The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

Prologue

THE 2ND OF OCTOBER, THE 35TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE SECOND MILLENIUM'S ARRIVAL

The sound of the wedding bells ascend to the heavens as the golden leaves descend to their doom. The sound of silence, the aftermath of a halted celebration, fills the last of the crimson golden luminescence, for the sun will soon end his domain of the golden day for a nightly rest. It kissed the water's edge as its light drooled over the waves of the bay on the other side of the small church.

The church doors rattled and creaked open, as a man with a dignifying aura stands between them.  Maybe it was the way he stood, straight and stern and splitting the winds in half as it whistled passed by him. Maybe it was the way the shadow of lining his blank eyes and the straightness of his mouth parallel to the wrinkles of his forehead.

He wore a black suit with a black button-up shirt that covered his triangular stature and had a dark silver tie around his neck. He gave off a cold and intimidating feeling against the rays that shone upon his face. But his young-looking face with coiffed wavy hair, unfazed even under the great howls of the winds, and his green, almond eyes contrasted it. 

In front of him was two lowered sports cars. One car was more bulky than the other and had a more fiercer look. It was matte dark grey, and had vinyls of what seemed to depict a manticore with its tail circling around the moon, it had six Japanese symbols printed on its hood: "マンティコア."

The other car was coloured black and had galaxy-themed vinyls. It was more curvier than the other. A man, with lightly bluish down turned eyes and untidy wavy hair, wearing a coat and a white buttoned shirt, underneath paired with a pair of skinny slacks and a pair of black leather shoes, was smoking and made himself comfy on the hood of the car.

The man on the Mclaren exhaled some smoke as he moved his down turned eyes towards the other, "How'd it go?"

The one with the emerald pupils started walking down on the stairs, "Went as planned. Was I ever bloody wrong?" he asked with a dead tone, with a rhythm of an Englishman and a blank face, "It was quite depressing that I lost the bets," he added.

An edge of his lip turned upwards cunningly as he hesitated to say a word for a moment, "Lost?" he whispered into the air and chuckled, Bullshit!" he exclaimed. He sucked on the end of the cigarette once more. "I'm sure we both know you made her win," he said with words filled with smoke, "You even waited."

The green-eyed man placed a cigar between his lips and clenched its end between his teeth and lit it with the metal lighter as his other hand blocked the wind. He inhaled it with deep breaths completely, "Was it that obvious?" he asked with a dead tone.

"I've been with you during the past 25 years, do you really think I haven't figured you out?" he said, "25 years after I decided to serve the angel stripped of his wings," he added as he chuckled.

He stared at the sunset blankly for a few moments, "It was our seventh year on this bloody world was it?"

He nodded as he the ends of his mouth crinkled while his brows happily arched over his eyes, "And it was when we were 15 when you finally followed that ideal."

The man in the suit turned his eyes to him, as he puffed off smoke, "And I am always correct, today proved it again. First love will always be the last."

"Because you're either too damaged or too stuck," he said with a smirk drawn on his face, "So which one is it?"

He stared blankly to the heavens and exhaled a lot of smoke.

"No room for regrets now, or is there?"

He took another full inhale and flicked off his cigar, "If I knew I was going to regret this for the next years, I wouldn't have let myself lose, would I?"

"You can't calculate everything. I'm pretty sure it was your line too," he jeeringly says, "And you always stuffed it into Eu-Eu's ears."

"I doubt I can feel regrets about it," he leaned on the side of his car, "Speaking of Eu-Eu, have you received any calls from her? I haven't."

"Eh. She's at Tokyo Medical Center." he answered quietly. "She crashed trying to save your buddy. Fell right off the cliff with her brand new sportscar," he added. He took the cigarette from his mouth and held it between his fingers. "Shame, the accident was bad enough, but she broke her goddamn car. I loved that thing with the pixelated camo vinyls and all. Though I guess what attracted me the most, than the Alien Invader thing on its hood, was the pretty and spontaneous driver," he continued.

"And you didn't tell me?" he said with a quiet raucous voice.

He shrugged as he pinched the cigarette between his middle and index finger, moving it away from his mouth. "She asked me to not tell you yet if anything happens."

"And you're here, riding her bloody favourite car without her permission," he says, "You're quite the fine lad," he added.

"She lost her bet. I get to drive this lady when she screws up once," he said jeeringly, as he flicked his cigarette and took another pack from his pocket.

"I miss her."

"But she's been gone for like a week," he chuckled.

"And she's critical in a hospital," he answered as pulled up the doors of the car beside him.

"She's going to do fine."

The one with the emerald eyes turned to him as he went inside. "She will," he said confidently. "But we still will do," he hurriedly added and closed the door of the car.

He rolled his blue eyes as he shrugged, "I'll book the tickets then," he said as he started using his phone, a bit thicker than a few sheets of paper, as he went inside the car.

The back lights of both the cars glowed red. The black car moved beside of the other. In a few moments, the winds pushed it selves aside as the engines of both the cars roared as they sped off. The cars, as they leave their trails of red and smoke, quickly met their evanescence from the horizon in mere moments.