Lit corridors

[nonomoribird]

Where am I? This place is full of light. Before, the sea was near me and the rocks were falling. The boy was leaving on a boat.

I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.

Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.

Comments

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Ah... I don't think I've seen you before. This is Paixao, miss. It's... well, another world.

What does your friend look like? I'll keep an eye peeled for him.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not know you. Who are you? I have never heard of Paixao, either, but I am not called miss.

He is shorter than me. His skin is dark and he has black hair and green eyes. He used to have horns, but they are gone now.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry! My name is Ivan. What's yours?

All right. If I see him, I'll let you know.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

My name is Yorda.

Thank you.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Yorda.

By the way, please be careful. There are... some bad people around.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Ivan.

Bad people?

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Yes. They call themselves the Organization, and wear long black coats. They may be in disguise lately, though. In any case, they've been going around hurting people for no reason at all.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not understand.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

... Sorry. What part didn't make sense?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Why are they doing this?

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Oh. I don't know. No one seems to know.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I understand. I will watch for them

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Well we're all lost. Get used to it.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Who are you? Where do you come from? Did the light bring you here, too?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

What's with the third degree?

I'm from the Music Continent and I just woke up here. Mind your own business.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

What is a third degree?

Music? I do not know what that is, nor have I heard of business. What does it mean?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

You don't know wh...

Music? You know. Instruments. Pianos and violins. Like... you hear it, and it's pretty? Birds singing?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I remember the birds in the castle, but there was nothing else like what you are describing. I liked the birds; they made beautiful and strange sounds.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Well that's music.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

It is very pretty. Is your country named for the noise... "music" the birds make?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

It must be nice in your country. The castle was bleak and empty.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

... it's okay. The countryside is pretty but life pretty much sucks for humans.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I liked the grass outside, and the sun. Does your country have those things?

I have only met one outsider, and he had horns. Is that "human"?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

... Uh. Yeah. All countries have those.

Horns...?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

That is nice. Grass and sunlight are very pretty.

Yes, horns. They were long and curved on the side of his head, but Mother broke them off. The shadows in the castle all had horns as well, except for myself and Mother.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

................. that doesn't sound like an entirely human thing to me, but you can't tell by looking.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not know. I do not know what "human" is, but Mother said she and I are not.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

What are you, then? Mazoku? Angel?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not know, but I change.

What are those?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

... Nevermind.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not understand. Mother never gave us a name as a whole; she only called me by the name she gave me, and I never knew hers.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Whatever, it's not important.

You're a real piece of work. And you're here by yourself?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Why not? Mother always said that names were important.

Yes.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Because it's not.

Jeez. You're the kind of girl that the goodtimes men go looking for. You're doomed without somebody to watch out for you.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

What is your name?

What are goodtimes men? I do not understand. The boy watched me in that place.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Hamel.

Forget about it, okay? Somebody'll watch you and keep you out of trouble.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Who? I do not know anybody here. Mother is dead and the boy has gone.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

... Me. I got nothing better to do.

It'll cost you though.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

That is very kind of you.

Cost? What is that?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Forget, it, okay? Whatever.

Where are you? I'll play my violin for you. Music, yeah?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I am in front of a place with strange pictures and statues inside.

That sounds nice. I think I would enjoy that.

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

Okay.

Stay there and tell anybody who comes near you to fuck off, got it?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Very well. But what does that mean?

[greatherohamel.livejournal.com]

It means "Nice to see you".

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

That is very nice. I will be sure to give that to Cora.