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Two Years Later               (1970; 11 month; 6 week; 2 day)

A White-Haired, White-Skinned Gentleman Lay In Bed, His Eyes Closed, His Body Calm, In Release. He Unconsiously Moved His Fingers, Eyes, Sleepily Tired; His Hands Rose Across A Squishy Object, His Fingers Lightly Pushed Against The Somehow Soft Object.

His Arm Quickly Sprining Back In Suprise. His Eyes Slowly Opened, His Hand Rubbing The Blurriness out. Mesmerised, His Eyes Stared To The Lady In front; Her Black Hair Sprouting In A Mess Around The Brown Of Her Skin.

A Smile Wrapped Across His Face. His Body Suddenly Freezing As A Large Spread Of Red Came Across His Face. His Eyes Spreading Wide, his Lips Opening Wide, His Breaths Fast.

His Eye View Became Shaky. His Blurry Eyes Moving To Peacefully Sleeping Female In Front. His Body Pressing Heat Across The Blanket As He Was Suddenly Pulled Into That Same Soft Sensation.

Smugled In Her Chest, His Mouth Opened In Surprise, Eyes Dilating Further. His Eyes Suddenly Closed. His Body Stilled In Her Arms. Drool Falling Out of His Lips, Now Turning The Dryness Of Her Shirt To The Wetness Of His Pillow.

Morning

The Two Laid Their Bodies Unmoving, The Black-Haired Maddam Making Small Shifts, Pushing The White-Haired Gentleman Closer To Her. A Smile On Her Face, His Arms Now Found Their Way Around Her Waist.

Her Eyes Slowly Opened As She Found Her Youth Stuck, Inclosed In Her Arms Asleep. Her Face Burned Red Through Her Skin, A Laugh Escaping Her Lips.

His Eyes Slowly Opened To Her. A Smile Came Into His Face Staring Up To Her. His Face Turning Red As He Quickly Sat Up.

“ Morning! Luna.”  He Yelped. His Voice In A Sudden Calm

“ Elio. Good Morning, Hun,” She Answered. A Smile Apeared Across Her Face.

“ Uhm, Your Shirt,” He Said As He Pointed To The Large Spread Of Drool On Her Night Gown.

“ Hmm, I’ll Just Give Myself A Hefty Bath,” She Claimed, Her Fingers Draging Up The Wet Of Her Shirt.

Her Body Slowly Moved Towards The Bathroom, Her Feet Steady As She Slowly Turned To Elio. Her Eyes Watching. Voice Flirtatious

“Join Me?”

Elios Lips Paused As He Was About To Speak, No Words Entering Out, Blush Creating A Heated Up Sensation To The Cool Of The Air. He Sat There Frozen, Watching As Luna Moved Herself Back Towards The Bathroom.

A Chuckle Piercing Through Her Lips.

Two Days Later                               (1970; 11 month; 6 week; 4 day)

“ Luna. . . Luna. . . Luna! ¡Mi querida! ”

Luna Eyes Lids Slowly Rose To The Frantic Male, packing Clothing.

Her Eyes Barely Opened, Voice Tired, She Asked. “ Elio?? What's Going On??” Her Fingers Rubbing Out The Sleepiness Of Her Eyes.

“ Luna, They're Here!!” He Rushed, His Voice Unsteady. His Body Rushing Pass As He Shoved Cloths In Bags.  Her Head Tilted To The Side, her Eyes Staring Towards Elio As He Clarified. “ The hetero G Help ”

“ Again?” She Exclaimed. Her Voice Exhuasted. She Quickly Rushed Her Body Following Her Man As They Were Led Out.

They Ran Across The Area, Delving Into A Corner As The Group Of Green Haired Males Passed. They Wear Red Hats Circled By White, Contrasted With The Complete Darkness Of Their Black Suits, Paired With Purple Shoes.

“ This Is Just Complete Nonsense,” Excalmed As They Watched The Males Run Pass. “ I Thought It Was Just That One,” Hetero Help,“ She Pointed Out.

“You're right. . .Such Racist Hypocrites,” Elio Agreed “Barely Even Able To Follow What They Themselves Are Enforcing,” He Excalmed His Voice Filled With Frustration.

“Come On, Get Moving, Elio,” She Said As She Dragged Him by The Arm.

“ Not So Fast, Luna. We Should Double Check,” Elio Stated. Luna Nodded Her Head As Both Began To Check The Area. Their Breaths Silent.

“ Yep, Time To Leave,” Luna announced, Finally Dragging Elio With Her A Smile Climbing Up To His Lips. The Bags Clinging To His Arm.

“ Yeah, Luna,”

Two Years Later                           (1972; 11 month; 6 week; 4 day)

The Two Sat In Front, Their Cold Eyes Facing Each Other. The Room Filled With The Heat Of Tension.

“ Luna, Are You Ready?” Elio Questioned. She Nodded

“ Are You? ” Luna Countered As He Gave A Nod.

“ You Begin,” Elio Said, As The Maddam Pressed Her Lips Together As Words Came Out.

“ I Mean. . . You. . . You Know. . . The New, Just. . .” She Stammered, Her Eyes Landing On Him, His Soft And Focused Eye. Stopping Her Words Completely.

She Took In A Deep Breath, Her Voice Now Almost Steady. She began, “I! . . I?. . . Taking in change. Never My Big Suit.” Her Voice Filling The Silence Of The Air.

“ It Feels Just. . . Overwhelming. . . All These Things Just Happening. . . all at Once,” She expressed, Elio Blue Eyes Never Once Leaving Her.

Her Avoidant Eyes, Focusing Around Him. “It’s Moving So Fa—ast,” Her Voice Broke. “ I—I’m So Unsure About. . . What If. ” She Said, A Tear Slipping From Her Eyes. I Can’t Tell. . . What Does The Future Have?

What If We Don’t survive?” She Asked. Tears Slipped Further From Her Eyes, As She Was Brought Into A Large, Tight Hug. “ It Would Just. . . Finally, Give The recognition That. . . The World, Alen Was Right. What We’re Doing, What My PARENTS Died For Is A Sin.

Elio, Maybe What We Are Is a Complete Sin. How Do I Undo an Unforgivable Sin?”

“ Luna!” He Stated. Pulling Eyes Her Towards Him. “ If We’re Just Sinning Luna, It Wouldn’t Feel So Right.

But Even If Death Came Across Me, Or Us. I Would Never Regret It. Even If Your Saying Its A Mistake. Live In The Moment.

What Matters Is Us. Us Right Now,“ He Exclaimed. Pressing Their Foreheads Together. His Thumping Slowly Wiping The Tears From Her Eyes.

A Small Drop Of Water Slipping Down His Cheek.

Staring Up To Luna’s Puffy Eyes, The Snifling Of Her Nose. He Then Placed A Kissed To Her Rosy Cheeks. A Sweet Smile That Gathering On Her Face, Through The Redness Of Her Eyes.

“ Luna, Lets Get Going To Bed. You Seem Tired.” He Claimed, Watching As Luna Let Out A Chuckle.

“ Elio, Are You Trying To Get Out Of This?” She Questioned, Elio Quickly Shaking His Head To The Sides.

“ I’m Not Tired, Not Until You Finish,” She Clarified. Gentleness Filled Her Voice. “ You Can Get Started, Elio, I’ll Wait,” She Expressed.

“ Luna.”

“ I’ll wait, Elio.”

“You're Tired.”

“ And You're Being Fully Unfair, Elio.”

Elio Stared To Her Eager Eyes, Filled With Anticipation And patience, His Lips Opened “. . . . . . . . ” Then Closed

“ Luna, I Mean. . . I’m Just. I Don’t Wanna Lose The Time We Have Together,” He Claimed. Silence Filled The Room, His Voice Gone.

“ Mhm, And??” She Questioned.

His Turning To The Side Away From Luna “And I Mean, My Father's Death, Still Feels. . . I Don’t Know.

My Mother’s Alone. . . No One With Her. Me Stuck.

It’s Just. . . I Know I’m Being Useless. Unable To Even Just Help Anyone.

I Mean, We’ve Survived But, Your The Only One That Contributed It.

We’re Together I Know. . . My Careless Actions Can Just. . .“ He began His Words Falling Silence His Eyes spreading Across The Room Vibrating.

She Slowly Wrapped Her Fingers Around His Face, Through Her Puffy Eyes. Kissing Him Softly, And Gentle On The Tip Of His Nose. Slowly Raising As She Placed A Kiss On His Forehead, Then Eyes.

She spoke, “ Elio, This Time. . . Your Overthinking,”  She Exclaimed, “ And Elio, You’ve Just Been Degrading Yourself.

I Will Name What Makes You The One I Love, Elio. And You Need To Stop. And Release All Your Emotions.

Cry, Scream, Elio, Do What You Need To,“ She Reassured As She Pulled Elio into her arms, Water Falling From His Eyes Like A Stream In A River.

His Head Snugled Into Her Neck, As Tears Slipped From Her Eyes. Non-Stop Tears Climbing Out From Both. As Deep As The Ocean.

Smothered In Each Others Arms. Finally, Finding Themselves Back In Each Other's Eyes Soft And Focused. They Let Out A Soft, Gentle Matalic Laughter Too Their Blured Vision.

“ Even Blurry, You're Still So Darn Cute, Elio, ” She Admited, His Eyes Staring Tenderly Up To Her Blurry Figure.

“As You Are, Mi cielo,” He Whispered, His Voice compassionate.

Heat Raised To His Face,  And Her Body Temperature Warmer, From Their Words.

A Smile Following Them To The Sound Of Their Metallic Laughter Filling The Heat Of The Room With Joy. A Sweet, Floral-Fruity Aroma Fills The Room, From His Fruity Orange Scent And Her Lavender Sweets.

Three Years Later                             (1975; 11 month; 6 week; 4 day)

The Couple Ran Their Hair Flowing Behind; Messy. Following Behind Was A Group Of Men. Their Breaths As Fast As Their Running Bodies.

Their Fingers Clamped On Each Other, Their Feet Burning, Muscles Straining. Throats Burning From The Radiating Heat Of The Day, Shining on To The Skin.

The White Haired Gentleman Began Dragging Behind As The Lady Pulled Him Further. His Legs Began Slumping, Rushing Along Her. Their Bodies Ran Along The Pain.

Suddenly, His Feet Tripped. His Body Slaming Down To The, Hardness Of The Concrete Floor.  She Quickly Turned, Pushing Him Up As The Group Moved Closer Up.

The Striking Sun Leaving Them Opened Unbeared. They Began To Run, They Feet Unsteady, The Trial Behind Leading Closer And Closer. As They Layed Further, A Group Ran In front, A Smile Apeared. But To Their Surprised Dismay.

Black-haired Men Ran In From The Front, Their Hearts Droped As They Felt Both groups Clearing In Further. In Hand Guns, Aimed And Ready To Shoot.

The Couple Spot A Familiar Deep Brown Hair. The Two Different Groups An Inch Away The Invisible Boundary Of The Rose Clan About To Be Crossed By The Drain.

Guns Fired From The Two Groups Inching Away As The Two In The Middle Began To Move To The Chestnut. The Two Ran, Gunshots Filled The Air, Sounds Gathered, And Blocked.  “ Thump,” She Felt, Heat Gathering.

As The White Haired Guy, Dragged Along Behind, As The Adrenaline Jump Of The Black Haired Women Took Over Her Body. The Sounds Of Feet Stomping, The Louder Beating Of The Black-haired Lady’s chest.

Leading Across The Field, Finding The Brown Hair On A Woman's Body, Which Gathered Fat Yet Not Overdosed. Her Pink dress Flows Down Her Body, Wind pushing It Back, Outlining Her Body.

Reaching, The Black Haired Lady Stood There. Her Body Frozen Stilled. Her Eyes Shaking Into A Blur. The Feeling Of Numbness Gathering. Her Heart Slaming Onto Her Eardrums. A Wet Sensation Seeping Down Her Leg.

Her Eyes Caught Her Attention To The Faces In Front, Who Stared Down Filled With Shock. The Glistening Sun Somehow Not Brightening The Darkness Of Their Faces.

A Hard, Deathly Piercing Pain Suddenly Shot Through her Right leg. Her Kness Slaming To The Floor In A

“Thud.”

The Rest Following Behind.

6 Weeks                                       (1975; 12.4 month; 12 week; 4 day)

A Room, The Color Of White Gathering On Ceiling, Walls, The Color Of The Blue Skies. Brown wooden Floors.

A Blue Bed, With White Strips in the Middle. Pillows Green. A Desk To The Side. A Dresser In Front of The Bed, Laying Against the Wall. A wooden, Flowery Scent Fills The Room.

In The Middle, The White Haired Man, The Scent Of Fruity Orange, In Front, The Black Haired Woman Of Lavender Sweet. Standing In Front Of A Small Beautiful Pink And Blue Cake, With Black And White Strips Across.

In Big Bold Letters Happy Birthday Was Wrote Across.

A Brown-Haired Male Stood Next To A Brown-Haired Female, Both Behind The Black-Haired Woman. White Haired Elder Female Standing Behind The White Haired Gentleman. Another Black-haired Elder Male All The Way Into The Corner. A Brown-haired Maddam In The Middle.

“ Happy Birthday, You Two,” Said The Brown-Haired Male Behind.

“ Thank You, Alen,” The Black-haired Lady Answered.

“ Having The Exact Birth Date As My Luna. A Surprise,” Exclaimed The White-Haired Gentleman.

“ Yes, My Son, Not A Soul Would Expect A Drain And Colorless To Have Such A Small Detail In Common, Hmm Elio?” Responded, The White Haired Elder Maddam.

“Yes, I Mean This Room Has More Diversity Than Any Clan Territory In The Last Decades,” Elio Stated

“ Julie, You’ve Been A Great Help As Well As Every One In This Room.” Luna Complemented, Her Eyes Landing On The Brown-Haired Woman Who Stood Next To Alen. “ Most Of Us,” She Ended

“ Don’t Stare At Me, You Insufferable Siblings, Can’t Leave Someone Alone,”

“Jenna, Don’t Be a Hypocrite,” Alen Whispered

“ Hypocrite?? Mind Me Smack Your Mind Straight Before You Try Accusing Me, You're Still Less Of A Being,” Jenna Warned

“ Jenna, Don’t You Dare, Degrade My Brother Like That.”

" A Handicap, You? Luna? Not Trying To Be Rude, Dear, But I’d See You Try And Stop Me.“

Eyes Landing On Luna's Leg, Skin Covering Over, But Inward Scarring Where The Hole Once Was. A Shiny Purplish Brown Shade Gathering On The Area.

She Looked Up To The Standing Female Her Eyes Glaring Upward. The White Haired Gentleman's Eyes Glared at Jenna.

“ Hush Hush,” Inturpted The Brown Haired Female Who Stood In The Middle. “ I May Only Know You All For Some Weeks But,”

“You're genuine. I Believe I’ve Gotten Enough Information. Let's Get Down To Business.

“ Huh?” Said The Black Haired Elder In The Corner.

“ Henry. We Need People To Join The Heterodiff Sides. These Two Can’t Do Well On Their Own. . . Speaking Of Luna’s Gunshot,” She Claimed, Silence Filling The Air.

Luna’s Grip Tightened On Elios ‘Hand. His Eyes Turning To The Female In Front. He Opened His Lips, Voice Calm Yet Cold. “ Linda. This Plan Of Yours. What Do You Have In Mind To Begin?”

“Yes, We Could Likely Get Enough People If We Gather Up Enough. We’d Be Likely To Actually Pollish Maybe We’d Be Able To End It All,”

“ Yes. We’ll Need To Have Consistency,” Luna Announced

“ I Will Help How I Can, But I Won't Be Completely Involved,” Alen clarified. Jenna Nodded In Return, Her Arms Crossed.

“ I’ll Help But, It’s Taking Quite A While To Manage With Your Fathers Death. I Could Be Following,” Julie Samented.

“ I Am Not Being Here For Such A Hopeless Crusade,” Sneered Henry. “ I’m Just Here For My Granddaughter's Birthday."

“ With Your Nonexistend Grandson, Huh? Henry,” Remarked Alen. “ You Don’t Have Any Other Grandkids, I Mean, The Only Reason Your Stuck At Our Feet.

You’ve Done Every Wrong, Don’t Act Like Any Amount Of Helping Gonna Make Up For It. You Made Your Choices.

Your Own Daughter?? Henry? You Killed Our Mother.

You Could At Least Try. Help; It Makes Up For Nothing. But You’ll Be There. But I Do Thank You. I Grow Up To Know How Survive In Life. And How Not To Treat My Children.“

“ Alen, I Might Have Mis Judged The Situation. Helping? Would One Of The Pleasures For My Grandchildren.” Henry Settled.

“ Okay. Everything’s Agreed Upon. We’ll Start At 5 Am Monday.” Luna Concluded. The Room Filled With Nods. Her Fingers Gripping Like An Ancient Oak Tree To The Gentleman.

“ Happy 75 Years, Congrats To The 125 Years Left,” Alen Added His Voice Filled With Excitment.

Four-Year Timeskip                        (1979)

An Elder Male Sat On The Couch, Newspapers In Hands. His Eyes Widdened As He Landed Them On The Message:

Breaking News

SCL Conspirating Out Of Borders.

An Image Picturing A Group Of Drains Intruding Into The Rose Territory; Roiting.

Another Showing The Groups Joining In Hands As A Mix Or Rose And Drain Traveled Together.

Another Picture Showing A Man In The Full Blood Red Uniform Of SCL Contacting A Blaze.

“ Holy Jesus,” Said The Elder Man As He Slowly Got Up His Body Resting On His Cain As Walked Speedly Out. His Red Protruding From His Hat.

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People Stared To The Paper As They Looked To The Pictures Captioned; SCL Killing Their Own Kind.

One Image Showing “Drain,” Men Surrounding Two People, A Woman And A Man. Underneath Them Lay A Pile Of Red, Floating Out.

Another Showing Image Of “Chestnut,” Women Surrounding A Man, His Body Unmoving And Stilled.

Another Showing A “Blaze,” Man In Front Of Girl With Red Hair, Her Body Intact Yet Unsettling.

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Breaking News

A Video Recording Of A Voice.

Silence Filled The Air. Nothing Being Able To Be Heard, In Silence.

“ .  . .  .  .  . . ... . .  . .  . . . . . . .”

Through The Silence, A Voice Was Heard, A Strained, Lifeless One.

“ Another Day. Haha,” The Male Making A Dry Soulless Laugh. “ Justified Murder??” He Said, Questions In His Voice.

“ Great Guy. . . I Know Him,” He Began. “ He Was Killed. By Me. Told Myself. I Was Just Trying To Protect My Family.

But How I Heard The Laughter. Just Over Taking The Air. I Felt Disgusted. I Knew. It Wasn’t Right Killing? For Hair Color?

For Just The Association. No E—Evidence. Just Words. . . “ He Clarifired, A Crack In His Voice.

Another Silence Overtook The Air.

“. . . . . .  .  .   .  .  . . . .  . .”

“Just Killing Someone. Never Relating To Heterodiffs. Not Even A Hetero Diff Child. Just A Person From A Different Clan Because Of Hair Color.

Just Because They Were Wondering Around, And You Saw Them Close To Your Border. Not Even Passed Through,“ He Added

“ Killing Children Just Because Of The Parents' Actions. Just being Mix. And Just Because Of The Color Of Their Hair,” He Ended

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One Year Timeskip                             (1980)

11 Years Prior  ( 1969)

A Room Stuck In Silence. The Two’s Eyes Glancing At The Other. Both Rolling Their Eyes Away. Arms Crossed In Front, The Other To Their Side.

The Drain Woman, Moved Her Lips, Words Nonexistent. But As The Words Finally Entered. She complained, “ Elio, We Should Get Over It Already. It’s Been A Year.”

“ Luna. For Your Information, We’ve Been Over It’s Just You’re Stuck In The Past.

You Avoide Me Daily now,“ He Directed

“ Avoid You?!? You’re The One Just Hiding Away. And Causing A Problem,” She Countered. “ You Can Leave.”

“ Okay! This Is Just Unhealthy. We Need To Talk. We Can’t Go Through Another Year.

This Silence, Us Just Not Even Being In Each Other's Space, Not Even When We Sleep.“ He Complained.

“ . .  .  . . I Kind Of Agree.  .  .All This. Just Because We Didn’t Communicate In The First Place.” She Added

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Eleven Years After ( 1980)

The Drain Woman Stood There As She Walked Through The Area In A Group.  Walking Through The Streets, Their Voices Loud, As She Walked, A Smile On Her Face.

Marching Through The Streets Parroting The Wrong Of The SCL. Group People: Pink Hair, Red Hair, Blue Hair, White Hair, Brown Hair.

The Air Volume Overtook As SCL Soldiers Gathered Guns In Hand. Staring At The Screaming people Who Just Rotated Through Different Territorys.

Guns Pointing To Shout As They Were Suddenly Pushed Down. The Guns Firing Into The Floor. Groups Of People Whaling With Excitement. Pushing Further.

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The Colorless Man Stood There Watching As The People Passed His Eyes Staring In Amazement. A Smile On His Face As He Started To Walk With Them. Right In The Middle.

“ Such A Celebration,” He Said Into The Air. Sparkles In His Light Blue Eyes.

Pink-haired, White-haired, Orange-haired People Leading. Their Voices Strong.

Soldiers Gather In Front, A Glimmer In Their Eyes As They Silently Placed Down The Guns In Retreat. The People Passing By As More Soldiers Gathered Ready To Shoot And Knocked Down.

The Group Walking For Hours, Their Bodies Unmoving As More Soldiers Placed Down Their Guns

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The Words Bursting Through The Air Loud As If From A Speaker Was The Sentence. Filling Excitement In Their Bones. Their Eyes Sparkling In Power Smiles Apearing. Tears Shed. Were;

“SCL is hereby repealed, nullified, and void.”

People Melted To Their Knees As The Two Ran. In Whole Different Parts Of The Territories. Him: Escaping His Way Out Of The Bluenette Territory. Her: Moving Away From The Oranges.

As They Moved Faster And Faster. Minutes Passing, Their Speed Increasing As They Finally Crashed Into One Another. Their Bodies Gripped Like Glue.

Their Eyes Watching Into The Other. The People Gathered Around, Entering. As She Pulled Him Into The Warm Sensation, Of Grippling Desperation. Eyes Closed.

Culiding, They Felt The Tastes Of Oranges, And Grapes. Pressing To Each Other Their Bodies Attached As Their Hands Went Up Holding Each Other's Face.

Warmth Filling Their Lips Through The Flavor. They Parted Themselves, Taking A Breath. Looking Into Each Other’s Eyes, The Lights Visible Of His Sky Blue And Her Strawberry Eyes.

Eyes Caughting Their Attention To Each Other's Forehead, Their Breaths Pausing, Body Freezing, Eyes Widening.

Staring His Eyes Sparkling, A Moisture Side To His Lip, Dripping Down. He Exclaimed, “You're So Close To Me. For The First Time,”

Her Body Gathered Heat, Brightening Her Brown Skin. She whispered, “ You’re Symbol, Is Just As Golden As How You Make My Day.”

Red Gathering On His Ears. As They Slide Their Fingers Against Each Other's faces, A Sweet Sugar Grin Present To The Other.

Their Own World Creating Themselves In Applauding Around. Filled With The Sweet Scent Of Lavender And Fruity Orange Fixing The Air. The Smiles Irreplaceable.

Sweat Pressing Together In Their Embrace. Pressing Lips Again And Parting.

“ Elio,” She Whispered, “ It Might Be The First We’re This Close. But It Wont Be The Last,”