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31_days2005-08-06 11:21 pm
incandescens) wrote in 31_days2005-08-06 11:21 pm
[August 6th] [GetBackers] once out of nature
Title: once out of nature
Day/Theme: August 6th: to the lords and ladies of Byzantium
Series: GetBackers
Character/Pairing: Makubex
Rating: G
Makubex looked at where Sakura slept in the corner. He had pushed her, had pushed all of them to complete the project in time. She could rest now. And it grieved him, truly it did, to think of her feelings when she woke to find him gone; but she had wanted him to be free, and perhaps in time that would console her.
He stretched for one last time, feeling the muscles in his chest and arms tighten and release, tasting the dusty air. Then he began to plug in the datajacks; his wrists, his collarbone, and the base of his neck. He laid his scarf beside the keyboard. He would not need it any more.
Perhaps he wasn't a boy. He was more. He was a mind. He was an intelligence. He would go where such things went, and take a new form, a better form to sing his logic and his sciences there.
The program started. He leaned his head forward and closed his eyes.
His body was dust on the air, was graphics on emptiness, was gone, but he himself, the true Makubex, flew out of his cage at last. He was a glory of sapphire and silver, spiralling on perfect wings of structure and mathematics up towards Babylon City, up towards the tower of light.
Day/Theme: August 6th: to the lords and ladies of Byzantium
Series: GetBackers
Character/Pairing: Makubex
Rating: G
Makubex looked at where Sakura slept in the corner. He had pushed her, had pushed all of them to complete the project in time. She could rest now. And it grieved him, truly it did, to think of her feelings when she woke to find him gone; but she had wanted him to be free, and perhaps in time that would console her.
He stretched for one last time, feeling the muscles in his chest and arms tighten and release, tasting the dusty air. Then he began to plug in the datajacks; his wrists, his collarbone, and the base of his neck. He laid his scarf beside the keyboard. He would not need it any more.
Perhaps he wasn't a boy. He was more. He was a mind. He was an intelligence. He would go where such things went, and take a new form, a better form to sing his logic and his sciences there.
The program started. He leaned his head forward and closed his eyes.
His body was dust on the air, was graphics on emptiness, was gone, but he himself, the true Makubex, flew out of his cage at last. He was a glory of sapphire and silver, spiralling on perfect wings of structure and mathematics up towards Babylon City, up towards the tower of light.