A Missing {Key} To This Tower // Stare VT
Sept 2, 2015 21:01:23 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Sept 2, 2015 21:01:23 GMT -5
kirito
victor of the 70th hunger games
Even before the wheels began to spin and the glimmering golden beaches of District Four grew ever further away Kirito could hear it. At first it was subtle, but with every tree, rock, and building the train passed it grew louder. Even with the television volume maximized the unholy crescendo continued to grow until a fortissimo of pure unbearable torture. One sound so loud it caused Kirito to encase his head within his pillow only to find it even louder.
Tick. Tock.
Every single second Kirito could hear passing by as his body grew closer and closer to its heart. He was nearing the place where all the time flowed through. A place that no longer had its overseer to ensure time didn't spiral into sheer chaos. Only weeks before she had been alive and well. Now she was dead and cold deep within the darkness of the soil.
Kirito's fingers wrapped themselves around the golden key necklace that hung gently on his neck. With every groove his fingers ran over a vision of the true Key blinked before his eyes. Memories of love and of hate. Of friendship and of rivalry. Of life and of death. All danced happily along to the vicious tune of her ticking clock.
Sounds of ruckus filtered into the cacophonous symphony as voices rang through the train car hallway. Thunderous thuds of Finter's hand echoed from the door as Kirito pulled the phantom of himself from the sheets of his bed. The chilling grips of morning clutched Kirito's body as he reluctantly pulled the door opened as he was devoured into another routine of his servitude to the Capitol.
Squawks from his styling team about this color or this texture pierced Kirito's ears but did not even dent the shield of the ticking. Across the room Kirito could see Key looking at him with sorrowful eyes. Figment of his imagination or not Kirito would be taking her home today, a gift she could have easily obtained. A gift Kirito had stolen from her and twenty two others.
Pain licked across Kirito's arm as Zell pinched him checking for his approval on their latest creation in fashion. Kirito felt his eye brows rising at the smokey grey suit with orange embroidery to match its orange tie. By far Kirito hated this outfit the most however he never dare to tell them. He would rather look like a fancy fool instead of having to undergo the process of preparing a whole new look. One round with his styling team a day was plenty for his liking.
Whistles from the breaks of the train signified that they had finally arrived in District Three. Yet Kirito found himself paralyzed by fear as Finter pushed him out of the train. All around him, in every clock and every factory window he could see her staring back at him. Her eyes boring deep into his core with one question that he never could answer, Why? It was the same one she herself could not answer deep with the deafening caverns of the sewer systems. The same question that drove their lips together in a final encounter.
Kirito had believed he would never lay his eyes upon Key except for in the privacy of his visions, however. as normal he was proven wrong. As millions of eyes sent walls of hate to enclose him Kirito could only find one pair, Key's. Shining brightly broad casted in front of all the district and specifically him to see she was there. Kirito never got the chance to tell her but she always was beautiful, even in death.
A moment of static sprawled across the crowd like a wave as Kirito's voice subsequently followed. "Hello to you all, as many if not all of you know I am Kirito Miristioma, Victor of the Seventieth Hunger Games Quell. However I did not come her today to speak about myself but instead about Key. When I first met Key I knew she was special beyond compare. Not only that but she was brilliant and probably the envy of nearly every tribute. However though I abused the friendship we had when I killed her ally in the bloodbath. Many can argue and say what they wish but fact is fact. From their the hatred between us grew into a massive feud. Yet this feud drove us to carry on and to continue for as long as we could. However as I stand here today I know one thing. I don't believe I ever truly hated Key, in truth I believe I needed her. In the end she was the final one I had in that arena. So when she died my caring did as well which pushed me on to win. Due to that I stand here today proudly to say I would not have been here without her. I will go on everyday always remembering her. She was the Key to anything and everything. A Key that was broken far to soon, thank you."
Claps and even some cheers followed Kirito as the doors separated him from the entirety of District Three. Even within the sanctions of the Justice Building something twisted Kirito's stomach. There was something he had to do for Key, he just had to. Lucky for him he had just the idea in mind as he took off quickly into the streets of District Three.
About half an hour later Kirito stood in the crisp night air beneath the illuminating glow of Key's clock tower. Just as she had told him Kirito could see the clock was precisely one minuted behind. It was the reason she tried to give him for returning back home. It was a promise Kirito now intended to carry out. However even with his hand raised in a fist to the door he couldn't knock. Kirito couldn't begin to imagine facing her uncle. Kirito was here and not Key and now he was ready to just barge in, real classy Kirito, real classy. However Kirito would not be beaten by a single door, for Key he had to do it. So shakily Kirito took a deep breath as his knock bounced through the quiet night's air.
There is a Key to every gate and every exit,Tick. Tock.
Every single second Kirito could hear passing by as his body grew closer and closer to its heart. He was nearing the place where all the time flowed through. A place that no longer had its overseer to ensure time didn't spiral into sheer chaos. Only weeks before she had been alive and well. Now she was dead and cold deep within the darkness of the soil.
Kirito's fingers wrapped themselves around the golden key necklace that hung gently on his neck. With every groove his fingers ran over a vision of the true Key blinked before his eyes. Memories of love and of hate. Of friendship and of rivalry. Of life and of death. All danced happily along to the vicious tune of her ticking clock.
Sounds of ruckus filtered into the cacophonous symphony as voices rang through the train car hallway. Thunderous thuds of Finter's hand echoed from the door as Kirito pulled the phantom of himself from the sheets of his bed. The chilling grips of morning clutched Kirito's body as he reluctantly pulled the door opened as he was devoured into another routine of his servitude to the Capitol.
Squawks from his styling team about this color or this texture pierced Kirito's ears but did not even dent the shield of the ticking. Across the room Kirito could see Key looking at him with sorrowful eyes. Figment of his imagination or not Kirito would be taking her home today, a gift she could have easily obtained. A gift Kirito had stolen from her and twenty two others.
Pain licked across Kirito's arm as Zell pinched him checking for his approval on their latest creation in fashion. Kirito felt his eye brows rising at the smokey grey suit with orange embroidery to match its orange tie. By far Kirito hated this outfit the most however he never dare to tell them. He would rather look like a fancy fool instead of having to undergo the process of preparing a whole new look. One round with his styling team a day was plenty for his liking.
Whistles from the breaks of the train signified that they had finally arrived in District Three. Yet Kirito found himself paralyzed by fear as Finter pushed him out of the train. All around him, in every clock and every factory window he could see her staring back at him. Her eyes boring deep into his core with one question that he never could answer, Why? It was the same one she herself could not answer deep with the deafening caverns of the sewer systems. The same question that drove their lips together in a final encounter.
Kirito had believed he would never lay his eyes upon Key except for in the privacy of his visions, however. as normal he was proven wrong. As millions of eyes sent walls of hate to enclose him Kirito could only find one pair, Key's. Shining brightly broad casted in front of all the district and specifically him to see she was there. Kirito never got the chance to tell her but she always was beautiful, even in death.
A moment of static sprawled across the crowd like a wave as Kirito's voice subsequently followed. "Hello to you all, as many if not all of you know I am Kirito Miristioma, Victor of the Seventieth Hunger Games Quell. However I did not come her today to speak about myself but instead about Key. When I first met Key I knew she was special beyond compare. Not only that but she was brilliant and probably the envy of nearly every tribute. However though I abused the friendship we had when I killed her ally in the bloodbath. Many can argue and say what they wish but fact is fact. From their the hatred between us grew into a massive feud. Yet this feud drove us to carry on and to continue for as long as we could. However as I stand here today I know one thing. I don't believe I ever truly hated Key, in truth I believe I needed her. In the end she was the final one I had in that arena. So when she died my caring did as well which pushed me on to win. Due to that I stand here today proudly to say I would not have been here without her. I will go on everyday always remembering her. She was the Key to anything and everything. A Key that was broken far to soon, thank you."
Claps and even some cheers followed Kirito as the doors separated him from the entirety of District Three. Even within the sanctions of the Justice Building something twisted Kirito's stomach. There was something he had to do for Key, he just had to. Lucky for him he had just the idea in mind as he took off quickly into the streets of District Three.
About half an hour later Kirito stood in the crisp night air beneath the illuminating glow of Key's clock tower. Just as she had told him Kirito could see the clock was precisely one minuted behind. It was the reason she tried to give him for returning back home. It was a promise Kirito now intended to carry out. However even with his hand raised in a fist to the door he couldn't knock. Kirito couldn't begin to imagine facing her uncle. Kirito was here and not Key and now he was ready to just barge in, real classy Kirito, real classy. However Kirito would not be beaten by a single door, for Key he had to do it. So shakily Kirito took a deep breath as his knock bounced through the quiet night's air.
yet every Key has its own cost.
