The Senkensha: Part 2

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The Senkensha: Part 1  [E] #1458017 Genres: Fantasy - Mystery - Supernatural by Charamer

Chapter 2: Haru

         This city was one of the loudest I’ve been to in years, and my ears were ringing unbelievably. I took a deep breath and sighed, releasing the air. I centered my thoughts, and that was when I noticed a gruff voice call out, “Watch where you’re going!”
         I whipped around and watched as a girl, around fifteen years old, walked through the street, walking in the path of everyone, not minding a soul. “She must be blind,” said one woman behind me.
         I clutched my hand over my chest, feeling the urge very strongly for the first time. It’s never been this strong. “K-Kanon,” I managed. I froze, not knowing what words just formed on my lips. I gave a grunt and turned my back on the seemingly blind girl in rags. It was none of my business.
         I took one step further and couldn’t find the strength to go any farther. I sighed, turning to look at her once more. I pushed down my sunglasses, and propped up my collar. It couldn’t hurt much to follow her.

         I got too close, I realized, feeling my heart tighten to the point, I found it difficult to breathe evenly. She was even more beautiful than my memories showed. Her hair was light brown and even with the curls, tangled from lack of care, and the darkish color, it still looked pale, like her skin. Her eyes were a deep black violet with no pupils at all, giving her the impression of a blind person. It seemed that she couldn’t hear anything either.
         Why am I so attracted to this girl? I wondered, sweating. The urge is getting stronger. The blood pumping through my veins was boiling underneath my skin, and before I could control myself, I found myself calling, “Lady Kanon, what are you doing here?!”
         I blushed instantly, but gave a relieved sigh, knowing full well that this girl couldn’t hear me. The surprising part was when with a blank look on her face, she turned around to look at me. “K-Kanon?” she asked in a surprisingly soft voice. It sounded as though she spoke very little with the slight roughness in her tone. My face flushed even redder than I thought possible and just as I opened my mouth she asked, “Are you an incubus?”
         I couldn’t help laughing, at which she gave me a startled look. “If you want me to be,” I responded, trying to rid myself of the grin. She cocked her head to the side slightly, examining me. I held my breath, realizing that she didn’t understand. “No. I’m human, of course.”
         Her eyes widened. “A human?!” she cried, and I flushed redder, looking over my shoulder at the curious faces. “You’re human!”
         I put a finger over my lips. “Shh! There are too many people around to be screaming so loud.”
         Her voice shrunk, as I gave a relieved sigh, checking to see if they were still staring at us. When I glanced back at her, she was giving me an intense look. Without warning she reached out, and her fingers brushed against my cheek, holding my face. “Wh-What are you doing?” I whispered, sure she could feel my blood boiling.
          “I’ve… never seen a human before…” she murmured, tracing every feature of my face. Her skin was amazingly soft for a girl who has been out on the streets so long. I tried my hardest to be still. She whispered, “Can you see me?”
          “Yes. Of course.”
          “What do I look like?”
         I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d taken. “Beautiful,” I said without thinking. It wasn’t much of a surprise that red flushed against my cheeks. What surprised me was that her face flushed as well. I took her hands, holding them. “There are too many people here. Let’s go somewhere quieter.”
         I led her ahead, and watched her very carefully as we walked. Her eyes followed me and the ground. Nothing else. She really can’t see the others. She can’t even see herself. “You called me Kanon,” she told me, studying my face again.
          “Isn’t that your name?” I asked, surprised.
          “They call me Isleen,” she responded.
         I lingered a moment before allowing myself to ask, “Who is they?”
          “The human. The creatures.”
         I arched an eyebrow. “There is so much I want to know about you… Isleen.”
          “Likewise,” she said with a soft smile. Just that smile, and she almost made me freeze as I walked across traffic. I shook my head, snapping out of it. “What do they call you?”
          “Um…Sebastian, but I believe it would be best for you to call me Haru.”
          “Why?”
         The urge, which had disappeared for a while, had just come back, and I couldn’t help flinching at the sharp pain in my chest. “I just… believe it is better to call me that.”
          “…Then call me Kanon,” she said, avoiding my eyes. I gazed at her for the longest time.
         The urge. She made the urge stronger every time. The urge to protect.

Chapter 3: Isleen

         I understood the path that he took, he was headed to the park. I was too curious to warn him of the creatures. “Do all humans look like you?”
          “Not exactly,” he murmured, his path crooked, probably dodging the humans that were not seen through my eyes. “I’m a bit different from your average human.” His eyes found mine once again. “And you are human, right?”
          “I am told.”
          “By who?”
          “The creatures.”
         He lingered. “What creatures?”
          “The fairies and the others. Elves. Gnomes. There are too many to list.”
          “You can’t see humans…but you see… creatures, right?”
          “Do you know of them?” I asked, gripping tighter onto his arm. “Do you see them?”
         Once again, his face went a strange red, probably a human function that I didn’t understand, as he responded, “I do not see them, but I’ve heard of them.”
         I looked past his head towards the park, and excitedly, I ran ahead, dragging him with me. “Hey!” he cried, struggling to follow after me. “Oh, sorry! Sorry!” he cried, apologizing to the humans, but I was much too excited to stop.
         I could finally hear voices besides his and mine. “Haru! Can you hear them?! They’re speaking of you!”
          “Slow down, Kanon! Please!” he begged, as I pulled to a halt in front of the great oak tree in the middle of the park. He released my hand, sinking to his feet. He caught his breath while I looked frantically to the branches for our new arrivals.
          “The elves, Haru! The elves!”
          “What elves?”
         I turned to him, blinking. “Can’t you hear them?”
          “I’m sorry, Kanon,” was his response, with an apologetic look. I froze, staring at the human. What was I thinking? The humans could see me, but I couldn’t see them. The creatures and I could see each other. What if he was my opposite? The part of me that the humans and creatures could see, but could not speak to the creatures.
          “We’re the border…”
         He frowned, not understanding. “What?”
          “We’re the only ones that can speak to each other. You can’t see the creatures. I can’t see the humans, but we can see each other. We connect the humans and creatures.”
         He scratched his head as a nearby grass nymph pulled at his hair. I frowned, putting my hands up. “Don’t touch him! Leave him alone!” She scurried away, as he looked over his shoulder.
          “A creature?” he guessed, and I nodded.
          “What do we do now?” I asked, softly, unsure of what to say.
         He sat, folding his legs and leaned towards me with his translucent blue eyes. “Tell me everything about you. I want to know.”
          “Then likewise you.”
         I told him of the one human I was in contact with and the way we communicated. About the drawing, the books. My name. I told him of Moonmist and the many other creatures. And as I spoke the most I ever had, the sun had set and it was dark, but his eyes never left me, still attentive. And I knew I loved speaking. I couldn’t stop. I told him of the miniscule things, just because I’d never had the chance to say before. I told him how I hated the sound of metal against metal, and how the elves stole from me. How I loved water and listening to the nymphs’ music. How I missed drawing and the basement, my room.
         And he spoke too, just as delighted. He told me of the humans and how they get around. By cars and trains and buses. Ships and planes and bicycles. I understood very little, but I enjoyed listening. He told me about the currency that they used, and the items that they buy. He mentioned human stores, the places that were too silent for me to bear, and malls that were deadly in silence. Haru explained the feeling of flight on an airplane and how it felt like your stomach would heave, and when he spoke, I noticed the fairies and nymphs, gathered around us, some keeping distance and others staying close. They were more fascinated in this human than ever before. I understood that he wasn’t normal.
         Haru suddenly stopped in the middle of a glorious story about something that they called a school, when he looked down at his wrist, towards a metal contraption. “It’s midnight! Time flies, Kanon.”
          “Are you leaving?” I asked, disappointed, and the fairies and nymphs let out moans, and pulled on his shirt, which from the look on his face, I’m sure he felt. “Release,” I commanded, and they did so.
         He lingered, standing up. “You have to come with me, Kanon.” He held his hand out to me. “Please come with me.”
         I hesitated, staring at the big hands that were motioning for me. I stared at the creatures, who chattered excitedly, some already wishing me a safe trip. I caught Moonmist in the midst of it all. “Go, Isleen. Go.”
         Tears sparked at me, and I jumped up, throwing my arms around him. “I’ll come,” I whispered, feeling his face go hot.

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The Senkensha: Part 3  [E] #1509970 Genres: Fantasy - Mystery - Supernatural by Charamer