A/N: Years have passed since I have been hiatus on writing anything English… And I decided that it's time improve my English skill once more. Thus, this is how I came to write such silly fan fiction.

And yes, I'm not really good at grammar.

Violet Factor

By: Rieska Verriert / masamune11 / shinigami-no-elie

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Chapter 1

Blue

The mild wind past her, waving the blonde locks of hair. The window—the very thing that has always managed to wear her off the boredom arising in the bedroom—revealed the same scenery she had seen for years. The young girl longed for the day she could embrace the beautiful scenery before her. Alas, she would not—the scenery before her will remain landscape.

The blonde-haired girl sighed. She wished to be free from the cursed place. Some people just decided that her existence were rare—a Mü, normally born between other Mü's. What made her special is far from the fact that she is a Mü.

Her thoughts traveled back to when she was considered to be 'special'. Apparently, her psionic manifestation was something considered rare—one that had never been seen before. The manifestation itself had not taken a concrete form. The last time she tried to manifest her power, the psionic energy concentrated from her formed nothing. Ah, to carry the violet Mü factor in her gene; she wondered whether it was blessing or curse.

The scent of fresh grass assaulted her nose. Afar, she could see some of the children playing in the seemingly everlasting grass field. Oh, if only she had no such thing as violet factor—she'd be free playing with those kids and made friends with them.

"Melissa?"

The blonde-haired girl turned toward the calling person. The girl, Melissa, smiled. Soldier Tony had always looked after the girl, even though he always had his hands full of things needed to be done. Ah, maybe visiting her is also part of the things he needed to do. Melissa didn't mind; the one person she had idolized was here.

"Uncle Tony! Don't you have something to do today?" The voice was surprisingly soft, but strong. Despite being locked up inside the room all day, Melissa learned a few things on how to be strong.

She could see the pink-haired soldier grinned and kneel so that his head is on the same level as Melissa. "Why, I think it's more important to visit you here and listen to your stories."

Melissa's eye brows quirked. Shouldn't it be the other way around? The young girl fold her hands neatly and pouted, "But you should be the one telling stories to me, Uncle Tony!"

Tony gave her a small laugh, knowing that this always happened. Melissa would great him with such heart-warming manner, and turned pouting just because he teased her. How cute…

"Well…" Tony stood up and gave her a smile. "What should I tell you today, Melissa?" The soldier took her hand and led her to the bed, so that the two of them could sit.

Melissa's eyes were sparkling with hope—scram those static landscape; she could survive even with only Tony giving her stories about the outside world that she might never reached.

"Tell me about…" Melissa looked at the window, toward the endless sky—the space. "How we come to Terra again!"

There was a flicker of surprise and despair flowing through Melissa's mind. Even though she still saw Tony's warm smile, the thought wave surprised her; she was sure it belonged to Tony.

The thought was instant. It went away as quickly as it came, just like a flash of thunder in a thunderstorm. Melissa's thought was soon overcome as Tony's started his story.

"It all begins with Soldier Blue…"

…And Melissa had to pay the story half of her attention as she wondered what the thought wave was before.

Tony smiled as she watched Melissa fell asleep between his stories. The little girl he knew, the one he tried to protect, and the one and only Mü who carried the violet Mü factor; shutting her in this room is one way to prevent her from danger, or so he thought.

His story had not been finished—Melissa was already asleep by the time he told of the 'Megiddo' occurrence. Half of his being was grateful; He's not sure whether he could tell how the soldier before him—Jomy Marquis Shin—died, without spilling tears.

Before he knew, his mind had already traveled to the distant event, happening many years back—he saw his 'grandpa', lying on the stairs giving him a reassuring smile. And when he tried to reach him…

Tony opened his eyes, realizing the wetness of his cheek. Ah, since when had he been crying? His grandpa was satisfied enough, even in the time of his death—why should he be regretful now?

Tony sighed. He could not lie—he missed the former soldier's presence. He missed his parents. He missed those who had died back then. Those facts haunted him until then, but Melissa's presence eased it out—what had she done to ward off those uneasiness'? Was that the power of the violet type Mü?

Tony wiped out the remaining wetness left on his cheeks. He had no time to mourn—he should be advancing to his office and attend another meeting—ah, when the world is at peace once more, his work seemed to be disaster. Gosh, his head is already throbbing now. Was it the air?

... Wait… throbbing?

Tony quickly got up onto his feet. His head ached, but this pain was not the kind he got when he's surrounded with loads of work. This aching sensation happened when a psionic burst happened. Else, there would be a massive amount of psionic energy manifesting near him.

Tony didn't have to look far to see the source of his headache. Nearby the window, he could see a massive amount of psionic energy forming. It was jelly-like at first, before the condensed psionic energy took a form of…

Tony's jaw dropped.

Soldier Blue was actually standing before his eyes. His eyes were closed, as though the person had never been dead in the first place. He was standing there, feeling the fresh wind moved his white strands of hair. His eyelids opened, and Tony saw strength beneath the fiery-red orbs.

"…Soldier Blue!?"

The said person nodded. His smile was genuine. "It's been a while hasn't it, Tony? You were still a child the last time I've seen you."

Blue's voice was too good to be true. He was dreaming—yes, it was the best logical explanation he could reach. How come a dead man could still be standing in front of the window, feeling the wind rushing past him?

"But you died—"

"Yes Tony, I'm already dead." Blue said, as though answering the said question of the other Soldier. It didn't surprise Blue at the very bit seeing the reaction which Tony gave, hearing the white-haired soldier just told him something… unnatural for him.

"So, why are you here… Soldier Blue?" Tony asked rather carefully. Surely, the one standing before him is not Blue. Blue was dead, and will never return. The last remaining option was impostor—yes, the one standing before him must be an impostor.

…yet, how come an impostor could materialize like that? He's not using teleportation!

To Tony's surprise, Blue chuckled lightly. "Don't you see?" Blue eyed Melissa, who was sleeping soundly on her bed. "It was her power which called on to me. She called upon my soul."

Tony lifted an eyebrow. The violet type could call upon the dead? Wasn't that supposed to be violation against nature herself? Was such thing even possible? Moreover, this happened when the girl slept, which mean she had no control over her power…

..Right?

"But how come? She's asleep!" Tony pointed his finger upon the sleeping girl form. However, His eyes widened as he saw a violet glow from the girl. She manifested her power while sleeping!

Tony's eyes quickly moved away from the sleeping girl form, meeting the red orbs of his predecessor. "Then… what are you?" The red haired soldier whispered, even disbelieving the miracle that happened before his eyes.

Blue just smiled. "It's me. I just want to pay the girl a visit, since she'd been so lonely… caged, I presume." Blue's smile was replaced with frown. His hands were already folded neatly.

Tony gulped. Yes, the order to 'cage' Melissa came from him. He was also curious about the power that Melissa have. Yet, he never expected such power—the power to call upon the dead—in a Violet Mü factor.

Blue rolled his eyes, before turning his back against the pink-haired soldier so that he could watch the darkness beyond the window. It was merely minutes after the sun set, yet the sky had already changed color drastically. The white-haired former soldier smiled though—this was Terra: the planet that he and his comrades had searched. This was, is, and will be, their promised land.

Blue smiled. He felt no regret, even though he's dead—not after seeing this beautiful panorama.

'And it's all thanks to the girl…' Blue's thought were silent, but Tony caught a glimpse of it. The current soldier could not help but smile. He slowly approached Blue, who was still feeling the wind rushing towards him. Tony stood next to the white-haired entity.

"Melissa is such a nice girl, Blue. Wait until you meet her—not sleeping, of course!" Tony chuckled. He was actually looking forward to see how Melissa would act when she saw Blue's ghost. The first time Tony had ever met the girl turned to be his bad hair day. Oh, his hair was covered with the girl's whipped cream back then, wasn't it?

"…How many years have passed since my death, Tony?" Blue asked. His tone was actually quite calm, despite the probability that his question would bring back memories. Tony, who tried to keep his composure, cocked his head away from Blue.

"70 years. Grandp—Jomy fulfilled your request splendidly, as we reached this planet 55 years ago." Tony said quite calmly. Yet, inside of his mind, pictures from the pasts kept rolling—memories of all those years sealed within his heart were summoned once more.

There was silence.

"I see…"

Blue's reply was so short that, yet again, another silence fell upon the room. Neither of them spoke, not because of the eerie sensation forming between them—the moon hanging on the sky was actually so breath-taking for both men that they momentarily forgot how to speak.

"The moon… It's beautiful." Tony murmured. This the first time in months that he could actually see the moon without being disturbed by the piling papers on his desk.

Tony could hear the other man chuckled lightly and turned towards the man as soon as possible. "What is it, Blue?"

"Even though I had always wanted to see Terra with my own eyes, I never expected myself to be dead, by the time I see it." Blue smiled. Tony slapped his head and was incredulous at Blue's statement.

"Can't you be thankful, at the very least? You could see Terra now, right? I don't even think dead people could see the living, or—even more impossible—their dream." Tony grunted, folding both of his hands.

"Yes, yes. Of course…" Blue chuckled again. Several seconds after chuckling, Blue's chuckle died out, leaving the eerie stillness surrounded both Müs. The pink-haired soldier standing beside him didn't bother to break off the silence—Blue was about to do it anyway, as he felt strong thought wave from the former Soldier. Sooner or later, Blue will have to break the stillness—Tony knew this.

"How is Physis?"

Tony had been ready to answer this question.

"She's fine. After your death, however…" Tony paused for several seconds, particularly eyeing the seemingly unending plain lying before the window. "She lost her Mü power. I guess you know this too well, don't you?" Tony rolled his eyes, wondering what else the red-eyed Mü would ask.

"I know." Blue curtly responded, not satisfied at how Tony answered the question. For God sake, Tony should have told him something he did not know. The white-haired Mü gave the soldier a meaningful look while his thought wave traveled to the pink-haired soldier.

Tony sighed adamantly, before folding his arms neatly. "You should be more specific about your question, Blue." Tony rolled eyes. But as the orange-orbs saw Blue's threatening glare, Tony felt he could shrink at the very spot.

"She's fine! Apparently, almost the kids in this building loved her and sometimes called her mother. Some even called her Goddess! There!" Tony ranted conspicuously. There goes the cool image he had kept for the last 50 years; and that all can be happened just by a threatening look from his ancestor.

"Had she been happy all this years?"

The next question was unexpected, but still answerable.

"Yes, she had. Even though at first she couldn't let go of your death, she learned to move on." Tony simply answered, remembering the times when Physis was overwhelmed by her emotion that her thought wave made his heart shriveled.

Blue made a chuckling noise, which made Tony curious. What's so funny about all this? This is not a laughing matter!

"Physis had done it." Blue sighed, relieved at the news. The red-eyed Mü turned toward Tony, gazing firmly at the orange-orbs. "…Why hadn't you, Tony?"

Tony did not answer Blue's question. Instead, the pink-haired soldier averted his sight from the red-eyed man, deciding that the panorama beyond the window was much interesting to see… rather then hearing the troubling question.

Blue made a curt sighed, resolving that Tony might not want to answer the question then. Changing the point of his conversation, He averted his eyes away from the window, before the red orbs reached the sight of the violet-factored Mü.

"Tony, can't you release the 'caged' bird?"

Tony gave the other Mü a meaningful look before replying the former Soldier. "Of course. I'm planning to release her from this… prison… after knowing what type of power she held."

Blue smiled—he believed Tony had a good reason why he had 'caged' the nice girl in this building. Whatever it was, He just believed.

'Because it's the person you had chosen to carry on our hopes, Jomy.'

Tony saw the red-eyed Mü mouthing a 'Thank You'. The next thing he knew, His predecessor had disintegrated into nothingness. The throbbing pain he experienced had gone as the 'ghost'—the condensed psionic energy before him—disappeared, leaving Tony standing alone behind the window of the room.

Tony's eyes traveled to the Mü sleeping on the bed. Tony smiled—he had his reasons why the girl had been caged. The violet glow surrounding Melissa had already dissipated. He could see how peaceful her face are—and how his heart ached as he, yet again, remembered other pieces of his memories.

Tony rolled his eyes. Artella died; that fact stung him the most beside Jomy's death. The fact that he'd been a fool for not noticing her feeling, and for not being able to tell her that he also… liked her had been one of his biggest regrets. The pain still lingered, even though years had passed.

Melissa always reminded him of her.

'…What am I thinking? I should be getting back to my room.' Tony shook his head. Mourning now would not solve the problems before them. He needs to go—he had work to do.

Tony walked towards the door and reached the doorknob. The pink-haired soldier looked at the sleeping girl form once more and smiled, before leaving the place in a silent manner.

The blonde girl stirred, with smile creeping upon her face. She dreamt of running through endless plains, where she could be free at last.