In The Absence Of The Moon	  

Thanks to Anagi and LoydeH for their speedy betaing. :) I think this is
the darkest piece of fic I ever wrote and my first piece with anything
resembling slash, so comments would be welcome. Make that VERY welcome.
 
 Warning: A hint of spoilers for Ladies Man, and it may or may not involve
a major character's death, depending if I have any ideas for a sequel. And
as I said, a VERY dark piece. And for those of you who don't really like
slash, you might want to keep away tho I don't think there's really much
of it here.
 
 Rate: I have no idea, do you?? Hmm...maybe a PG-13 or R. 

Disclaimers: Not mine, no money and if you do sue, all you'll get is a
couple of CDs and a whole stack of Law books and notes. No point right??
:) 

March 99 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ In The Absence Of
The Moon
 By Eugenie Chua A lone figure sat beside the window, observing the storm
outside while an internal storm was raging in his own heart at the same
time. There was supposed to be a full moon tonight, but the storm clouds
must have curtained it. The soft melody of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata
started to play in the background, filling the dark apartment with music
that oddly fit the atmosphere. A song of a moon for a night without it. In
his mind's eye, he saw his life flash by. Events that had lead him to this
point in a life that wasn't even his own to begin with, to this moment,
alone in his apartment with his thoughts. Contemplating the purpose of
life, of his life. Why am I even here?! he found himself thinking. What am
I doing? I used to know who I am, now I can't answer the question. Who am
*I*?! If he'd voiced out his thoughts, the last question would be a
desperate plea for an answer. He didn't know who he was, he wasn't sure of
anything anymore except that he was in love and he had nearly killed a
person earlier that day. Love. That was something he needed badly and it
was the one thing that he did not have. He was in love with his friend,
probably his best friend in his life, who was also his working partner. He
had been for sometime. He'd finally told his friend the truth about his
feelings, even though he didn't expect him to return his feelings, it
still hurt to hear it for himself. The pain got worse as the weeks went by
with both of them acting as if nothing out of the usual had happened.  He
thought that he could get over it, that it would be less painful as time
passed, that time would dull his senses and he could get on with his
miserable life. But the truth could not be further from it. He could not
do it. The pain got worse every time the pair of blue eyes looked in his
direction, it got worse every time he smiled at him. Basically everything
he did hurt him.  Life had stopped for him the day the words "I'm sorry"
left those beautiful lips. And to think that he, a lifeless piece of
shell, had nearly made someone pay the ultimate price for a crime she did
not commit. . . A bitter laugh escaped his lips while tears streamed down
his cheeks. He picked up a piece of glass near his feet, a result of his
outburst earlier in the evening, looking into it, he found a stranger
staring back. He closed his eyes, unwilling to look into those haunted
eyes that reflected his soul. Everything would be all right, he told
himself. Everything would be all right. When the music eventually ended, a
flash of lightning lit up the apartment. Pieces of glass glittered on the
carpeted floor, like the stars that were supposed to blanket the night
sky, soaking in blood still dripping from the wrist of the limp form in
the chair. . .   THE END 

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