It was an odd moment when his attention was captured and locked away. Simply cleaning the ketchup stain off of his casual attire, that was all he was doing. A coin dropped on the floor somewhere, and began to spin furiously until it dropped flat, ceasing its movement. His chair creaked and moaned every time he moved, no matter how small the movement was. A dog ran by outside of the little shop, lead by a scurrying feline of black coloring.

It was an odd moment when his attention was captured and locked away. Simply cleaning the ketchup stain off of his casual attire, that was all he was doing. A coin dropped on the floor somewhere, and began to spin furiously until it dropped flat, ceasing its movement. His chair creaked and moaned every time he moved, no matter how small the movement was. A dog ran by outside of the little shop, lead by a scurrying feline of black coloring.

A rather large jewel was hanging on the end of a chain around her neck. This she played with a bit, as gray pools that were her eyes scanned the area. They were sharp, alert, and very sensual at the same time. The Black hairs on her head were glossy, straight and the ideal example of angelic perfection.

Her every movement, he noticed (because she had started to advance in the shop), was smooth. If one watched from behind, one would notice that all movement was based around the spine and waist. Her shoulder blades were exaggerated as her slender limbs swayed in step with her legs. Sensual… her waist would sway as well, with subtleness and yet it was so noticeable. Perfection…

He noticed her tan complexion. Her skin from his seat looked like tan silk, or a softer version of a beautiful bronze. This was what he alone thought in the exact moment, mind you. He gazed with a stupidity and awe as she took the jewel again in her hand and absentmindedly rose it to her lips, where she, again, absentmindedly brushed her lips against it. This was followed by her gently and, yet again, absentmindedly placing a bit of the chain in between her lips, keeping it secure between them.

His stupor averted to the more emotion features on her face. The gray pools were locked onto something so intently and yet lazily. What could she be gazing at, he wondered. She had stopped her swaying and gliding, and she was leaning back in her standing glance, redefining every exaggerating feature she held. But back to her eyes….

He was lost in those pools, completely submerged and drowned in them. He could feel himself drowning, his lungs seeming to fail, body becoming some how heavy. The pools had torn him. If he got out, he'd only regret it, but if he continued, he'd surely drown and never escape. So he stayed with her eyes…

It was only when he made his choice of "life or death" that he realized that it was him she was gazing upon. And it was also in that moment that he realized he was quite a sight himself, just without all the perfection and immediate attraction.

It was only when he made his choice of "life or death" that he realized that it was him she was gazing upon. And it was also in that moment that he realized he was quite a sight himself, just without all the perfection and immediate attraction. A soiled, partially red napkin was held firmly in his hand, a good inch away from the accursed stain on his average blouse of white coloring. He assumed he also had a look that spelled his admiration and adoration for her in a comical manner. He assumed comical, for he watched the chain drop from her smiling lips. The light in her gray eyes changed completely, and he could feel his own features brightening, just as hers did.

He gave a small wave with the dirtied napkin, and her lips parted as she mouthed a small 'hi' to him, her smiled widening as she eyed the napkin. A fierce burn in his cheeks told him that his face was now a perfect match for the red eye sore on his defiled, white shirt. And once again he was drowning in her eyes. This time he was nowhere near being beside himself. He wanted to remain there and so he did.

She turned on her heel, breaking the silent bond between them, and he now cast his gaze upon her side. The burn melted away from his face. He found himself heavy again and his hand outstretched, as if reaching out to her. He no longer felt that brightening that was caused by her smile. And needless to say that his smile had disappeared when her eyes left his. So he sat there, reaching out to a stranger with her back to him now, mouth slightly open, and a look of despair almost shadowing his face. Slowly, his hand dropped to his side again and he now held more disappointment than anything else. Who are you kidding, he thought. He looked at the napkin and then resumed his unproductive task of getting rid of the stain. When he continued to remain stained, he gave up and looked up again, for one last look… one last gaze…

She was reaching across the counter to get her ordered beverage, but once it was securely in her palms and before she placed it to her lips, he head stopped and slowly turned again. His breath was stolen from him as their eyes were once again connected to each other. He felt another smile replace the first. He watched as she seemed surprised, like she hadn't expected him to still be looking at her in the exact same manner as before, but she returned it nonetheless. This time, she nodded her head towards him, put the drink to her lips, and took a decent enough sip, licking her lips slightly when she pulled it away. Her smile faded slowly, as her gray jewels for eyes began to look about, almost nervously.

A loud noise from outside caused her head to jerk to the side, facing away from him, and this caused him to frown again. But his disappointment didn't last long. She turned her body, and once again, the light hit the jewel perfectly to cause a glare even more blinding and brighter then the first. He had to raise his hand to keep it out of his vision He tried to look back at her, but he could only just make her out beyond the light. Though he did think that he may have seen her turn her head back, he'd never be sure. He closed his eyes, knowing that he would go blind for sure if he didn't look away. With a shake of his head, he opened his eyes only to find her gone. He blinked in confusion and then turned his head just in time to see the raven black tresses wisp out of view.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he was out of his seat and had his hand pressed against the glass of the window. Her body was easy to pick out among the crowd. She was already across the street, hair flowing behind her with every smooth step. The sunlight seemed to have a dazzling effect on her skin.

You have to know her name, he thought. He grabbed a couple of bills and just threw them on his table while on his way out of the door, following in her footsteps. He took long strides after her, his heart beginning to race, and he eventually broke out into a jog. He continued to follow and jog until the crowd began to thin and disperse and he could see her clearly. He slowed down to match her pace, and rose his hand out to her again. He could almost touch her black locks.

Suddenly and without warning, she stopped and turned around. He felt and watched her run into his own body and then back away quickly. She looked up to him and just stared at him. He could feel his cheeks burning again. But he never tore his eyes away. And he was thankful that neither did she. She just took about one more step back, her eyes still slightly widened, but most definitely were confused.

"Erm… hi…." He failed to bring forth a smile. But she still had her eyes locked with his. "…You may find this a bit wild and I'm trying not to make this sound like I'm a completely insane jerk, but… what's your name?"

He could see the slight amazed look on her face and it was still there as she furrowed her brow in confusion. He watched as she moved her eyes up, down, left, right in order to look at him closely enough. He could almost tell that she thought he was mad and clearly out of his mind. His face probably couldn't spell anymore despair and let down. He turned to leave.

"Neori." She had grabbed his arm lightly and said it. He turned around to look at her, into her eyes again. He loved her eyes. "My name… is Neori."

"Please Tell Me"
END
by
Ravage Blue
11-26-05

So, some of you may be wondering, "what the hell is this piece of crap?" Well, I'll tell you. I have a small collection of short stories that I have hand written myself. And I thought it would be interesting to put them up here, so that I can preserve them in ink. I have them all in chronological order, as of right now, or until I right another. They all just follow some of my characters, but for the most part they remain nameless. I try not to put their names in or too much description. I almost want the reader to kind of create their own version out of nothing. In all honesty, this derives from some fan-created characters from a show I watch. Some of teh shorts are indeed fanfictions and I may put them there, but as of now, It's safe to put up the following:

Anything At All
But If You Never
A Forgotten Promise
You Weren't There
Exceeding Expectations (I think)
Simplicity Of A Family (I think)
Only A Dream
To End all Suffering

All are about three or two pages long, front and back and I have every intention of putting them up here. So you may want to watch out for them. I can also provide a neat little BackGround story for some if you like. Only by request though, and I hardly expect any feedback, but I can try, right?

later peeps

until next chapter

your relentless authoress

Ravage Blue