Brave New World
Rating: M
Summary: Teresa had killed Priscilla back when they'd fought. Teresa and Clare had fled, Irene returning to the organization with the grim news. A few months later Irene deserted, as planned, and met up with Teresa and Clare. Clare had become a claymore in that time by drinking Teresa's blood. Both Teresa and Irene went to work training the young Clare, turning her into a pretty formidable foe. Several years had passed before Teresa, Irene, and Clare attacked the organization. They acquired many allies, including the "Ghosts of Pieta" who were also attacking the organization. They'd brought the organization down, slaying their previous handlers with no remorse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea for this fanfic of course. Claymore belongs to NORIHIRO YAGI.
She stood with her allies on either side of her. Her back was turned to the burning remains of the Organization. Her bloodied sword was held firmly in her right hand, a telltale sign of its prior use. Her beautiful face devoid if its customary faint smile. She had been in a fierce battle with many-a-trainee and other warriors still brainwashed by the organization. She had split from the group to cover more ground. She'd met slightly more resistance than she'd expected, causing her to get serious. No, she hadn't released her yoki, not in the slightest. She'd made short work of the resistance she'd met, making her way to the meeting chamber. She hesitated, ever-so-slightly before killing the men clad in black garb.
The piercing sliver gems that were her eyes had fallen shut. Her face was tilted upward, looking at the bleak night sky. Everything that she'd just done was replaying in her head. It was her greatest accomplishment, in all her years of being a monster. She'd brought down the organization, leading the strike and killing all of their handlers. 'Except for one,' The thought had crossed her mind. 'I didn't kill Rubel. He wasn't even there.'
She was, is, Teresa of the Faint Smile. Her very name striking fear into the toughest of Claymore. The tales of her battles sending chills down the spines of her former bosses. She was renowned as the greatest Claymore…..no, monster to ever live.
Teresa's eyes opened, a breeze blowing past her lithe form, her golden yellow tresses flowing behind her like a rippling waterfall. The sky was dark, speckled with tiny constellations. The unearthly goddess tore her eyes away from the sky, looking ahead, her eyes shimmering against the dark. A faint smile played against her lips, reclaiming its place amongst her royal features.
"It's over." Her melodic voice declared. Her voice was strong and silky smooth. Her allies lifted their swords into the air, proclaiming their victory. She heard the numerous battle cries rise into the night sky. She glanced over at Irene, a smirk playing at her lips. She'd locked eyes with the silver-haired warrior briefly, conveying her message. She turned to Clare, who was looking up at the sky, at the twinkling white stars.
The organization was no more. They were free from their chains. They no longer had to fear the vicious and cruel men in black. For some, they were free, but still chained. They were like birds. The cage door had been opened for them, yet they were afraid to fly away. They were afraid of the new challenges they would have to face. They feared that somehow the organization would return and they would be sent to their deaths.
Teresa spoke up, "The organization is gone, forever destroyed. The only thing left before this land can truly be at peace is to slay the remaining yoma." Murmurs could be heard throughout the area. The golden-haired warrior spoke up once more. "We all need to split up. We will go in groups of two, to cut down on the time it takes to clear the regions, and for safety. Go with someone who can play to your strengths and cover your weaknesses. I want to avoid as many casualties as possible. If everything goes well, it will take us 2 years at most to eliminate the yoma threat."
With Teresa's short speech over, the claymores separated. The numerous pairings were settled, at everyone stood at attention, not daring to say a word until they knew Teresa was finished speaking. Before Teresa could speak however, Irene cut her off. "These pairing will remain dynamic. There's no reason for us not to be able to change our minds based on battle ability and the like. With that said, Teresa and I will accompany the groups who feel unsure of their choices. Teresa previously stated that we want no causalities, and I'm prepared to make sure none occur."
Everyone heard Teresa's sigh. She'd been dragged into another of Irene's plans. Ever since Teresa had told Irene about making Clare a claymore, there seemed to be a bit of tension between them. Teresa spoke up again, "Irene's plan is sufficient enough, so I'm obligated to agree. Everyone who is unsure raise your hand so Irene and I know what we're working with."
Irene and Teresa saw 7 hands go up. "Ok," Teresa spoke, "I'll take the three lowest ranking warriors. Irene will take two, and Galatea will take two." Teresa looked at Galatea who just closed her eyes, leaning against a tree.
Galatea spoke up, not caring what the others thought. "I refuse. I would be better doing my job as the 'God-eye'. The fact that I'm being forced to have a partner is more than stressful to begin with as I usually work alone. I'm quite sure you can sympathize with that Teresa." She opened her eyes, glancing at the Number 1 ranked warrior, "And you as well Irene." Her eyes passed over Irene's form.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter Number 3. You are the strongest warrior here besides Teresa and myself." Irene's voice was calm and cool.
Galatea smirked slightly. "Actually, I believe our Phantom would be more suited for group combat. She is said to be even stronger than Number 1 when she works in a group."
Teresa agreed silently, nodding her head at the suggestion. "Then Irene will take four of the warriors and Miria will take the other three. Anyone with any problems can take it up with me." Teresa's faint smile settled on her face, wanting someone to object.
Upon hearing nothing, she began speaking again. "Then it's settled. Irene and Miria will lead the groups for three weeks before breaking off. Galatea and I will be working alone until we meet up with our partners – Miria and Irene. Now let's get moving, we've wasted enough time in one place."
The claymore dispersed, Irene, Miria, Galatea, and Teresa hanging behind for a few seconds before going their separate ways. They would see each other again, without a doubt. "Three weeks until I see her again. It's just three weeks. We've been apart for longer intervals." That was the thought running through all four of their minds before they'd parted. Only time would tell what would happen next.
A/N: Please rate and review. This is my first fanfic, so give me some ideas. Feel free to criticize, I need to know what I should change up. Thanks and I hope you look forward to later chapters xD