Love is our Resistance

[Asphyxia]

I love going to the park. A voice belonging to a pretty little brunette with big brown eyes and a healthily tanned skin, parading herself with her high school sweetheart, tied hand by hand and bonded by their rubbing sides as they walked along the treading walkway leading towards a lush, grassy, open field where other couples lounged around their blankets, kids raced around and parents chuckled and their faces gleamed with undying happiness and family content.
I'm glad you're enjoying our anniversary get out. The masculine voice tied to the first female tone replied, his eyes glistening with the love held profusely for her. His right had had been carrying around a white blanket, and once they reached a sunny, preferred open spot, he proceeded to lay it neatly across the flecks of plant life before pulling his girlfriend to him in an embracing hug.
High strung noises and spirited, chipper emotions swirled around the crisp, relaxing air as they bathed in the sun with their sporting events while others gathered in an orderly line to fill their hearts content and thirsty desires with ice cream for the heating events. Others brought their own beverages in a variety of blue and red coolers, which some produced sweating bottles of water or other refreshments to satiate their thirsty buds. Some people were in need to have a get out and they found it in the wrong places, but the cultured people always had an excuse to bustle into the park for frivolous events like a field day or an interacting party as an excuse to be in the park. Lovers enjoyed the simpler things in life and these grounds offered the first row seats to an open, beautifully painted sunset when they stayed for enough hours to be witness of such a natural event. Others only enjoyed the wonders of the air bristling through their hair and the fine, silky caress of the grass against their skin when they took a relaxed moment in it's public openness.

Far off the field to the right, a few good feet away from the ice cream trailer, settled around the brim of trees that narrowed into the pathway that led to the open field of the park was an oak, picnic bench table, occupied by a lonely, unusually tall man, thin man. His lanky figure was facing the field with his elbows leaned on the table top and in his mouth had been a cigarette he had been smoking for the past minute or so. His blue eyes scanned around with a casual look, his movements graceful but meant. His darker blond hair was tied up in a messy pony tail and a fitting black tee shirt slightly rode up his slim stomach, exposing an inch of his fair coloured skin. Causing the blues to disappear, his hand traveled to his mouth, pinching the cancer stick in between his index and middle finger, letting the smoke blow from his lips and swirl into the clean, vegetated air. His other hand reached over the wooden table and slid over the horizontal surface before his digits felt the familiar frilly poof fabric. As his hand engulfed over the flecks of feather, the fingers traveled over the actual polyester fabric to grab a handful and gather it over his lap for some unusual comfort and patience.
Blues followed around in scattered lines as the kids kept scampering about in different directions but skipped over their heads gradually from time to time in terms of finding something he had been looking for, a familiar face. The particular child whose age should really be that of an older boy wasn't here, and the big, feline eyes weren't haunting his peripheral but clearly his vision. The boy in his mind was so delicate, so feminine and so... simply cute. The memory hadn't escaped his mind and he couldn't possibly run from away anymore. It was time, his face had to be shown.
Taking back the burning cigarette into his mouth, the hand paused halfway so his thumb could replace the hold of the middle finger and said finger would slide atop the stick and slightly tap it near the bud, flicking off unwanted ember that was already turning into dried, gray ash. At this moment, beverages weren't satisfactory and ice cream didn't have that usual appeal. His frame slunk further into the bench, causing the shoulders to slide with a casual intent and his legs to cross over each other in a comfier position for his daily watch. His blues skipped over his glistening, brown shoes to steal a glance over his watch, watching the placing hands on each indicated number. It was a little over noon now, and time wasn't going faster. His heart began to race a little at the familiar thought that took another ghostly haunt over his blind mind. He couldn't blink the image away, and the slight discomfort of his heart tingling in that way caused his free hand to distract itself from accommodating his glasses before they neatly swerved through his cheek and brushed aside stray golden locks of his hair over his hair to no avail. They kept falling back to give his already too slender face a new edging contour.

[Dara]

Soft midnight eyes looked up at the clock. Twelve o clock, Lunchtime. A time for meeting friends, the midday meal. The end of school on a half day. For the small feline it was just simply the last. School was over for the day and the rest of the day his. Leaving classmates and school buildings behind there was few choices for him to make. Home to mother.Mother the women that was supposed to care for him, yet this morning had yelled and screamed, complained that he wasn't really him.In the haste to leave he had forgotten his meager lunch.
To which his empty belly would soon remind him. It would be ignored as so often was.

Not going home left one other option. The park. It held an allure for him. It was nice to observe the daily life that happened at the park. The lovers, the people at play, those that brought picnics with them On the rarest of Occasions he had the coins to buy an ice from the Ice cream man .

Entering the park,Ritsuka made his way past the different people , past the one that was waiting for him. His destination was the bench near the play-park. It was there he found had the best views, of almost every thing that happened there. Placing his bag on the bench he took one longly look at the van before sitting down, waiting for someone or something to catch his eye

[Asphyxia]

The feline sparkling blues took a scan in a different directions in hopes of finding the little neko wedged between a filed line of people trying to fill their desires with frozen cold marble flavoured and sold at the stand. While that wasn't helping, the eyes darted to the more outward parts of the field, taking a lining sweep across, scanning above the other running children. He had examined these faces at least a hundred times to remember the resemblance in the distinct hair colors, silhouette and skin tone luscious under the heated rays of the sun. Finding some distasteful disappointment in this, his fingers took the liberty to flick the cigarette on the concrete beneath his bench and stomp his glinting moccasin over it, giving it one hard twist to the right, reassuring himself it'd be put out by the time he mashed it against the plane surfaces of the floor and the sole of his shoe. His entertainment had decreased, twirling himself around only to find a new face placed upon the bench, the familiar face he was looking for. The features stung a fluttering pang inside his stomach, the registering image of someone well-known but in smaller size. His lips automatically pulled from their thin line into a dancing smile, giving a new beam to his features. "Hello, Ritsuka." The emphasize in his "hello" had a strange longing along the first vowel, dragging the sound further than it should before his elbows took a claim over the wood once again, his arms uniting underneath his chin before it took a rest on the surface. His cerulean orbs had disappeared behind the thin film of his fair skin, shaping themselves into an arch of happiness. The neko most likely did not remember him or seeing him at all. The expressions of an older person inside a child lingered across his features although they had a feminine possession, giving him the extra perks of cuteness and that naive tinge usually hinted into a child's face. Although his expressions kept all a relaxed seriousness, Soubi knew all the troubles the poor little cat had gone through. Well, those were the stories he was so hastily informed by Ritsuka's older deceased brother. "No school today?" The adult interrupted his own thoughtful concentration over the glorious smaller boy, his eyes still concealed behind the layer of lids covering over his eyeballs, the gleam still plastered graciously over his overall facial expression.

[Dara]

The young boy jumped to his feet, the moment the older male spoke the first syllable. He stared at the older male for a few moments,waiting for some memory to trigger, a remembrance that would never come. Had he ever met the taller male before his tenth birthday, he wouldn't remember it, all the memories were lost to him. There was nothing for it but to ask in his usual brusque manner. "Who are you? Eyes were narrowed in suspicion. The only grown ups that seem to harass the boy were teachers, his psychologist, and occasionally his mother."How do I know you?" The second question as important to the neko, means of association helped him remember things ,that and the answer would give him a chance to figure out if he was friend or foe.
"It's a half day" He answered in the same ways as before. Why he had even answered the question bewildered the young feline boy. "Why aren't you in work or whatever it is you do?" He asked firing the question back towards the older male, waiting to see what the answer would be.After all Soubi didn't fit any of the profiles of those that came to the park.And Ritsuka was greedy for any information he could get, and it would take his mind of his empty stomach.