Tade and Durante. They haven't made their appearance in the story yet, and with Tade and Durante supposedly NOT thinking at the same plane as normal people would, it's really hard to grasp their character. Tade, I kiiiinda had to make him a bit OOC, and the same for Durante, whose personality, as far as I'm concerned... I don't know. Based on Chira's description, Durante is very shy and barely talked when he was a kid. Speaking shamelessly here, that kinda reminded me of who I was when I was in elementary school. Ppl thought I was from remedial class because I didn't say anything when they asked me what my name was. And, I remember running down the street in thick coat, like a penguin who's also a terrible accident-prone (I've stepped on my own shoelace and sent myself flying, for one, but I figured Durante is a lot more alert than I was, therefore, not an accident-prone, but I still picture him walking like a penguin when he's a kid. Don't ask)
Long story short... what was supposed to be an effort to be faithful to the characters... turned into a shameless self-insert. -_-
After asking Chira questions about Tade and Durante, I figured that they'd make a decent "couple". NOT ROMANTIC COUPLE. But, just... couple. Those of you who watched Revolutionary Girl Utena, I figured it's something like what Utena and Anthy shared. And, hey! It kinda works because Utena's a straight girl and Anthy's... blank.
Anyways, without further ado, here's my last-minute attempt at a Valentine fanfic for Sfeer Theory. I still suck at verb tense consistency. Please, do point out parts of the writings that don't make sense to you.
I need to sleep nao. PCR tomorrow @ 7 :(
The sun of February, the dangerous, flaming ball hanging high above the sky, didn’t seem to be doing its job today. It’s bright and yellow as usual, but its heat failed to penetrate the atmosphere as the people down on earth only felt the brutally cold breezes waltzing on the street every once in a while.
Why does it matter?
It doesn’t. Not to him.
Well, not entirely. Half an hour of bright sun and cold wind is a recipe for headache for just about anybody. Why would it be an exception for little Durante?
He probably felt the pounding from the inside of his temples, and it’s probably irritating. But, even if that was the case, he face wouldn’t reveal any sign of that, and his lips glued shut. Actually, he hasn’t been talking to anyone a year since he woke up from that death-like comatose of his. Just last week, a female guest of the Uitspan manor spotted the little one taking his tiny steps across the hallway, found him to be, and quote, “Just absolutely the most adorable thing I have seen in days”, decided to approach Durante and asked him what his name was.
And the boy just looked up at her and did nothing else but stare.
Those who don’t know him will probably think that he’s either mute or mentally challenged. No, wait, if he was taken in by Balzac as a student, there was no way he was dumb.
Still, that does not change the fact that the boy was not exactly a social butterfly. Definitely nothing like his grandfather Dante, whose power once posed a great threat to the empire. People would probably find it more believable if someone tells them that Durante was actually adopted by Dante’s descendants.
Regardless, there’s Dante’s descendant, scurrying down the street, wrapped in his wooly brown coat, his wooly yellow scarf, and his wooly, somewhat discolored, brown pants.
Meanwhile, a group of children played kickball on the street, and one of the boys knocked the ball with a little too much force from his head.
“Watch out!” the boy screamed at the little brown thing currently targeted by the ball from the sky.
Only the ball did not land squarely on Durante’s little noggin like the boy had expected and feared because immediately after the boy’s yell, Durante stopped in his track. Just a few more steps, and he would have walked right into the trajectory of a red leathery sphere about the size of his own head.
And there he stood as if he was a little, leafless bush rooted to the ground. Few seconds later, he picked up his feet and started walking again.
“Little help?” Either he did not hear the boy’s request, or he just didn’t care. Durante was already miles away from them. Well, his mind always seemed to be, at least.
And, there he was, walking in his little steps like he always had been
Except… he’s picking up the pace. Just a little.
“Vroom- zzzssshhtt~” A car drove down the road and incidentally drove onto a puddle of melted snow as it passed by Durante.
Well, everyone has their moments.
At this time, part of his coat had a darker shade of brown, the left side of his face covered in freezing waterdrops, with some slowly crawling down the strands of his hair, leaving the same icy touch on his scalp. Roughly rubbing his face with the dry area of his sleeve, he then clutched hands together even tighter, his back hunched, and off he went again.
Just then, his half-lidded eyes widened, and he started jogg- well, more like speed-walking. Obviously, something out of the many wonders of the world captured the attention of quiet, apathetic Durante.
After walking a few more blocks, the boy stopped before the door of a townhouse. Could use some renovation. Some paint, maybe. Or at least have the windows fixed, what with it being rusty and crooked and, one day, probably going to drop and crush the skull of some poor soul.
Durante looked at the door for several minutes. Then, as if the world had just started to slow down completely, he reached for the doorknob with his trembling right hand. Very carefully, but very surely.
“NnPahh!!” Actually, no need to bother, it just got jerked open, which in turn caused Durante to jump back. Thank goodness only the soles of his feet were in the air, otherwise, he’d have fallen off the stairs. It’s only five steps, but with the staircases made out of bricks, and the street out of pebbles, that still would have hurt.
Coming out of the building was a woman wearing a shoulder-less purple dress somewhat tattered at the rim of the skirt, and holding a fan with puffy frills decorated at the top edge… And, from the looks of it, she’s definitely above her 30’s. Maybe even 50’s. With all that white powder she applied to her face, it only brought out the folds of skin on her forehead and her cheeks and made them appear more revolting. And, her choice of lipstick, well, there’s no need to go that far.
Behind her, there’s an annoying mix of loud piano-playing, giggling fits, wild laughs, and, my-oh-my, a good number of girlish screams.
There’s a hunched back little boy standing before a brothel.
A boy at least 10 years too young to be anywhere near a brothel.
What the hell’s he doing here?
The woman turned her head and asked, “One of you got a kid for a client here?! "
“That would be me!” It was the voice of a man, odd, that, “Sorry, I just went to borrow your toilet, and then he just disappeared on me!”
“You keep watch of you belonging, Tade! Who knows what could be coming after little kids these days!” She then turned to Durante, “He’ll be right out. I got to get back to work.” Durante said nothing in response as the woman returned to the crowd.
After several more minutes of listening to the noises from indoors, a lean, tall man in reddish-orange hair came out and pulled the door shut behind him.
And then the noises were gone.
“Hey, little buddy, where’d you run off to?” Tade grinned as Durante stepped forward and reached for the long slacks in front of him. In a matter of seconds, there’s a brown koala clutching onto Tade’s pants as if he’s holding onto his dear life.
“U-um…” Durante reaches into his coat pocket with his right hand, “here.” He pulled out a small black bag the size of the little boy’s fist. The bag’s nothing fancy, but there’s a red ribbon that tied up the opening rather neatly.
“Ooh, you got me something nice?” Durante passed the bag onto the big palm just a few inches above his head. Upon receiving the bag, Tade pulled the ribbon to take a peek at what’s inside.
It’s a small truffle. Or at least it was truffle. The pocket was probably a little bit too warm for the chocolate.
“I never gotten the chance to say thanks,” what came out of Durante’s mouth sounded like a mosquito’s murmur, “so… yeah.”
Tade looks at the melted glob inside the small bag, then he shifted his glance at the backpack slung around his shoulder, then at little Durante who’s straining his neck to look up at him.
“I got a lot more chocolate here, it’s gonna be too much for me to eat them all.” Tade gives Durante a warm smile, “Unless you want some, too?”
For a second there, Durante’s eyes lit up, “Okay!”----------------------------------------
Man that was short fic O_O Whether you liked it or not, I thank you for having bothered to get this far.
And an awesome Valentine (or Chinese New Year) to you all!