A Servant's Duty
by Demona
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Miyu and I have been returning Shinma to darkness for an untold number
of years. I have nearly forgotten what existence was like without the
presence of Miyu. In fact, I stopped counting the years we spent
together long ago. Time has no meaning to an immortal. The days and
weeks and months all melted like winter snow. The years fluttered away,
falling, skimming, like shimmering tree leaves.
Miyu and I show no traces of age. It is almost as if time's withering
old hand has passed us both by. I must admit, I prefer it this way. I
cannot imagine Miyu as an elderly old woman. To me, she has always been
a young girl, pure and untouched by age. Yes... That is how she will
always be to me. Her outward appearance is quite deceiving, but within
her she holds the wisdom and sorrow of untold years. Even after all
this time, she still manages to surprises me.
I protect her with my life. It is my duty, one that I perform most
solemnly. I have no meaning without Miyu. The feelings I have for her
run far deeper than that of a servant and his master. They are stronger
than the bond between a father and his daughter or the friendship
between two colleagues. It is all of these, yet, more. I... love her.
No... It is not merely enough to say that I love her. I think of it as
a pure and perfect love, not merely romantic love or platonic love. It
is much more than that. She is the other half of the soul I never knew
I had. No words could ever express how I truly feel. Sadly enough, I
cannot tell her any of this.
But in an odd, odd way, I suppose she understands how I feel. I do not
leave her side for long periods of time. And when I do, I always return.
I have no where else to go, no where else to be, no where else I would
rather be. She finds comfort and safety in my embrace.
I am willing to wait an eternity to know one moment of true joy.
Sometimes, late at night, while she sleeps, I steal a long glance at
her sleeping form. I dream of what it would feel like to gaze into her
gold eyes, to gently thread my hands into her soft brown hair, and feel
the tender sweetness of her delicate lips, without the prison of my
mask. I long to whisper my adoration in her ear and touch the skin of
her pale porcelain cheek. I yearn to hear her giggle in her childish
manner, wrap her arms around me, and forget her sadness.
I used to hope that our hunt would never end. I silently reprimand
myself for my selfishness. Her strength is fueled by her desire to free
her parents. I know at times she grows weary of her duty, her burden. I
like to think I help ease the pain and loneliness with my presence.
I am unsure of what the future brings. When her dark mission is at last
completed, when the last of the stray Shinma is returned to darkness,
will we return together? Would she be forced to continue as guardian of
this mortal realm without my help? Or will the one dearest to my heart
be forced to banish me to the Dark? I am uncertain whether I should
dread the arrival of that day or delight in it. Nevertheless, I, Larva,
eternal servant of Miyu, huntress of Shinma, shall await the day in
silence.
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Authors Notes:
Gee, where to start? First, I couldn't decide on the proper point of
view, so I wrote two stories: Larva's POV and a kinda-sorta
omniscient/narrative one. I thought Larva turned out better, but I
still combined elements from my backup story. I did my best to make
them as grammatically correct as possible, so excuse any tiny errors.
If there's a hugely massive error, please tell me!
I notice now that I'm inconsistent when I refer to Miyu's mission of
returning stray Shinma. I use "her mission" and "our mission"
interchangeably. I figured if Larva is Miyu's servant, her mission
would become his mission. Ain't logic grand? I hope it doesn't confuse
anyone.
Enjoy.
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Revised Author's Notes:
Wow! I'd forgotten how long it's been since I last sat down to write
fanfic. I'm mentally kicking myself for not putting some kind of date
on this piece, but I'll fix that soon enough. I'd written some VPM
prose after posting this, but it was lost on my old computer's hard
drive :` *sob* My dream of a fic was supposed to take place many, MANY
years after the OAVs, the series, and the New Vampire Princess Miyu
comics by Studio Ironcat (who I adore, BTW, for the wonderful
translating). Too bad I never read the Antarctic Press Miyu comics. If
anyone is selling or knows where to buy some, PLEASE let me know.
On a smaller note, I've changed my email address so you'll probably get
a response from me now. After such a long time, it'd be interesting to
see if my writing style's refined any. Although, I'd have to put aside
some of the Vision of Escaflowne work I've been doing. And I have been
meaning to track down another work I wrote in my youth... but I digress.
In any case, let me know what you think.
9/30/2000
Feedback: Sure. I need inspiration. claw789@yahoo.com
by Demona
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Miyu and I have been returning Shinma to darkness for an untold number
of years. I have nearly forgotten what existence was like without the
presence of Miyu. In fact, I stopped counting the years we spent
together long ago. Time has no meaning to an immortal. The days and
weeks and months all melted like winter snow. The years fluttered away,
falling, skimming, like shimmering tree leaves.
Miyu and I show no traces of age. It is almost as if time's withering
old hand has passed us both by. I must admit, I prefer it this way. I
cannot imagine Miyu as an elderly old woman. To me, she has always been
a young girl, pure and untouched by age. Yes... That is how she will
always be to me. Her outward appearance is quite deceiving, but within
her she holds the wisdom and sorrow of untold years. Even after all
this time, she still manages to surprises me.
I protect her with my life. It is my duty, one that I perform most
solemnly. I have no meaning without Miyu. The feelings I have for her
run far deeper than that of a servant and his master. They are stronger
than the bond between a father and his daughter or the friendship
between two colleagues. It is all of these, yet, more. I... love her.
No... It is not merely enough to say that I love her. I think of it as
a pure and perfect love, not merely romantic love or platonic love. It
is much more than that. She is the other half of the soul I never knew
I had. No words could ever express how I truly feel. Sadly enough, I
cannot tell her any of this.
But in an odd, odd way, I suppose she understands how I feel. I do not
leave her side for long periods of time. And when I do, I always return.
I have no where else to go, no where else to be, no where else I would
rather be. She finds comfort and safety in my embrace.
I am willing to wait an eternity to know one moment of true joy.
Sometimes, late at night, while she sleeps, I steal a long glance at
her sleeping form. I dream of what it would feel like to gaze into her
gold eyes, to gently thread my hands into her soft brown hair, and feel
the tender sweetness of her delicate lips, without the prison of my
mask. I long to whisper my adoration in her ear and touch the skin of
her pale porcelain cheek. I yearn to hear her giggle in her childish
manner, wrap her arms around me, and forget her sadness.
I used to hope that our hunt would never end. I silently reprimand
myself for my selfishness. Her strength is fueled by her desire to free
her parents. I know at times she grows weary of her duty, her burden. I
like to think I help ease the pain and loneliness with my presence.
I am unsure of what the future brings. When her dark mission is at last
completed, when the last of the stray Shinma is returned to darkness,
will we return together? Would she be forced to continue as guardian of
this mortal realm without my help? Or will the one dearest to my heart
be forced to banish me to the Dark? I am uncertain whether I should
dread the arrival of that day or delight in it. Nevertheless, I, Larva,
eternal servant of Miyu, huntress of Shinma, shall await the day in
silence.
----------=====+++++=====----------
Authors Notes:
Gee, where to start? First, I couldn't decide on the proper point of
view, so I wrote two stories: Larva's POV and a kinda-sorta
omniscient/narrative one. I thought Larva turned out better, but I
still combined elements from my backup story. I did my best to make
them as grammatically correct as possible, so excuse any tiny errors.
If there's a hugely massive error, please tell me!
I notice now that I'm inconsistent when I refer to Miyu's mission of
returning stray Shinma. I use "her mission" and "our mission"
interchangeably. I figured if Larva is Miyu's servant, her mission
would become his mission. Ain't logic grand? I hope it doesn't confuse
anyone.
Enjoy.
----------=====+++++=====----------
Revised Author's Notes:
Wow! I'd forgotten how long it's been since I last sat down to write
fanfic. I'm mentally kicking myself for not putting some kind of date
on this piece, but I'll fix that soon enough. I'd written some VPM
prose after posting this, but it was lost on my old computer's hard
drive :` *sob* My dream of a fic was supposed to take place many, MANY
years after the OAVs, the series, and the New Vampire Princess Miyu
comics by Studio Ironcat (who I adore, BTW, for the wonderful
translating). Too bad I never read the Antarctic Press Miyu comics. If
anyone is selling or knows where to buy some, PLEASE let me know.
On a smaller note, I've changed my email address so you'll probably get
a response from me now. After such a long time, it'd be interesting to
see if my writing style's refined any. Although, I'd have to put aside
some of the Vision of Escaflowne work I've been doing. And I have been
meaning to track down another work I wrote in my youth... but I digress.
In any case, let me know what you think.
9/30/2000
Feedback: Sure. I need inspiration. claw789@yahoo.com