Beauty. This is truely a beautifull world. The concrete slid so orderedly and still with so many distinguishing details in each inch, a small new shape with its own life, so many of them, so harmonious; and by the gras spot it cleanly stopped, leaving space to the some larger and some smaller leafs in so many green tones with their sweet smell filling the spring air, moving sigilously in the wind, dancing motionless around the tree, a tree of the right size, no too large and not too small, filtrating the clear sunlight through its singing leafs into a kind shadow. Kaworu stepped into the shaded circle and felt the breeze. Why could noboy else recognize so much beauty? It was everywhere. Those many things they cursed, the piece the dog has left in the other corner, it had reliefed the animal and would bring new life to these wonderfull small beings. How could life be so, so small and still so vital? Hundreds of shining births in midst of this spot of blosoming, hundreds of hearts. They didn't understand, and still it was nice to see the face Jikaru made when she looked at it, she was very cute when she rescented, although it was even better when she was happy. She looked up at Kaworu and finally smiled at him with a little blush by her nose. Kaworu smiled back, feeling glad of being able to do so. Jikaru still stood on the concrete border, a little confused, a little thinking, a little like happy, a little like don't mind me I'm not here. She didn't seem to notice the beauty of what she was stepping on, the beauty on the grass and the dog and her own shoes and skirt and in her very self. Her eyes looked past all that.
Kaworu had always felt different. Maybe just a little at the begining, but still different. Maybe it was because he had no parents and nobody could actually tell where he had come from, and still he was there and knew so many things by himself. He actually knew he had been in this world since the day of the second impact, and that there was something that had called him to Japan, that his actual name was Tabris and that he had a fate. But above all things he knew the world was beautifull. Everything was beautifull. But somehow everybody else did not see that. Everybody else was so full of grief compared to him, like torn apart from so many things they could not do, so many other persons they could not be, so many holes they could not finish closing, so many doors they could not open. Life to them seemed like pain itself because it was them who was wounded. But the world was not what was sad, only in their eyes was the teer. They were beautifull, so fragile and so proud, so united and so separate. Jikaru was beautifull that spring morning in the schoolyard. Like a tiny white candle.
-Kaworu-kun, there's something I've been wanting to tell you since... long time ago...- Jikaru whispered. She was truely like a tiny white candle, shining shily and inocent.
-What is it?- he answered.
The girl looked down at the ground and shook her head, blushing strongly. Then she took another breath and looked up at Kaworu again. Suddenly the name Lillim came to Kaworu's mind. Just like that. It had happened before, a nice feeling, being so sure of something just for the very fact it has no bases, beacause it doesn't need any bases since everything else is based on that.
-Kaworu-kun, I... I like you, I like you very much- Jikaru studdered. The words were faster than her tongue, or maybe half of her self was not ready to say things like that. Love was truely the escence of beauty and it was amazing to see how a wounded soul could concieve it so clearly.
-I love you too, Jikaru-chan- Kaworu replied calmly.
Jikaru ran towards him without saying a thing and hogged him strongly. Along the name of these different people many other things had come back to Kaworu's mind and he now knew his fate and what he was ment to do and what the entire world was about. He hogged Jikaru back and felt her shaking shape. Maybe it was sad he'd have to leave her soon and that she'd have to die for him to fulfill his task, but then again he and Adam together would be everything, and one with all the beauty in the world and there would still be Jikaru and everything else, all together. This is a truely beautifull world. Beauty.
