over, studying the finger closely as Aqune held it out to him. He took her by the wrist in one hand, the other working to expel the intruding piece. After a minute Buguese heard. “If there is a thorn, then pluck it out.”
“Thanks…” came the soft reply as Grasshop successfully removed the small threat. Aqune smiled warmly…and then came the pricks…horrible pricks as she leaned into the insect and hugged him shyly, more pricks as he laughed, more as she laughed quietly along…..more and more pricks as she took his hand and they disappeared down the path again….
So many pricks…
Buguese didn’t follow…he stood, hand swatting at the little winged fly in frustration and in hurt. So many, many pricks…too many…
Walking back the way he came, he sang the lines again.
“ A silver path where passions shine…
A heaven’s sky…no thorn or vine….”
His heart beat painfully, and a thousand more stings inflicted it, as if a wild thorn bush grew within his chest cavity. Buguese’s eyes moistened and he didn’t even hear himself say the next few words, his mind absorbed with anger and a growing hatred for something he could not explain. He didn’t hear how cold the words sounded, even though the sun warmed the outside…
His mouth moved. His lips tightened….but his ears did not hear….
“If there is a thorn, then pluck it out.” A cold, almost sinister smile formed on the thin face. The next line however, was only a breathless whisper, and Buguese, drowning in the cavity of his mind, placed a hand on his chest.
“There is a thorn in here.”
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Comments? xp C'mon I know you have 'em!
And the story plot becomes even more predictable....
-_______________________-'
Meh....