To Shadow Arashi
First Step Taken
Why he had called him, Kanon wondered, still sitting at a streetside table of the outdoor café in one of the most fashionable streets in Paris. Rhadamanthys would not show up after all. Why his desire to meet? Why had the other said he would be there?
Kanon looked at his wrist watch yet again. When he did, the man followed the hands of the watch bored. He looked up, and around him, then at the watch again. Where was Rhadamanthys?
Almost ten minutes had passed. The man had disregarded everything and everyone around him. A couple of minutes later, he was taking his watch off his wrist, and was ditching it to a side.
“Impatient?” Rhadamanthys sounded confident as always, which made Kanon smirk. “I’m sorry.” The blond man said, sitting in front of the other.
Kanon’s untouched Colombian coffee steam was still reaching his nose. He moved a little farther, moving his seat along with his body, that he leaned over the table, so as to be nearer to the other.
Rhadamanthys noticed it and did the same. His hands almost touching Kanon’s. He grinned, amused by the entire situation as if it were simply mockery from a God.
“Never thought you’d call.”
“Never thought you’d come.”
Nothing more was said for a while. Nothing else was important anymore. A long awaited moment. One neither of them had planned. It had just required one of them lifting the phone, dialling the numbers and the other one answering.
“Why Paris?”
“The City of Light, haven’t you heard Wyvern?”
“We’re everything but light, Kanon.”
“Precisely.”
Their sudden laughter filled them. Then it was silence again. Rhadamanthys moved his seat forward a second and Kanon looked at his watch again.
It was not moving anymore-
It was then that Rhadamanthys took his hands in his.
Continues on Light & Dark
Ariadne, December 25, 2005