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M o o n l i g h t

Yoko

The streets were silent at this time of day. Always cold and unforgiving. Nighttime was as dull and dreary as it sounds.

"What's the world look like to you?" He asked quietly. I could hear the curiosity in his voice.

"Is that supposed to be some sort of cruel joke?" I smiled. His hesitation amused me.

I was born unable to see. Blindness is something I've adapted to. I may not be able to see like others, but I can hear more than anyone.

"You know what I mean." He grumbled to himself. I pulled my knees to my chest and felt the wind brush against my face.

"I can feel the moonlight against my skin, but I see nothing but the darkness. It's a strange sensation. The warmth from the light, the coolness of the night."

I felt his hand guide mine to something cold and metallic.

"Your ability. I know you're gifted, what does it do?"

He was always the inquisitive one. I traced my fingers along the outline of the pistol.

"I wouldn't call it vision, or being able to see. I'd explain it as hightened senses. I can feel people's movement from miles away. The dropping of a coin cities to the north."

"That's an awesome power." He mused. The warmth of the moonlight faded away. Clouds blocking it from reaching us.

"Perhaps it is. Though I envy yours, it's not used for violence. As if the world wanted some form of peace."

Peace surrounded by greed, lust, laziness, fear. Could such a thing possibly exist?

"Maybe. But I don't think we'll be working as champions of justice just yet." He laughed.

"Just you wait. The Port Mafia can't contain our awesomeness!" I beamed.

Oblivious. Denial. I wished it were so simple.

But I was trapped under the moonlight.