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Title: Silence
Author: Stalked By Chibis
Characters: Nine, Yana!Master
Pairings: Nine/Yana
Warnings: None
Notes: It's not blatant-pairing-ness, but it still counts, right? (o_o)


 

There was a bench, on a hill.

Where the hill was, or how the bench came to be there, is not at all important.

Perhaps they don't exist at all.

There are two men sitting on the bench, at the most opposite of ends.

They are old, and inside they are older, life and time taking their toll.

One is leaning against the cold, metal arm, and it chills even through the leather.

Blue eyes watch the horizon, not entirely seeing it, and the worn face is fixed with a look of guarded nostalgia.

The second is leaning forward, but not slouched, a fobwatch dangling from his hands.

Dark eyes stare intensely as it glints and glimmers, as if trying to puzzle out a secret that is just out of reach.

They don't turn to each other, even as the quiet crushes in around them, driving them mad.

Each believes they are alone on the bench, refusing to glance around.

And so they are alone.

They are the runners, the detritus after the dam breaks and everything of importance had been washed away.

Leaving them.

Not quite alone.

They are the survivors of a War that no one really remembers, sands of Time shifting with every second so the one before it never happened.

One can't remember at the moment.

One wishes he couldn't.

So the couple sits there.

Old.

Lost.

Alone.

In silence.