Remembrance of the Winged Ocean 2/4
Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2004 5:29 pm
Remembrance of the Winged Ocean
By Sissi
Disclaimer: GW is not mine.
A/N: I'd like to thank Youna06, Kanya Barton, mtr188 and Cleo for their kind words. I'm truly sorry for not posting before, but I have been really busy lately ( in other words, college ). I hope this will satisfy you for the moment. Part three is done and I am going to edit part four soon. Stay tuned. ^^
Part Two : Will I be able to fly again?
The fire cracked silently in the living-room, illuminating the face of a young man hunched over a limp body. His calloused hands traced the asleep girl’s cheekbones and rested on her neck, pressing down her jugular vein. He felt her pulse and after counting how many times it pulsed in one single minute, he stood up.
The girl moaned when the contact disappeared and turned to the other side, obscuring her face from his sight. The man walked to a chair and placed threads of a strong fibre on his lap, his agile fingers starting to form knots with the extremes of the rope. Immediately, as more and more knots were made, a net was beginning to be formed.
He lifted his eyes from his work to gaze at the girl. Her brows were furrowed together, and she was biting her lower lip. He pondered on his future actions, though it was not necessary for her features softened and she sighed happily, curling in the blanket which protected her from the chilliness of the night.
He let his eyes return to his work, barely noticing he had made a small mistake but which would take him some time to fix it. He sighed inaudibly to himself, contemplating the events that had succeeded that night.
Who would have thought one walk on the beach would make him discover a golden mop of hair floating in the middle of the ocean? The edges of his lips lifted slightly, and he walked to the girl’s side to place the blanket in its correct place. That girl had a very strong will to live, otherwise, she would not have survived the rage of the ocean. He shook his head.
That different bird had found its way to the ocean. He wondered whether it knew its way back. Probably not. He tucked some loose strands of golden hair behind the girl’s ears and watched her pretty face. She was a beauty, and he wondered to himself why would such a girl be at such a far away place, away from ‘civilization’, as some people would claim it.
He returned to his chair, to his work. The sun would rise within some hours, and then, this mysterious visitor would explain to him some of her secrets. He would ask Catherine to go to the city to buy some bread and milk. He nodded to himself and let his eyes drift away from the girl.
His strong fingers started working again, but his green eyes would just not stop moving back to the girl. She looked like a creature who had fallen from the sky, and he felt guilty for stealing her from her holy abode. He would certainly be punished in the future.
*
Relena stirred in her sleep, pulling the blanket closer to her body. She sighed languidly and cracked one eye open, yawning and stretching her arms above her head. She scratched her eyes and looked around with a confused face. Where was she?
She stood up carefully and turned her face towards the opening door. She stayed near the window, in case she found the situation too dangerous to her liking. She pressed her right hand on the glass, while the other one was clutching the blanket with white fingers, devoid of any blood.
The door opened and in came a tall slim girl with red hair and exquisite gray eyes. She was carrying a wooden tray with a plate and a glass of milk on it. She lifted her eyes and moved her lips, muttering a silent greeting. Relena’s mouth was wide open, due to the shock. She stared at the girl and when she put the tray on a solid table not too far from her ‘bed’, she replied back, her greeting somewhat shaky, at least from her point of view.
“Did you sleep well?” the girl asked, and Relena nodded quickly. Relena approached the girl and watched her prepare her breakfast. The other girl’s fingers were slender and agile and Relena discovered that she could have a very nice time just watching the girl clean and take care of the place.
“I’m Relena,” Relena said, offering her hand to the red-haired girl who smiled and accepted the gesture.
“I’m Catherine. Here, please eat something, you must be tired and hungry.” She stepped back and waited for Relena to sit down, who complied without hesitation. She could already hear some rumbles her stomach would make, which embarrassed her considerably. She glanced quickly at the offered food and ate a loaf of bread. It was sweet and dissolved in her mouth, creating a unique memory of its taste. She smiled at Catherine.
“Good?” Catherine asked, sitting on a chair with her hands placed neatly on her lap. She rubbed her hands with a wet towel she had brought, and while she kept her hands busy, she turned around and spotted her brother watching them with undecipherable eyes. She lifted her hands and was about to call him when he left without a single word. She frowned in confusion.
“Is something wrong?” a melodic voice asked from her back. Catherine turned her face and shook her head, her short curls moving in the air, dancing around along some silent music. She stood up and left, not before going to a small wooden box placed in a corner of the room. She opened it and chose a simple blue dress with some laces in the shoulders and in the waist area. She bit her lower lip, wondering whether it would fit the girl or not.
She placed it on the bed.
“I believe you’d like some clean clothes. Your clothes are being washed, but in the meantime, would you like to wear this dress? It’s mine, though I’m not sure about the size ...” she trailed off, moving her eyes from the girl to the dress.
“It’s lovely,” Relena quickly replied. Catherine lifted a brow, and Relena could not help smiling shyly at her. “I truly liked it, it’s simple but very beautiful,” she added, her eyes twinkling as the sunlight touched them and made them glint with innocence. Catherine blinked twice before smiling back and walking to the door. She rested a hand over the handle.
“I’ll wait downstairs, okay?” Catherine said. She earned a nod as an answer and closed the door behind her.
It was barely eight o’clock in the morning, but as she remembered she had a girl in the house, she knew it would be a very interesting day. She could smell amusement in the air, along with something else. She shook her head; she was getting too romantic lately. She walked to the stairs and reached the living-room.
She turned to her right and entered the kitchen. Some fresh flowers had been placed in a vase, and the dishes were done. She knew Trowa had done this for her, but where was he?
She opened the door to the garden, yet he was still not there. She furrowed her brows. Could he be at his ship? Not very probable, for he usually waited for her kiss of good luck. Well, she muttered under her breath, she has got work to do so she would not think further about the matter, though she could swear he has been acting strangely since morning.
She opened the door and entered. What should she prepare for lunch? Maybe some fish and soup, she decided with a firm nod. Yes, fish and soup.
*
Trowa placed his bag with some bread and a bottle of water and sat on a rock, near the dock where his small yet practical ship was. He searched the horizon and scratched his chin thoughtfully, running his hand through his brown hair. He sighed inaudibly to no one in particular, and feeling his stomach quite empty, he opened the bag and took out a loaf of bread.
He bit it and while he chew it calmly, he returned his thoughts back to the girl he had saved the previous night. He had not been prepared to the sight of her, and he could still remember how his heart had sped up and his eyes had been blinded by her brightness.
He shook his head and ate some more of the snack. How foolish of him to start fantasizing about some girl he has never met before. She could have a fianc?e, or even worse, be married. He frowned. What if she were truly married? What would he do? Certainly not kidnap her or something of the genre, he decided. Why was he even thinking about this matter? I am being foolish, Trowa admonished himself.
He cleaned his pants from the bits of bread that had fallen onto his lap and walked to his ship. The sea seemed calm enough, and hopefully, his net would be full of fish by the end of the evening. The net he had been working on would be ready by the next day. Until then, he would have to work with the old one.
He loosened the rope which attached the ship to the dock. He walked to his cabin and gazed around. Everything seemed to be in its right place, each piece of wood, each piece of steel, everything. Placing his bag in the corner of the room, he closed the door and started the engine. It revved quickly as it consumed oil, that rich black liquid containing the history of thousands and thousands of plants of the past.
The sun was already in the middle of the sky. As he watched the reflection of the sunlight on the blue water, creating silver shadows which danced on the bright stage, he closed his mind to any other thought other than work, especially of a golden girl with amazing blue eyes, the same colour as the ocean, though the eyes had showed mercy and sadness, instead of life.
*
Relena rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, while her knees were almost killing her due to her not so comfortable position. She huffed indignantly when she found out the piece of cloth she had been rubbing and soaking with as much soap as possible wasn’t getting any cleaner. She threw it indignantly into the washing basin and stood up. Her knees cracked with the motion, and she bit her lower lip.
The sun was killing her, for her pale skin could not stand the heat. She thought back to Catherine and how displeased she had looked when she had offered herself to do some housework. She smiled shily. She should have listened to the older girl.
Who would have thought washing clothes could be as tiring as riding a bicycle for one entire hour? Not her, this, she was certain of. She stared down at the dirty heap of clothes and closed her eyes. She could feel a migraine forming in her head. She massaged her temples, still with her eyes closed. What would she tell Catherine?
Her cheeks flushed at the stupid excuses she was forming in her mind. She sighed again. The truth would be better. She left the clothes near the basin and headed back to the house. She lifted her face to the sky and smiled as she noticed that the sky was gaining new colours. Orange and yellow. She frowned for some seconds. Why, she thought, had she expected to see green as well?
“Relena?” Catherine asked from the door.
“Hi,” Relena answered shyly, her voice as low as possible. Catherine moved her eyes from her figure to her empty hands. She shook her head, almost reproachfully, if only she did not have a smile forming on her lips.
“I told you,” Catherine admonished, pointing her finger toward Relena’s chest. The other girl lowered her head. Catherine laughed, touched the girl’s shoulder and told her to come in. The supper would be ready soon.
“What should I do?” Relena asked, eager to repair her bad suggestion in the early evening. She licked her lips in anticipation, blinking and watching the girl excitedly. She looked like a small eager child who cannot stay still for mere seconds. Catherine, though, noticing her friend’s excitement, shook her head.
“Just sit in the dining-room whilst I finish preparing the fish.”
“And...?” Relena pressed, finding the order not so amusing as she wanted it to be.
“Just do as I say, okay?”
“But-“
“Relena...” Relena closed her mouth and turned around, heading for the chair near the window. She sat with more force than necessary and crossed her arms over her chest. She watched the sky from the window and sighed.
She was good at nothing. She had no ability with musical instruments and now, she was also terrible at house works. She truly was useless. She lowered her gaze to her lap and forced her tears to remain where they were . She would not cry. Catherine has been such a nice company...
She cursed under her breath when a single tear fell onto her lap, moistening her blue dress. Catherine’s dress. She smiled sadly, thinking back to that fateful night. If only she had died...
But she was alive, right? She rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Who had saved her? All she could remember was green. She bit her lower lip. Strange... green? Why green? She wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her dress and turned her face toward the landscape once again. She would think about it later.
Sometimes, she wanted to be as small as a bacterium and have no one to notice her. And other times, she wanted to have all the attention directed towards her. She wanted to be alive and not to be alive. She wanted to exist and to be an anonymous person. She wanted so many things that she knew she would not accomplish in that single life. She wanted happiness, but could she ever find it?
She wanted freedom, but she wanted love as well. Didn’t people say that love could chain people to others? To responsibilities? To loyalty?
A soft hand was placed on her shoulder and she gasped in surprise. She twirled around and met a handsome man. She flushed deeply. He had found her when she had been most vulnerable.
“Are you well?” Trowa asked, his voice laced with concern. She nodded, staring at his green eyes, transfixed by its colour. It was oddly intense, and she could feel her body burning as if a fire were consuming her flesh. She tucked some golden tresses behind her ear.
“Dinner’s ready!” Catherine called from the kitchen. Trowa offered a hand and Relena accepted it without any hesitation. As her skin touched his, she felt electricity cursing through her system. She widened her eyes.
“You...” she murmured, placing a hand over her lips.
Everything made sense now. The fire, the light, the warmth she had felt when he had suddenly pulled her away from the water, and the green colour which had been plaguing her since the morning.
She felt like a lightning had striked her, for suddenly, her mind was extremely clear and she could picture the entire scene in her mind. She almost wanted to laugh out loud. She must have looked like a helpless girl in the middle of the ocean, drowning and sinking to the bottom of the sea careless about her life.
Which was somewhat true, she mused.
Staring at his eyes, she felt her heart beat faster, and her mouth dry. She blinked twice before her mouth betrayed her with a plea she was not prepared for. After all, why would he understand the thoughts which swivelled inside her mind and heart, yelling for release since she learned what solitude and sorrow meant and felt? He wouldn’t understand, but even though knowing this, her lips betrayed her, and they parted, and a timid plea met his and her ears.
“I want my wings back... please...”
By Sissi
Disclaimer: GW is not mine.
A/N: I'd like to thank Youna06, Kanya Barton, mtr188 and Cleo for their kind words. I'm truly sorry for not posting before, but I have been really busy lately ( in other words, college ). I hope this will satisfy you for the moment. Part three is done and I am going to edit part four soon. Stay tuned. ^^
Part Two : Will I be able to fly again?
The fire cracked silently in the living-room, illuminating the face of a young man hunched over a limp body. His calloused hands traced the asleep girl’s cheekbones and rested on her neck, pressing down her jugular vein. He felt her pulse and after counting how many times it pulsed in one single minute, he stood up.
The girl moaned when the contact disappeared and turned to the other side, obscuring her face from his sight. The man walked to a chair and placed threads of a strong fibre on his lap, his agile fingers starting to form knots with the extremes of the rope. Immediately, as more and more knots were made, a net was beginning to be formed.
He lifted his eyes from his work to gaze at the girl. Her brows were furrowed together, and she was biting her lower lip. He pondered on his future actions, though it was not necessary for her features softened and she sighed happily, curling in the blanket which protected her from the chilliness of the night.
He let his eyes return to his work, barely noticing he had made a small mistake but which would take him some time to fix it. He sighed inaudibly to himself, contemplating the events that had succeeded that night.
Who would have thought one walk on the beach would make him discover a golden mop of hair floating in the middle of the ocean? The edges of his lips lifted slightly, and he walked to the girl’s side to place the blanket in its correct place. That girl had a very strong will to live, otherwise, she would not have survived the rage of the ocean. He shook his head.
That different bird had found its way to the ocean. He wondered whether it knew its way back. Probably not. He tucked some loose strands of golden hair behind the girl’s ears and watched her pretty face. She was a beauty, and he wondered to himself why would such a girl be at such a far away place, away from ‘civilization’, as some people would claim it.
He returned to his chair, to his work. The sun would rise within some hours, and then, this mysterious visitor would explain to him some of her secrets. He would ask Catherine to go to the city to buy some bread and milk. He nodded to himself and let his eyes drift away from the girl.
His strong fingers started working again, but his green eyes would just not stop moving back to the girl. She looked like a creature who had fallen from the sky, and he felt guilty for stealing her from her holy abode. He would certainly be punished in the future.
*
Relena stirred in her sleep, pulling the blanket closer to her body. She sighed languidly and cracked one eye open, yawning and stretching her arms above her head. She scratched her eyes and looked around with a confused face. Where was she?
She stood up carefully and turned her face towards the opening door. She stayed near the window, in case she found the situation too dangerous to her liking. She pressed her right hand on the glass, while the other one was clutching the blanket with white fingers, devoid of any blood.
The door opened and in came a tall slim girl with red hair and exquisite gray eyes. She was carrying a wooden tray with a plate and a glass of milk on it. She lifted her eyes and moved her lips, muttering a silent greeting. Relena’s mouth was wide open, due to the shock. She stared at the girl and when she put the tray on a solid table not too far from her ‘bed’, she replied back, her greeting somewhat shaky, at least from her point of view.
“Did you sleep well?” the girl asked, and Relena nodded quickly. Relena approached the girl and watched her prepare her breakfast. The other girl’s fingers were slender and agile and Relena discovered that she could have a very nice time just watching the girl clean and take care of the place.
“I’m Relena,” Relena said, offering her hand to the red-haired girl who smiled and accepted the gesture.
“I’m Catherine. Here, please eat something, you must be tired and hungry.” She stepped back and waited for Relena to sit down, who complied without hesitation. She could already hear some rumbles her stomach would make, which embarrassed her considerably. She glanced quickly at the offered food and ate a loaf of bread. It was sweet and dissolved in her mouth, creating a unique memory of its taste. She smiled at Catherine.
“Good?” Catherine asked, sitting on a chair with her hands placed neatly on her lap. She rubbed her hands with a wet towel she had brought, and while she kept her hands busy, she turned around and spotted her brother watching them with undecipherable eyes. She lifted her hands and was about to call him when he left without a single word. She frowned in confusion.
“Is something wrong?” a melodic voice asked from her back. Catherine turned her face and shook her head, her short curls moving in the air, dancing around along some silent music. She stood up and left, not before going to a small wooden box placed in a corner of the room. She opened it and chose a simple blue dress with some laces in the shoulders and in the waist area. She bit her lower lip, wondering whether it would fit the girl or not.
She placed it on the bed.
“I believe you’d like some clean clothes. Your clothes are being washed, but in the meantime, would you like to wear this dress? It’s mine, though I’m not sure about the size ...” she trailed off, moving her eyes from the girl to the dress.
“It’s lovely,” Relena quickly replied. Catherine lifted a brow, and Relena could not help smiling shyly at her. “I truly liked it, it’s simple but very beautiful,” she added, her eyes twinkling as the sunlight touched them and made them glint with innocence. Catherine blinked twice before smiling back and walking to the door. She rested a hand over the handle.
“I’ll wait downstairs, okay?” Catherine said. She earned a nod as an answer and closed the door behind her.
It was barely eight o’clock in the morning, but as she remembered she had a girl in the house, she knew it would be a very interesting day. She could smell amusement in the air, along with something else. She shook her head; she was getting too romantic lately. She walked to the stairs and reached the living-room.
She turned to her right and entered the kitchen. Some fresh flowers had been placed in a vase, and the dishes were done. She knew Trowa had done this for her, but where was he?
She opened the door to the garden, yet he was still not there. She furrowed her brows. Could he be at his ship? Not very probable, for he usually waited for her kiss of good luck. Well, she muttered under her breath, she has got work to do so she would not think further about the matter, though she could swear he has been acting strangely since morning.
She opened the door and entered. What should she prepare for lunch? Maybe some fish and soup, she decided with a firm nod. Yes, fish and soup.
*
Trowa placed his bag with some bread and a bottle of water and sat on a rock, near the dock where his small yet practical ship was. He searched the horizon and scratched his chin thoughtfully, running his hand through his brown hair. He sighed inaudibly to no one in particular, and feeling his stomach quite empty, he opened the bag and took out a loaf of bread.
He bit it and while he chew it calmly, he returned his thoughts back to the girl he had saved the previous night. He had not been prepared to the sight of her, and he could still remember how his heart had sped up and his eyes had been blinded by her brightness.
He shook his head and ate some more of the snack. How foolish of him to start fantasizing about some girl he has never met before. She could have a fianc?e, or even worse, be married. He frowned. What if she were truly married? What would he do? Certainly not kidnap her or something of the genre, he decided. Why was he even thinking about this matter? I am being foolish, Trowa admonished himself.
He cleaned his pants from the bits of bread that had fallen onto his lap and walked to his ship. The sea seemed calm enough, and hopefully, his net would be full of fish by the end of the evening. The net he had been working on would be ready by the next day. Until then, he would have to work with the old one.
He loosened the rope which attached the ship to the dock. He walked to his cabin and gazed around. Everything seemed to be in its right place, each piece of wood, each piece of steel, everything. Placing his bag in the corner of the room, he closed the door and started the engine. It revved quickly as it consumed oil, that rich black liquid containing the history of thousands and thousands of plants of the past.
The sun was already in the middle of the sky. As he watched the reflection of the sunlight on the blue water, creating silver shadows which danced on the bright stage, he closed his mind to any other thought other than work, especially of a golden girl with amazing blue eyes, the same colour as the ocean, though the eyes had showed mercy and sadness, instead of life.
*
Relena rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, while her knees were almost killing her due to her not so comfortable position. She huffed indignantly when she found out the piece of cloth she had been rubbing and soaking with as much soap as possible wasn’t getting any cleaner. She threw it indignantly into the washing basin and stood up. Her knees cracked with the motion, and she bit her lower lip.
The sun was killing her, for her pale skin could not stand the heat. She thought back to Catherine and how displeased she had looked when she had offered herself to do some housework. She smiled shily. She should have listened to the older girl.
Who would have thought washing clothes could be as tiring as riding a bicycle for one entire hour? Not her, this, she was certain of. She stared down at the dirty heap of clothes and closed her eyes. She could feel a migraine forming in her head. She massaged her temples, still with her eyes closed. What would she tell Catherine?
Her cheeks flushed at the stupid excuses she was forming in her mind. She sighed again. The truth would be better. She left the clothes near the basin and headed back to the house. She lifted her face to the sky and smiled as she noticed that the sky was gaining new colours. Orange and yellow. She frowned for some seconds. Why, she thought, had she expected to see green as well?
“Relena?” Catherine asked from the door.
“Hi,” Relena answered shyly, her voice as low as possible. Catherine moved her eyes from her figure to her empty hands. She shook her head, almost reproachfully, if only she did not have a smile forming on her lips.
“I told you,” Catherine admonished, pointing her finger toward Relena’s chest. The other girl lowered her head. Catherine laughed, touched the girl’s shoulder and told her to come in. The supper would be ready soon.
“What should I do?” Relena asked, eager to repair her bad suggestion in the early evening. She licked her lips in anticipation, blinking and watching the girl excitedly. She looked like a small eager child who cannot stay still for mere seconds. Catherine, though, noticing her friend’s excitement, shook her head.
“Just sit in the dining-room whilst I finish preparing the fish.”
“And...?” Relena pressed, finding the order not so amusing as she wanted it to be.
“Just do as I say, okay?”
“But-“
“Relena...” Relena closed her mouth and turned around, heading for the chair near the window. She sat with more force than necessary and crossed her arms over her chest. She watched the sky from the window and sighed.
She was good at nothing. She had no ability with musical instruments and now, she was also terrible at house works. She truly was useless. She lowered her gaze to her lap and forced her tears to remain where they were . She would not cry. Catherine has been such a nice company...
She cursed under her breath when a single tear fell onto her lap, moistening her blue dress. Catherine’s dress. She smiled sadly, thinking back to that fateful night. If only she had died...
But she was alive, right? She rested her chin on the palm of her hand. Who had saved her? All she could remember was green. She bit her lower lip. Strange... green? Why green? She wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her dress and turned her face toward the landscape once again. She would think about it later.
Sometimes, she wanted to be as small as a bacterium and have no one to notice her. And other times, she wanted to have all the attention directed towards her. She wanted to be alive and not to be alive. She wanted to exist and to be an anonymous person. She wanted so many things that she knew she would not accomplish in that single life. She wanted happiness, but could she ever find it?
She wanted freedom, but she wanted love as well. Didn’t people say that love could chain people to others? To responsibilities? To loyalty?
A soft hand was placed on her shoulder and she gasped in surprise. She twirled around and met a handsome man. She flushed deeply. He had found her when she had been most vulnerable.
“Are you well?” Trowa asked, his voice laced with concern. She nodded, staring at his green eyes, transfixed by its colour. It was oddly intense, and she could feel her body burning as if a fire were consuming her flesh. She tucked some golden tresses behind her ear.
“Dinner’s ready!” Catherine called from the kitchen. Trowa offered a hand and Relena accepted it without any hesitation. As her skin touched his, she felt electricity cursing through her system. She widened her eyes.
“You...” she murmured, placing a hand over her lips.
Everything made sense now. The fire, the light, the warmth she had felt when he had suddenly pulled her away from the water, and the green colour which had been plaguing her since the morning.
She felt like a lightning had striked her, for suddenly, her mind was extremely clear and she could picture the entire scene in her mind. She almost wanted to laugh out loud. She must have looked like a helpless girl in the middle of the ocean, drowning and sinking to the bottom of the sea careless about her life.
Which was somewhat true, she mused.
Staring at his eyes, she felt her heart beat faster, and her mouth dry. She blinked twice before her mouth betrayed her with a plea she was not prepared for. After all, why would he understand the thoughts which swivelled inside her mind and heart, yelling for release since she learned what solitude and sorrow meant and felt? He wouldn’t understand, but even though knowing this, her lips betrayed her, and they parted, and a timid plea met his and her ears.
“I want my wings back... please...”
Your unique approach to their relationship has me salivating, please update soon!
... always in the moon 
it's just so lovely!
