Star night [Zasha]

Star Night, Star Bright....

Cyrus Looked up through the branches of the willow tree he was sitting under. It had been a most curious sight, a willow in the desert. He had found it on one of his walks, Wandering aimlessly through the city,Taking turns at random. He had just passed an old apartment complex when he found it, A small park, Just inside the Academy. It wasn't really a park even, Just a rounded-off section, up against a white-washed brick wall. The area was just big enough that the hanging Boughs of the tree were contained within its Grassy Realm.

He greatly enjoyed this spot, especially tonight, the wind coming down in between the buildings, the sky as clear as glass, showing the Stars in all their shining glory. He leaned against the tree, allowing himself to go back, to his family. To His father, A stern man who had fought tooth and nail for everything he had. To his brother, Just ten years old. Not old enough to understand the world, but was hell-bent on taking it on. A small laugh escaped his lips as he set his guitar and amp down, plugging in in his usual fashion. Though this time he wasn't playing for tips, just for himself. He pulled the small packet of Cigarretts that he had carried around for a while now, pulling one out with his teeth and lighting it. He took a small puff, then let it sit there as he plucked the first few notes, letting them ring as, as another rare coinsurance, began to sing.

Sometimes I feel that
IDon't Have a partner
Sometimes I feel like
My only Friend
Is the City I live in
The City of Angels
Lonely As I am
Together we fly

The cold breeze of the wind blew by the strange pink haired girl. With the wind drifted a beautiful sound. The music drifted to the young girl's making her turn around instantly. Zasha closed her eyes listening more, she wanted to know where that beautiful melody was coming from. Her legs just carried her through the places. Feeling drawn to the music somehow. her hand gliding over a wall. she smelt something fresh in the air like a tree. She entered the place listening to his sad song. She hide in the dark shadows of the place not wanting to disturb him. Closing her eyes listening to the lyrics made her a little sad. They were depressing lyrics but they still seemed to ring in her ears. She stayed a bit longer closing her eyes as she lend up against the wall. For being blind it sure was handy. She could hear his fingers graze over the strings of the guitar. Even with the Amp on she could still hear that other noise coming from the guitar itself. Even when they brisk over a different string. His voice was memorizing, she thought about millions of appearance's he must have. Tall, bulky, and even to small, lean.

The smell of intoxicating Cigarette smoke went through her nostrils. She remember that smell fondly. She remembered her grandmother smoking while hitting Tama when she got something wrong. It was difficult being a weapon to the Zody family, but all in all Tama seems to still have some room in her heart for the wicked old lady. Her back pressed closer to the wall as she hummed the melody softly to herself. Her eyes closed at all times. It was the same thing. Open or close all she could see was darkness. Her long wild pink hair blew in the wind as she stood there feeling the coldness creep up on her skin. Although Zasha was to into her surroundings then her own emotions. Hearing, Smelling, Tasting. She could make out the most simplest but hardest things going around the area. Her sense were enhanced because she was so much toned into listening to the person.

A calming memory passed by her mind. It was when she was very young and her mother was gone. Her father pulled out a grand piano. He would show her a simple song. A very dear song that Zasha still holds in her heart. Although just now she remembered that memory but that song was always there. It was called Pachelbel's Canon. It was slow and soft but easy to play on the piano. Zasha only remember this song because it was the only song her father taught her to play. When he stopped singing, She didn't weather to leave or give him money. Although she never moved from her spot. She stayed there debating whether or not she should go visit the musician.

And I don't Ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the Place I love
Take Me all the way
And I don't ever want to feel
Like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way

Cyrus saw her,walking along the wall, Her hair a light pink that had called out to him from the corner of his eye, the moonlight falling on her face just so her right side was in dark shadow, the left the flat lighting that Moonlight brings. She went into the shadow of the wall, Compressing herself there like she didn't want to be seen. he didn't think too much about it. Very few wander the dark backstreets of any city for no reason. Most people were chased by something, whether it be sadness, heartbreak, longing. Pain, it seems, likes to force people into the night.

Cyrus Finished the song, letting the final chord ring through the schoolyard.He looked back up at the stars and tipped his hat to them, to his family, sitting up there wherever the hell people went when they died.Hopefully they had enjoyed his little concert, even though there were no screaming fans or fireworks that usually showed musical success. A single tear came down his face...

I know you're there, Come on out. Wanna make a request?

He looked over at the girl, wiping his eyes and crushing the Cigarette on the flagstones that were encircling the little Grassy corner with his foot. He pulled his hat, a black British driving cap, low over his face, covering his slightly-red eyes. He hoped she didn't think him weak for the little show of emotion there. Very rarely had anyone caught him when he did this.

The song ended too early for Zasha. She still wanted to hear his voice. The strings in his gutiar as they hummed. For some reason the calling into his voice made her come out into the moon light. She walked towards him. Her pink hair flying into the wind of the night sky. Her pale features seemed even more pale almost as if she was a ghost. She pushed a strand of hair behind her head. Zasha stood in front of him and bent down. She could feel his sadness flowing into her. with a quick movement she tipped his hat up. To show off the pretty face she could not see.

Zasha stepped back and sat in front of him. her legs pushed into her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees making sure that she was squeezed into a ball. Her face buried inside the paleness. She did not speak to the man. thinking that it would only upset him more. Her pink hair swarmed across her tiny body. She listened to his heart beat even though she was so far away she could still heart the beats of the tiny drum.

A smile creep along the edges of her lips. Closing her eyes she felt more as if she could feel everything. the sadness that is locked in his heart, the wind blowing before it hits them, the smell of his scent, The smell of the trees. She waited for the next song to be sung by him. Hoping that it will be happier for him. Sad and gloomy were things that Zasha never wants to be. Those 2 emotions were ugly and wasteful feelings.

She seemed nice enough,cocking his hat back and sitting in front of him, her legs curled up unto a little ball with her face in her knees, her hair cloaked around her like a pink shawl. Though he could see a little co rner of her mouth through all that, and a little smile that was there, peeking around her knees. Well, now he had an audience, and it was most rude to ignore one. He filed his personal feelings away, beating them back into the dark corner he kept it chained up in.

“You don’t talk much do you? “ He slid his hands up,then back down the neck of the vintage guitar, The sound amplified by the amp he was sitting on. He turned the volume down just a little, that way he wouldn’t blow her eardrums being directly in front. “That’s okay. If you want to hear anything specific just let me know, okay?”

He noodled for a few moments, running up the E-flat scale, reminding his fingers of the correct key. He knew the notes by heart, he just really didn’t want to mess up, especially with someone watching, listening. He plucked the first bar chord, a natural major mixed with a minor third, adding depth to the music. He really hoped he wasn’t out of tune as he began to sing.

“Close your eyes
And just hear me say
One last long goodbye
one last song before you spread
your wings.”

He began to smack the top string against against the pickups, using his thumb knuckle. It made a dull thud as it hit, Mimicking the snare drum of a drum set, keeping him in time to the music. He let his head hang a little as he played and sang, not thinking, just acting. He let a smile, not unlike hers, creep across his mouth as his fingers flew across his four strings, trying to capture the essence of the song, even though it was just him and his guitar.

What a wonderful life
for as long as you've been at my
side
And I want you to know
I loved you so.
And though our day's come to an end
Oh I'll never love like this again
What a Wonderful life!

Zasha listen to the guitar. She was so entranced by its playing. It made such a lovely melody. She reached her hand forward brushing his fingers, touching a cold metal string. It felt weird. she tugged on it a little letting it make a noise. It didn't sound like the noise he was making. She ruined his song for doing that. Although she didn't say sorry. Why would she be when she knew she did it on purpose. She wanted to touch the unknown object.

Like a child, Zasha went forward a little more. This time she was on her knees. her pink hair was everywhere. touching the grassy floor, getting tangled in leaves and grass. Gliding her hand over the strings. She titled her head to the side, wondering how come she can't make a beautiful noise like he did.

Zasha stopped playing with his guitar and stood up dusting herself off. She still remembered the melody in her mind. She hmmed it a little while patting herself off. she reached her hand out to Cryus. Her long slim fingers in front of him. Her pink hair found itself in her face.

"Zasha Zody. Weapon."

The wind picked up blowing the leaves in her hair. Some came out on to the grass. it was getting a little chilly. Zasha could smell something good from around the corner maybe a restaurant was near by. That would be her next step was finding something good to eat. A blush appeared over her cheeks as her stomach made dieing whale noise from thinking about food.

Her eyes were closed, he noticed when she shifted forward plucking the B string with her index finger, though she didn't seem happy with the sound it made.He moved his right hand out of the way, turning the gain on his amplifier sown so that it wouldn't hurt her ears as her hands swarmed the guitar hungrily, trying to feel every crack and crevice. Her face was contorted in concentraition, like she was trying to figure out what he was holding.Why didn't she just...Oh. His eyes widened, and his head rocked back against the tree as her little problem revealed itself.

He was still thinking about this as she stood, brushing off the spare leaves and grass that had clung to her clothing while she had been sitting. He looked up as she extended her hand, introducing herself as Zasha Zody, weapon. He sat up, imidiately interested in her story, who she was, what form she took. Questions like this and more ran through his head, and almost came out of his mouth before he visibly clamped it down. Only when he had controlled that impulse did he rise.

And here I thought you weren't going to talk to me

. He set the guitar down in the case, then flicked the amplifier off.There was a small twig stuck in her hair, fallen from the tree they were standing under. t then picked the small twig out of her long pink hair, flicking it aside before shaking her hand gently

CyrusMcFadden, EAT Meister and resident musician and gunsmith. Pleasure to make your aquantience. He smiled at her, trying to infuse his words with it. Though how well he succeeded he couldn't tell. He was going to say more, but was stopped as the wind carried the luscious smell of a restaurant not too far from them. Her stomach Snarls and growls in response.

Well, Someone's hungry, He said with a slight chuckle. C'mon, you wanna get something to eat? My treat.

Zasha titled her head to the side a little. "Gunsmith. Interesting." On the right side corner of her mouth it twitched into a smirk a little but vanished. The smell from the restaurant that wasn't that far made her stomach make more stomach growls. When the connection of their hand made. it felt warm and manly. It was different from anything she felt. When he let go of her hand, it felt cold and empty a little. She placed her hands over her tummy. Closing her eyes as she was taken in by the sweet spices of the restaurant. The smells were taunting her softly.

Zasha opened her eyes still seeing only darkness. Opening or closing there was no use of such a thing. "Who said i was hungry?" She said defensively. A blush was over her cheeks as she talked to the man. It had been years since she had such a conversation. Or going out with someone. "What if i had a stomach ache or i had to fart." Even though she was blind, her eyes had some sort of defensiveness in them that made her even more childish. Fart. A word you don't really say to a man, but since she never really talked to people. She didn't seem to care about the word at all.

Although the truth was, she was really hungry. Then her stomach growled again, "Fine." She turned away from the man. "Its not that far. Shall i lead? And I'm not some lady, i can pay fro myself." She rested her hand on her hip making her look younger than she was. She turned around, She had forgotten her manners. Something she hated to forget. Zasha opened her hand up, "Let me take something." She said stubbornly. The wind passing her making her light pink hair fly in front of her. Chills ran down her back and arms, although she didn't show it she was cold.

This one has spunk! he thought to himself as he laughed a little at her simple refusal for charity. He liked her already. No, he respected that, the fact that she shared believed that you could never hold your head up with dignity while holding your hand out for charity. That she was just another person, regardless of her...little problems.She opened her eyes, not focused on anything, just staring through opaque lenses.

She suddenly got defensive, her cheeks turning the same shade as her hair in the moonlight. She tried to pass off her stomach’s complaints as a stomach ache or, *gasp* a fart. She seemed slightly defensive as she said it but didn’t shy away. Blunt too, he thought. Not many women above the age of ten use the word fart in public, nevermind when having a conversation. Her stomach growled again, and she finally, after placing her hands on her hips, agreed to food, though after specifically stating that she could pay for her own food, and asking to carry something.

‘Okay okay cher“ he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “ Just an offer.” The wind gust through their little park again, making the boughs of the tree and Zasha’s long hair fly about. Goosebumps rose up on her skin, the small dark shadows they made catching Cyrus’s eye.

“ Here, You want to carry something? You can take this” He handed her the small 25watt amp and a light jacket he had carried, solely out of habit from living in a cold and rainy Drogheda, placing both of the light items directly into her palm, so she wouldn’t have to flounder about for it. She may not like charity, but He couldn't in good conscious let her freeze wile he had a jacket with him.

You can wear the jacket if you're cold.

He picked up the heavier guitar case in his left hand, keeping his right hand free...just in case he thought to himself as they began towards the restaurant. He didn’t want her walking headfirst into the door...nor did he know exactly what kind of issue she might have. But he might as well try to give a hand.

But until then, he still had all those questions.

“So, what brings you out on a night like this?”

Without hesitating she grabbed the jacket quickly. Investigating it to make sure he wasn't some weirdo. She looked for the arms of the jacket putting it on quickly. She then held the jacket close to her. "Warm~" She said with pleasure. Zasha hated the cold more than anything in the world. The jacket came down to her knees and the sleeves were coming off her fingers. Zasha put the sleeve to her nose smiling, "You have a nice smell."

Putting her hands in front of her. Her fingers touched his skinning across them and over the amp where his fingers have been. Touching over the big box, like it was a mysterious object. "What am i holding exactly?" She asked feeling over the strange new box. It was cold but a little warm. She pressed her hear to it trying to figure out the thing. She decided to give up thinking that it had to do with something with the guitar he played. Maybe. It was a theory. She didn't really seem to care if she was correct or not. Wait then a though popped in her head. Maybe he was sitting on it while playing his guitar. that seemed more reasonable.

Zasha then turned going to the restaurant, "I was going for a midnight stroll." She said walking towards the restaurant. Her nose leading her to the place. Her nose at times in the air she as smelt the air almost like a dog. Dodging everything in her path, cracks, dumpsters. She seemed like an ordinary person walking down the streets. Least person you expected to be blind.

Although her senses weren't perfect. Almost so close to the restaurant, her mouth began to water a little. Then she fell. It was like slow motion. Zasha raised her arms above her head saving the black box. She laid there for a moment. Letting the pain pass over her body before getting it up quickly. She kept on walking like nothing happen although she could feel blood trickle from her cheek. There was only a cut on her cheek and a little dirt on her forehead. She seemed to ignore it as she kept on walking. She didn't show any signs of pain.

Why thank you. Glad it could ne of use. Though fair warning, there might be a spare bullet in there. And thats my amplifier. He said as she put her ear right up to the side, right where he had....sat. Well thank goodness it was nighttime, where it was nice and cool. He really didn't want her to pass out from the stench.

Like a bloodhound, she set off, following her nose through the alley, first left, then right, then left again. He was impressed as she smoothly walked around a dumpster she couldn't see, But could smell, hear, almost see without sight. A crack here, a rock there, and one spare cat being startled. she dodged them all with an ease that never showed her handicap, Cyrus right behind her.

They made it out of the alley, the restaurant directly across the street. He inhaled the luscious aroma floating in the air around him as his stomach moaned and groaned in hunger. He reached down and patted it down.

"Heel boy"

He was about to take a step as Zasha Suddenly putted foreword, her toe caught on an unnoticed crack in the cement sidewalk they both stood on. He dopped the case from his hands, reaching out to catch her, but not fast enough as she hit the ground with a *thump*. Though he did get a hand under the amplifier, stopping it from smashing onto her hand.

She got up without a word, brushing herself off and ignoring the blood running down her face. She continued to the door, which he fast-walked over to to hold open. He was impressed by her fortitude, But didn't know if she would accidentally run into it. Even if she was a little ofended, he was only trying to help. And he wanted someone like her as a partner, her refusal to stop much like his own stubbornness.

After you

Zasha felt the door open from the man. "I'm not a lady." She said, but kept on walking knowing this guy was only being kind. She stood out the door smelling the food and different spices. The waitress and sat them down at a table. She handed them menu's. the girl then ran off to get water and different things for her guests. She smelled of spices like the kitchen. Zasha would hear 20 different conversations knowing that the restaurant was packed and they were lucky to get seats. She could hear children screaming and people chopping on their food like pigs.

Through all that noise she heard faint music. Finding it soothing to hear the soft music of a piano. Zasha felt that Cyrus was close to her. Catching the smell of his cigarette and idiotic smell. Her crystal sky blue eyes stared at nothing but in front of her. Zasha then got a little blush on her cheeks, "I cannot read." She then moved her head briskly not wanting to show her blush to the unknown man.

She held his jacket close to her. Pressing the fuzzy fabric in her more loving the warmth of the coat. Her long pink hair was all around her almost like a blanket. her long slim fingers scanned over the tableware, trying to find her napkin. Her fingers gliding around the eating wear. Then feeling the soft fabric she set in on her lap. The waitress came back, in a yappy and loud voice she giggled at them. "What do you guys want to drink? We got so many yummy drinks!" She said so happily that Zasha really wanted to throw up.

The waitress was looking at them cutely. "Oh are you guys on a date? that is so cute!" Zasha then signed softly and closed her eyes. her back straight. Zasha looked really formal looking "I'll just have water." She said. As she waited for Cyrus to order and hurry before she goes insane. She played with the bottom of the jacket. She tightly wrapped the jacket around her afraid of letting it get into the hands of the cheery lady.

Cyrus sighed as she re-asserted her independence, A little smile on his face as he hung is head in mock shame. He didn't think she took any offense to it, but was a force of habit at this point. What was her story, he asked himself as he let the glass door shut behind him silently.

The restaurant was nice inside, with Hard-wood flooring in the seating section, the lights overhead shining a warm light over the crowded restaurant. And while his ears weren't quite as good as Zasha's, he could still make out the Clatter of silverware, the blanketed drone of a group of people, all talking at once but not hearing anything. And he particularly heard the extremely loud voice of a large, balding man set in the back corner, Smacking as he ate and yelling at the waitresses. Cyrus ignored him, hoping he would leave soon.

They sat down at a dark wooden table, her stare slightly unnerving in its lack of focus. He shook his head,Forcing himself to, as he said, put on your big-boy pants and get the hell over it. It wasn't her fault. He looked back up at her as she handed him her menu, her face turned so that He couldn't see her face through her long pink hair.

"I can't read" she said Matter-of-factly,

"No problem." He said, not making a big deal out of it. He didn't mind reading it fo her. He took the menu as a young waitress with an annoyingly high-pitched voice, talking about drinks and...were they on a date? He raised his eyebrow as Zasha let out a sigh. If it was annoying for him, It was probably killing her.

Ill have water too He said quickly, trying to get her out of there before they their eardrums ruptured. Thankfully she did, walking away with an annoying little giggle. If only he had perfected that tranq dart...He sighed again, and picked up the menu.

"This place seems to be an everything under the sun place. You have your standard Pasta, steaks, hamburgers, you name it, they have it. And.." He stopped as another waitress walked by, carrying a plate piled high with a seasoned steak ,another with steaming salmon. Their aroma made him pause, taking it in as it passed by. He now wanted steak. He closed the simplistic menu as a that annoying waitress came back with their drinks. She pulled out a little pad and papper.

"So", she said, "What will you have?"

Zasha raised her hand up in the air. "Not to be disrespectful.. but we need more time to decided." Zasha said rather cruelly. Shooting her hardcore glance at the Waitress. The Waitress smiled softly, "Fine~ That's okay." She then winked at Cyrus. Zasha could feel the girl's heat rate beat a little faster. Listening to waitress make some kind of hand movements. Zasha knew that waitress was annoyed by her. Zasha didn't seem to care at all.

"Interesting." Zasha said as she flicked a piece of her hair. She listen quietly taking in different smells to know what she wanted. Zasha then turned her head smelling something really good. Zasha focused on what it was. 3 seats down. Some man and women were eating. Zasha was listening to their conversation. Trying to get what the women was eating. Zasha turned back around facing forward almost as she was watching Cyrus. "I want the Clam Chowder. I feel like sea food tonight." She said nodding to the man. Then titling her head to the side closing her eyes.

Her sense wondered around the place. "Innocence... Stupidity..." She listen to a women on her cellphone saying that she was cheating on her boyfriend with some other guy that was her best man. Then she listen to a man chopping down on his food ferociously. That's when Zasha realized something, Zasha put her hand across the table. "Wrist." She damned in a curt way. This was the only way to tell if someone was not a pig or is. She learned it over the years. When putting her middle finger and thumb around someones wrist. not only can she feel their heart beat but she can tell how much they weigh.

It was a natural habit of Zasha. She always asked guys to give their wrist over. Making sure that they weren't some big fat dude trying to get his way with a poor blind girl. While reaching her hand out that damn waitress came back. "Ohhh~ did i interrupt something." Zasha turned her head towards the annoying waitress. She then looked at Cyrus in a lustful way. A smile was creeping up on her lips. It was sly and deadly. Zasha then smiled in a sly way. She was going to toy with this annoying little waitress. Zasha put her elbow down on the table and titled her head tot he side. the smile still there.

"You have a crush on the manager up in front. You always seem to be watching him. While your dating some other guy that always seems to secretly slapping you ass. You get tired of it. You flip your hair over your shoulder when your annoyed by someone. Then the customer in the far right corner always seems to sexually harasses you, but your 'boyfriend' isn't doing anything. While the manager has talked to you countless times if you should kick him out. Although in all reality it would be great, you decline because you want your gross boyfriend, that is also cheating on you with the bartender, May i might add. To deal with it." Zasha then titled her head to the other side. "Sorry.. its just too hard to resist the idiotic ways you people work."

The waitress gave Zasha a sharp look. Then sighed softly rubbing the back of her head. "They only reason i joined this job is so i can watch my boyfriend. I knew he was cheating on me. Then i met John. I can't stop thinking about him." The waitress looked at Zasha with a sad look. "It is stupid huh?" Zasha then sat up straight rolling her shoulders. "Well that is what love does. Are you going to stay with the bastard that has cheated on you with the bartender. Or go after some manager that seems to care about you?" The waitress smiled softly and nodded.

"Now... May i take your order?" The waitress asked in a not so annoying voice.

Cyrus eyed the two of them as their waitress shot daggers at Zasha, not realizing that her stares were, for lack of a better term, on blind eyes.She then, to his surprise t winked at him and, with a little wave and a shimmy of her waist, walked off towards one of the male cooks, who cut short his “conversation” with a brunette bartender to take in their waitress as one would look at a fine cut of meat. He tilted his head over the edge into the aisle, as he saw the brunette bartender give a look of pure loathing to their blonde waitress, who was suddenly called off to deal with the annoying fatass in the corner.


He snapped his head back to Zasha as she suddenly decided to have the clam chowder. He looked over his shoulder, seeing someone about 3-4 seats back eating the clam chowder, and somehow he suspected she had picked up the smell, even though he was in the middle of a group of other people, all eating different things. he was about to comment on her apparently canine-esque olfactory sense, when she placed her hand across the table, demanding his wrist. Tentatively he began to place it down, only to be stopped as their waitress came back. She obviously was desperately attached to her little story about them...Maybe thats what she wanted? Something he had learned as a musician is that what you like and what you think about the world shows much more about you then it does about it.


He saw a sly, evil smile crawl over Zasha’s face as she launched headfirst into the convoluted shitstorm that was this restaurant’s staff, about the manager, who was looking with concern over to their waitress, while cutting poisonous looks at the cook who was her boyfriend, who was RIGHT NOW talking to that bartender, his right hand traveling down her back and under the bar. He looked away, not wanting to have to see that. That someone could so blatantly hurt someone who loved them made him sick. He looked back up as Zasha finished up, the waitress trying to be mad at her, but it crumbled, a sad light coming into he eyes as she explained her situation.


"Now... May i take your order?"

“Ill have that NY strip that just passed by, then whatever she wants” He pointed over to Zasha. she could order for herself, even though he’d insist on covering it. “And mam, he said trying to give her a push off the right path. He pointed to her asshole boyfriend “people like that don’t change. And if he doesn't respect you enough now to stop, he’s not going to. You have someone there who cares. Don’t keep being that assholes meat. But thats just my opinion.” He looked past her to the boyfriend as he noticed that he had pointed at him, and he began to walk over to their table.

Oh boy..