author: hidoko Matsumoto

comments: my translations of the monologue prolly sucks, but I'm trying to improve it.^^; Please correct me if there is anything to be corrected. Recently, this phrase is stuck in my head, so I'm writing a fic. The style is weird.^^;

And this fic is kinda personal- the human is actually sorta based on my father. Of course, also on this 'other' person... ^_^ But the betrayal part is easily potrayed by thinking in terms of my father.

Except that the world is not as poetic as this one here.^^; and there is no Balance in this real world. *laughs*

I think this fic, is that the essence of this paragraph can't be deciphered in the fic directly. Don't look at it via fate's viewpoint- look at it as a path... You see what I mean?^_^;

Comments are welcome.

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when hung from the balance of memory

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to balance one wound,

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one hundred love is needed

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but (my) heart is like the stone of a seashore

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Out of the many wounds that is acquired from being beaten with waves,

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love is to be formed
 
 

[A white room, where only the beauty of its residence matches its pureness]

Living in the heart of Heaven, this angel has never seen another.

Large eyes, a tiny mouth, with an expression that has forgotten the line between masochism and compassion. It is a beauty that is neither male or female; it is a creature of pure whiteness, with eyes that shine like jewels.

The symbol of Heaven's justice, and its creation - the Balance.

[A blue room, where only the burning melancholy matches its vastness in intensity.]

Living in nowhere on the Earth, this human has seen too much of others.

Eyes which would have smiled once, lips twisted in a wry line, with an expression that it seems like he wouldn't have minded living or being dead. A definitive male, of his own beauty that only some could see and love in their own sense, and that plenty others would forsake and trample on it.

The symbol of a kind being in society, and the death embedded in it - a human being.

[a mirror the color of the sky, where clouds float by in swirls and sunlight pierces through in arrows.]

Through the portal, the angel leaves its room, into the vastness of the human world. He is lost in people like the sea, when his wings are kept, and he sees, with horror in his eyes, as people betray and are being betrayed.

As people are trampling and being trampled upon.

As people are cheating and being cheated on.

In the Balance's eyes, one side is already being weighed down, of dankness, grayness, and depression.

Large words flash "All profits donated to Charity".

The Balance sees it, and it smiles. Yet, this smile is shattered when it reaches another stage of this world.

The unfortunate, and their fortunate counterparts, being unable to walk side-by-side.

The slaves, and the bosses, where one is burying his head in false hopes and dreams, while the other is tearing it slowly and surely, away.

[a sea of people the color of grayness, where different thoughts and expressions echo.]

How many of them are twisted?

The Human wonders. As he cries, he only sees the sneers of the others; as he struggles to get on his feet, but only is being hit down upon by the soles of others' feet.

There's nothing at all-- ever since he was born, this is what he is used to.

So, he was surprised to see a hand reaching out for him.

That time, he thought it was real.

Then, things changed. That faked smile revealed a sadistic smirk, as he was being pushed away when he was no longer of value.

No matter how he had cried, had shouted, this gentility won't return, even if it was faked.

That's why, even now... As he is seeing this hand in front of him, he almost lets it go.

[Two pair of eyes meet, one the color of azure, the other a warm shade of hazel. Both are laden with a melancholy, even though the feeling is different. ...But, even though those eyes are sad, smiles are being formed on each's lips.]

If love is breaking apart of one and putting it back into mush, then this must be hatred.

The Human gets stronger, with each day that passes by, with new-found bravery.

Even though, being a human, he is also scared that he's dreaming.

The Balance, on the other hand, doesn't care quite so much. It is the first time that it's learnt how to care. An angel, isn't that's what it's for?

Still, the laws of Earth and Heaven seperate those warm hands, locking the two in insanity.

[Lightning, thunder, a red, mad sky. Nothing can be deciphered in that place, except... A burning intensity, waiting to destruct and be reborned.]

No matter how those hands reach, not even those fingertips can touch each other.

Struggling, but the effort is not what matters.

Soon, the two realize that they're in vain, and they melt away into nothingness.

Like this, dying and being reborn, this two, someday, walk in the same streets again.

Even though they weren't meant to know each other, they see each other...

And, they find their smiles.

[The high Heavens. The throne is silver, and red. A high, shielded being sits on it, and all heavenly being bow before it.]

/What is your judgement, Balance?/

"This world... Is full of betrayal, sadness, hatred, and destruction."

/Does that mean... The End?/

"...." A smile. "The end's significance gives no time for change, Heavenly Father..."

/So you think that there's hope?/

"As the only Angel who's been through a few lives there...."

"I think........."

The voice trails away, as the room fades in its own spiral......

".......that... this.. place..... is............"

".........it's...... own...... hell....... and..heaven......"

/...../

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