Zero :: Prelude
[x][x][x][x]Beginning
It all started in the midst of summer in a small town, north of the city of Randers and south of Alborg in Denmark. A sir, appearing slightly feminine, started an aimless walk down the wide sidewalk; due to the only transportation is walking, bikes or the one of the two trolleys in the city. The teen started his way to a book shop, nothing special, but a used book shop. The place seemed a bit dusty and since the other book shop has more recent books it was pretty much abandoned. He thought this was a museum of literature, letting himself enter with a sound of a bell above him, just to wake to cashier since business has been a drought. As the seventeen year old he slid his slender fingers across the spines of the tomes. It seems that he was the only one who has ever stepped a foot in the used bookshop. It was utterly silent in the store; that was music to the teen. Coming home to unpleasant yelling of his two parents, a moment like so was absolutely perfect.
Silence cracked as another ringing of the entrance bell chimed. Another who actually came inside the shop? It wasn’t something to be expected. As the bell stopped it’s ringing, the delicate sir sighed, he wasn’t expecting sound all of the sudden like that. The other who walked in was around the others age, slightly older and a bit tough looking unless you look him in the eye.
The slightly older sir smirked at the other, then stuck a hand into his pocket quietly treading. The feminine teen gasped lightly then narrowed his eyes. He hasn’t seen him at all in the small town. Assuming that it was just a foreigner, he took a nice thick book, about a size of a journal. The frail teen left after his cheap purchase, hearing the rings of the copper bells above the entrance.
He opened the book flipping through the pages, sliding his hand over the literature. The delicate teen loved this about his town. It wasn’t modern at all, everything was at a steady speed. It was slightly lonely but it was quiet enough. Just enough to keep him from ripping apart.
The blonde still stuck in the shop, watched at the other left, trying to get a glimpse of the book the brown feminine took. A semi-thick book, forest green with golden letters, no author written but simple font reading ‘Left of Center’. The fair-haired teen memorized the title for some odd reason, it wasn’t like him to do something like this. The older sir went to the section where the frail youth once was, getting a copy of the same book. It was as if he was attracted into getting it, a mysterious force made his feet walk to the second shelf, bring his hand up to trace each spine of each book. As soon as he saw the familiar book, green with gold, he trailed his hand up the spine, retrieving it by the top then sliding it firmly into his grasp.
The blonde slowly got the book, flipping through it as he got to the
register. He paid the man, graciously letting the cashier keep the few coins of change. The olive eye teen took the book in his hands instead of a bag and went the opposite way the fragile auburn haired sir went. With a slender smile, he was off, ignoring the copper bells as he went on, flipping the pages of the book as he started to make his way to his home.
As soon as the next day came, the feminine hazel haired teen was out once more. Dimming his emerald eyes, he let his loose polo sway behind him as a breeze softly collided with him. The fragile made his pace to the center of the town which was the park. Not like a park with slides and swings, but more of a place where the community takes care of plants and things like that. There was noise in the place, but the slender youth didn’t mind. The faint noises of children of six or so, the chirping of birds where the elders fed them, the collision of a soft gust and a green tree. The deep brown haired teen narrowed his eyes, the tips of his fingers to his temple, not sad but happy that there was such life. Silence broken by the soft whistling wind, The brown haired teen bit his lower lip, covering the rays that went through the glorious jade trees with his slender fingers.
He then changed his view, looking else where. To his dismay, the sir he saw at the bookstore was there sitting on the benches in the horticultural park, admiring the plants that took habitat there. The older dirty blonde smiled politely at the forest eyed teen, the other smiling back in return, maybe a reflex. The other wasn’t expecting that, letting out a faint chuckle seeing as the russet fragile was friendly. Although the other wasn’t so amused, the delicate went back to a neutral look, the blonde still smiling at him. The blonde’s kind smile was an assuring one but the auburn didn’t understand why he smiled like that. The flaxen looked as though he was greeting the younger teen but the youth seemed like he wasn’t interested in a ‘Hello’ or ‘Good Morning.’ The blonde now was interested in the somewhat grave look the brown haired sir gave him. He smiled again, olive eyes glinted as the brunette went off. After he was out of sight, certainly not out of mind, the fair-haired teen went off as well, relaxed when he whistled a song he hadn’t even heard.
The youths knew they would see each other again. It was a small town, so it was inevitable. It didn’t matter if they wanted to see each other, it felt more like a magnetic strength forced them to see another. Was it a decree of some sort or just chance? As one hoped that they would meet again, the other was lost wondering if it was fair that suddenly someone just started to stalk them, although who came first alternated.
Two days and they can’t help but see each other. Two days and they were involved with each other, even though they were strangers. Two days and they can’t wait to see another again . . .
{quack, chapter one. I doubt anyone will spend their time reading it. }
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