Hi! Yeah, you might be thinking: If Veratican Justice has enough time to write a new story, then why doesn't she update her other stories? The reason is because... I'm... out of ideas. So 'We'll Meet You At Diablo Mountain' is on a short hiatus, but I'll be able to update new (oneshot) stories! This is probably my shortest one yet!
Commencing: Fanfiction: End of The Cycle
End of The Cycle
The woman props herself on the wall, smiling oh so slightly to herself. She has finally found it. After so, so, so long. Pity her crewmates aren't here to see this. How they would laugh and whoop and congratulate her. A celebration would follow, no doubt. She closes her eyes and the smile falters. If she concentrates hard enough, she's able to make out the happy sounds of kanpai-ing, as if a celebration had already begun. She blinks, and the sounds fade away.
She winces, as more blood gushes out of her wounds. Stupid traps. Stupid Marines. Stupid World Government. But all of these wounds are worth it, right? More than twenty years of searching, more than twenty years of failure…. The slab of block stands right in front of her, writing engraved onto it, and she has already read it twice.
But it hurts. It hurts so much. Not the wounds, the fact that her dearest nakama aren't here to see this. They had long since perished by her side, struck down by marines or pirates. Such foolhardy companions, she had, but they were dearest to her heart. They were her family, her only family, and they were gone.
She'll be joining them soon.
The room's getting hazy now, and she finds herself lying on the ground, still smiling, yet the world spins and spins like a bizarre merry go round. There are sounds of footsteps, thundering towards the room, sounds of yelling, and she knows that the reinforcements of the Marines has come. Her smile widens when she thinks of their expressions when they saw their fallen companions, and she wonders if her bounty will go up for homicide. Nah.
She takes a deep breath, choking slightly on her blood, and reads the slab one more time, trying to commit it to memory.
Ancient history... God...
The words blur in her mind as her energy fades, and she tries wishing that it would go away, that the Grim Reaper would take her life quickly. Part of her wonders if there is any small child, somewhere in the world, that wishes to find the very slab of stone that stands in front of her. She wonders if she should at least make a rubbing of it, maybe let it fly away with the wind and hope that the rubbing reaches the child. She shakes her head slightly. No chance of that. She's already out of energy.
Her eyesight is dimming, her body is heavy, and she closes her eyes with a deep, contented, happy sigh.
Because for the first time, Robin is not afraid of death.
End
I'm angry, you know? God, someone. Please. Review. I. Need. Feedback! And. Some. Freaking. Ideas. For. The. Sequel. Of. Ouroboros! Oh, and review for this one also while you're at it!
:P
-Veratican Justice