OT Will and Grace

[Tenryujin]

An exercise in description, really. Something short I came up with...

Will and Grace

They were miraculous creatures that seemed to bend and defy the laws of gravity to their beckoning, their polished and slim figures absorbing the sunlight that rained down upon them. The blurs of white and blue paint were the only things that could distinguish them from the celestial sphere and not some cloud that was rushing to join its friends. Their movements were an unerring ballet of delicate turns and slants, and the cacophony of jet engines roaring their delight of freedom the music of the nigh endless dance.

Nicole Rutger cast a scrutinizing eye on the crowd from the announcer’s box and began to make her way down the stairs to the stands. She fiddled with the golden badge on her breast pocket on the first step. She tipped her navy blue hat to the passing security guards on the second and third steps. She caressed the antennae of the radio at her left hip on the fourth, fifth and sixth steps. She tapped the handle of the firearm at her right hip as if to insure that it would never leave the holster on the last of the steps.

The officer shielded her eyes from the glaring sun of the afternoon in spite of the black visor of her cap, thankful to have her chocolate hair up in a bun and not sticking against the nape of her neck. As she looked down upon the multitudes of people surrounding her, the radio garbled some inane gibberish—mostly comments and the fascination of the machines that flew with all the allure of an exotic dancer. Nicole had never understood the appeal of a plane. They weighed more than a thousand times the air they cut through yet they still flied—it was bound to happen sooner or later, she had thought. It was a technological marvel—fine, so she was never interested in engineering. It was just another mode of transportation or a show for flashy tricks, and nothing more.

One spectator caught her interest, separate from the rest of the stands. It was a child—no more than seven or eight, she estimated—leaning against the fence, his neck craned and entire body following the acrobatics of the planes. He was lanky and frighteningly thin, she could almost say starved—but the boy starved not for food, but for the will and grace of the birds that were aloft in the heavens. Gingerly Nicole made her way to the adjacent stand. The boy was entranced with the ballet above him, his eyes following every turn like a choreographer.

The unkempt mass of blond hair swayed comically with his body. Nicole tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me…”

“Eh? Oh!” Startled, the boy shook his head and held it. “Ugh…why is everything green?”

Nicole chuckled inwardly and said, “Are you lost?”

It was a moment before the boy answered, apparently still trying to regain his wits. “N-no, ma’am.”

“Then why are you here on the ground? We don’t allow people to be this close.”

“Uh, well…the limit is the fence, right? I’m right behind the fence. I’m not breaking anything.”

“I have to take you back to your parents.”

“Aw… But the planes aren’t finished yet.” He glanced off to the side. “But,” his lips curled from the slightly pursed lips of contemplation to the grin of a cat, “you’re pretty! OK, I’ll go with you.” He looked up at her, beaming.

What struck Nicole were the boy’s eyes. They were bright blue orbs that seemed to reflect the very sky itself. After staring at him for a few awkward moments, she began to climb the stairs. The boy followed her.

“You’re cute, too, kiddo. What’s your name?”

“Charlie.”

“So, tell me. Why were you down there?”

“Planes are cool! That’s why.”

“Why do you like planes so much?”

“Well…I bet if you flew one, you’d just be like a bird! It must be great to fly above everybody else, isn’t it? I mean, birds don’t care what happens below them. That’s what birds think, I think. And think of all the sights they see!”

Nicole reflected on his sentiment. The stuff of dreams and curiosity…that’s what youth is, she thought.

“And?”

“That’s what I want to be when I grow up! I want to be a pilot. You know, a lot of my family were pilots.”

“I hope you become one. Carry on the family, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Right there.”

Charlie ran off to join them. Nicole waved at him and she was off on her way.

What comes out of the mouths of babes… She shrugged impassively before speaking a routine report in the radio. The air show was almost ending and the encore of the crowd would finish the act. She let her mind wander as she patrolled the rest of the stands. It would be nice to be a bird, like the boy had said. Get away from life for awhile. Come back tired but cleansed. Reborn. Then start the cycle again…

Nicole scoffed. What were the chances of that happening? She was firmly content with her job as a police officer. The victories over criminals were her birds, she decided. She was reborn with a stronger sense of duty and blessed with her family not receiving the phone call.

She retreated to the shadow of a canopy and she gazed intently at the planes. They landed, their tires squealing against the pavement, as if in protest that they had just awoken from a dark but peaceful dream. Gradually they braked to a complete halt.

Nicole resolved to never let her birds stop.

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Like what you've read? Want to see more? Then throw me some plot ideas, please. I can't seem to think of any decent ideas on my own...
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Hmm... Defenestration is such a fun word.

[Neko]

If this is an origanal fiction please mark it so in the topic or at the beginning of the fic. If it's another anime, you need to mark that as well.

If it's not, can you tell me how this pertains to Rockman exactly?
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[Tenryujin]

My bad. Fixed.
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Hmm... Defenestration is such a fun word.