A.N For those of you who don't know what a vignette is, it is a short, descriptive literary sketch. A vignette can technically be any length, though it is usually brief.

I'll be writing quite a few of these (Since I'm such a failure at keeping longer stories going TT), the characters will differ, so will the ratings, as well as the moods. There will always be at least one Organization XIII member. Why? I'm monomaniac. Some will be connected like these first three and I'll be more than willing to continue any ones that you guys like.

Opposites

The two were like the sun and the moon; one louder than loud and brighter than bright, the other as quiet as a graveyard with the ability to go unnoticed unless you were actually looking.

The younger was warm like the heavenly body the Aztecs worshipped, life-giving and optimistic with eyes like Neptune's world; they shone with an inner light. An everlasting grin was pasted upon a tan childlike face and hair made of sand.

The elder was cold, with iron eyes as hard as obsidian, a Cupid's bow mouth turned into a perpetual gloomy countenance that could make babies cry, with messy slate hair that fell over one eye.

Their relationship was a difficult thing to watch. Each chased the other in their own ways. The younger with deafening notes played on strings and clamorous greetings, the elder with fierce watchful gazes and silent protectful fierceness. Unfortunately, both were oblivious to the other chasing them. So, the sun and the moon continued their lives, revolving in their lonely orbits, unaware of the other's pursuit.

Finally, the sun became upset and decided to confront the moon. The moon was confused and surprised by the sun's confession, hardly knowing how to react. The sun, taking this as rejection, fled to quiet corner of the sky, wallowing in the misery only the broken-hearted could feel. After recovering the moon raced after the sun and finally found the quiet corner to which the sun had retreated. At the sight of the moon the sun was ready to race away again, but the moon gripped the sun and portrayed the pent-up emotions with a kiss so soul-filled that it made the stars sob in frustration, knowing that they would never experience what the two were. The two heavenly bodies burned brighter than they ever had, content with the knowledge that they would be together for eternity.

That night the moon was murdered.

A.N Well this was the first. Please give compliments and constructive criticism. Also I'm open to suggestions for future subjects, so don't be shy!