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Note From Author: Hehe, this one has a rather surprise ending which tends to confuzzle people somewhat. I hope you all understand it and like it. Don't flame me too bad!
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story belong to the wonderfully-wonderful Naoko Takeuchi and the names are by DiC; however, this story is completely mine.
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Midnight Tolls
Sometimes one will wish so much for what
she wants, but she shall never get, that a latent
wish is born. One which not even she knows
of, till, unlike the original wish, it comes true.
In the form of her love it comes, and then leaves
with her. Her screams echoing hollowly, like the
harsh tolling of Midnight.
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Part One - Midnight Visitor
She stepped slowly into the room, her long hair blowing into her face from the slight breeze coming from an opened window. She squinted her eyes as she looked around the darkened room. She took a silent step forward, not wanting to make a noise, not wanting anyone to know she was here. With delicate fingers she brushed her hair from her face and tucked it behind a petite ear.
If you had been there you'd been barely able to see her. Her dark clothes and hair blended into the darkness of the room and blackened skies. Only the slight glint of moonlight upon her ivory skin gave away her position.
She stealthily made her way deeper into the apartment, moving with the speed and grace of a trained fighter. She stopped outside of a door. Her heartbeat began to quicken as she became more and more excited. The tips of her fingers graced the doorknob as she took another look around the apartment to make sure no one was there.
It was handsomely decorated, the apartment, roses seemed to find themselves in almost any empty space and vacant vase. She knew this place by heart. She knew every way in and out. Every squeaky door and floor board. She knew everything about it, about him.
She had loved him since first she saw him, but she would never get his love in return. She couldn't even tell him of it. He already had someone. They loved eachother dearly and were destined to be together. It hurt everytime she saw them together. It hurt so much, like millions of knives stabbing into her heart and then being pulled out slowly, one by one.
She pushed the painful thoughts out of her head and returned her gaze to the door. How many times had she done this? How many times had she snuck in to watch him? Ah, he was so peacful and handsome when he slept, not to say he wasn't when awake either;but, in sleep, one acquires such a carefree, vulnerable look, like that of a sleeping babe.
Without a sound she turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Her eyes widened when she saw him sprawled out on his bed. No matter how many times she'd see him she would never be able to stop the surprise she got by how cute he was, and how that sweetness that was inside seemed to shine through his skin like a soft, wholesome light.
She stepped noislessly to his bed and looks down at him. Oh, how she just wanted to kiss him here and now, tell him how she felt. But no, that was something she couldn't do. It'd hurt him because he couldn't return her feelings. They'd forever then be uncomfortable around eachother. Slowly they would avoid eachother till they were no longer friends nor even acquaintances. It must be best just to be able to cherish the sound of his voice and the warmth of his smile, no matter how much it hurt that it could never be hers. She'd found her one true love, but her love was only a burden, a pain, not the happiness you read about in books. How cruel fate is!
She mouthed a silent word, not wanting it to be heard and wake this sleeping prince. "Darien..." Though no sound was heard aloud, the word echoed sweetly in her head. Darien, that wonderful name for such a wonderful man.
Then, with light steps and a heavy heart, she left the apartment swiftly, leaving everything as it was. Faintly the tolling of Midnight could be heard throughout the empty streets of Crystal Tokyo.
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Part Two - Sweetest Laughter
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