A/U: This is not a YohxAnna like I usually do. A LysergxJeanne more like.
This is a trilogy for them two and well, the continuation depends on
whether everyone doesn't kill me after reading or doesn't send me a review
(but that's your choice). Oh and there's OOC, a lot in fact. Hope everyone
likes it. ^-^;
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King!
~*~
Endless Moment
By: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
*
Chapter I
Jeanne followed the nun meekly, her head bowed. She clutched the handle of her suitcase tightly as she followed her to the study of the Mother Superior. She happened to look sideways into the open window, seeing the beautiful cherry blossoms on the tree, blooming. A small smile hopped into her pale lips; she liked those and cannot help but remember that Lyserg Diethyl used to give her armfuls.
The nun, dressed in immaculate white smiled to her and led her inside the room. It wasn't anything like Jeanne imagined because the walls were filled with a shelf of books and quite a few magnificent paintings and an icon of the Virgin. An open balcony was accessible at the side and left open to let a cool breeze for the door that was parallel to the door.
"Ah, Jeanne," Mother Superior said kindly as she embraced the young girl. Her smile was radiant for her only niece. The knowledge of her wanting to follow her footsteps to holiness was wonderful.
"Good morning, Mother Superior," said Jeanne softly. Her voice had that delicate quality of a soprano, like a feather tossed in a storm that would return unscathed. She bowed politely and sat down at the velvet chair before the desk as the nun sat at hers.
The old woman eyed the girl; she was young, turning fourteen in a few months time. She was almost like her in her youth so long ago; light haired and pale-skinned, graceful with ruby-red eyes. She was a beauty, no denial on that.
"It's wonderful to see you again. I trust you are well?" asked Mother Superior well naturedly. The red eyes gazed at her solemnly, curiously soothing.
An audible yes answered her.
Mother Superior smiled and continued inquiries to the girl, accidentally looking at the beautiful painted icon. The soothing warmth, almost tangible, kept giving her the feeling that the young woman before her were meant for something else like another way to grow into holiness.
Jeanne seemed to have traced her gaze at the icon and smiled softly. "It's a beautiful painting. Mama Mary, showing herself to the young girl in Lourdes, is it?"
The old woman nodded smilingly. "That is right; a painter gave it to us in a religious celebration."
Jeanne stared into it; oddly feeling that she had seen it once before. She wrenched her eyes away and wrung her delicate hands on her lap primly. It must be from her dream.
"Do you want to become a nun so badly?" Mother Superior asked gravely. Her kind blue eyes turned serious. The feeling was growing stronger.
If she turned the girl away, it was breaking a family tradition. Yet if she didn't then Jeanne might regret it for life and it was ignoring divine intervention.
Jeanne stared at her politely, slightly puzzled. Why was she asking that? Was it not her who suggested that she, Jeanne, follow her footsteps?
Then she recalled that she had fervently desired to be a nun not only because her aunt was one, but because she knew she was fated to do so. It had first come to her when she attended her first mass at this same convent and saw the solemnity and sanctity of their works; plus it wasn't a waste of her life to become nothing but a saint on earth.
"Jeanne?"
"Yes," answered Jeanne.
"My child, are you very sure?" Mother Superior asked gently, "Has it not appeared to you that you are meant for something more? That this, the road you are about to tread is not your destiny?"
"N-Not mine," repeated Jeanne numbly. She tried not to stare. What the Mother Superior said suddenly threw her focused mind into confusion. What did she mean by those words? Was she not worthy enough on the sacred duty?
"Just reconsider, my dear girl that you are like a nightingale; something that is meant to be free and not caged on these stone walls. Your purity of soul must be meant to be shared for the world, go sing," the old nun said softly, as if she knew what Jeanne was thinking. "That is your fate, your special way to sanctity."
Jeanne honestly didn't understand but what she really understood was that she was being turned away from the solemnity and sanctity of the convent. Away from the world she had looked forward to ever since a young child.
"W-Why?" asked Jeanne, her eyes brimming with hot tears and as her hands clenched fiercely in her lap. "Why?"
"Because God has another plan, my little one, He has a better life planned out for you." Mother Superior replied softly.
"Another? Does He even know what I want? Why would I live outside if I want in?" she retorted as her shoulders trembled at her suppressed tears. "Saint Therese begged to be let in? Can't I beg for myself?"
Mother Superior smiled sadly, "Sadly, no, my little flower. Like Saint Rita, you have to trust God's will even though you don't want it to happen. Don't you want to serve God in your own way, in the way he has laid out for you? Do you not, my Jeanne?"
She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief before looking again at Mother Superior. "I-I understand."
She got up, clutching he little carpetbag filled with all her belongings. She was about to head to the door when Mother Superior hugged her in a motherly fashion.
"Stay safe my little flower. May God protect you," Mother Superior said softly as she released Jeanne. She watched her bow and starts to walk away towards the open door.
"Do not be sorry that you cannot offer your life this way. He has better plans for you." Mother Superior said she blessed Jeanne as the girl left the room.
Jeanne walked down the quiet halls, her footsteps echoing strangely. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, feeling slightly disappointed that she will never become a nun.
Every step she took towards the huge closed doors she felt a painful tugging in her heart, like she felt she was walking away from God.
With a resolute breath and determined look she started walking down the dirt road, the definite heat of the summer sun beat down at her. The cool breeze made her cotton blue dress and her untied ash blond hair flutter as her bag bumped against her leg.
She was heading towards town, intending to rent a room on an inn before proceeding back to the old headquarters of the X-Laws. It will be wonderful to live again in the quiet chapel like in the days when they had to fight Asakura Hao.
But those were over now. Asakura Yoh has succeeded in eradicating the world of Hao and was the Shaman King. There was no need for the X-Laws now.
Jeanne wished she had brought a hat or an umbrella at least to protect her from the sun's searing heat. It was starting to make her vision to haze a bit.
She kept walking, strategically checking for the signs to the town. Her directions were right; it was about three miles by far, due north and she should be seeing it by now. Yet nothing met her eyes but the long and winding dirt path without any trees to line it with.
Jeanne wiped her forehead with her immaculate white handkerchief.
A distant sound of horses met her ears.
She continued walking, concluding it must have been her imagination.
The hastened sounds grew louder.
Why were the surroundings moving? Her throat felt parched and hot, dry like earth.
The horses seemed to have rushed and were stopping and a voice. A gentle yet concerned voice.
"Jeanne-sama, daijobu desu ka. Jeanne-sama!"
She glanced sideways and last saw a flash of green before falling into a faint.
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A/U: This is my first attempt to LysergxJeanne. Please review/comment/suggest/flame via that little button below or through email. Um.I guess I haven't had a clue on what to do so I guess. please help me? And I'm going though a writer's block; I think it'll be over soon so expect a few apologies going around.
Oh, about this entire religious stuff. I better explain. I'm a Filipino and brought up to be a good little Roman Catholic Christian. I guess I took the idea from St. Therese's of Lisieux mother's story. she was turned away and she gave birth to a saint. So God does have a plan, anyhow there's sweet fluff going around next chapter. Well, remember guys, may God take care of you and no harm come. Bye!
~love Eriol-chan~
P.S. What are Jeanne's last name and her hair color? (Sorry!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King!
~*~
Endless Moment
By: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
*
Chapter I
Jeanne followed the nun meekly, her head bowed. She clutched the handle of her suitcase tightly as she followed her to the study of the Mother Superior. She happened to look sideways into the open window, seeing the beautiful cherry blossoms on the tree, blooming. A small smile hopped into her pale lips; she liked those and cannot help but remember that Lyserg Diethyl used to give her armfuls.
The nun, dressed in immaculate white smiled to her and led her inside the room. It wasn't anything like Jeanne imagined because the walls were filled with a shelf of books and quite a few magnificent paintings and an icon of the Virgin. An open balcony was accessible at the side and left open to let a cool breeze for the door that was parallel to the door.
"Ah, Jeanne," Mother Superior said kindly as she embraced the young girl. Her smile was radiant for her only niece. The knowledge of her wanting to follow her footsteps to holiness was wonderful.
"Good morning, Mother Superior," said Jeanne softly. Her voice had that delicate quality of a soprano, like a feather tossed in a storm that would return unscathed. She bowed politely and sat down at the velvet chair before the desk as the nun sat at hers.
The old woman eyed the girl; she was young, turning fourteen in a few months time. She was almost like her in her youth so long ago; light haired and pale-skinned, graceful with ruby-red eyes. She was a beauty, no denial on that.
"It's wonderful to see you again. I trust you are well?" asked Mother Superior well naturedly. The red eyes gazed at her solemnly, curiously soothing.
An audible yes answered her.
Mother Superior smiled and continued inquiries to the girl, accidentally looking at the beautiful painted icon. The soothing warmth, almost tangible, kept giving her the feeling that the young woman before her were meant for something else like another way to grow into holiness.
Jeanne seemed to have traced her gaze at the icon and smiled softly. "It's a beautiful painting. Mama Mary, showing herself to the young girl in Lourdes, is it?"
The old woman nodded smilingly. "That is right; a painter gave it to us in a religious celebration."
Jeanne stared into it; oddly feeling that she had seen it once before. She wrenched her eyes away and wrung her delicate hands on her lap primly. It must be from her dream.
"Do you want to become a nun so badly?" Mother Superior asked gravely. Her kind blue eyes turned serious. The feeling was growing stronger.
If she turned the girl away, it was breaking a family tradition. Yet if she didn't then Jeanne might regret it for life and it was ignoring divine intervention.
Jeanne stared at her politely, slightly puzzled. Why was she asking that? Was it not her who suggested that she, Jeanne, follow her footsteps?
Then she recalled that she had fervently desired to be a nun not only because her aunt was one, but because she knew she was fated to do so. It had first come to her when she attended her first mass at this same convent and saw the solemnity and sanctity of their works; plus it wasn't a waste of her life to become nothing but a saint on earth.
"Jeanne?"
"Yes," answered Jeanne.
"My child, are you very sure?" Mother Superior asked gently, "Has it not appeared to you that you are meant for something more? That this, the road you are about to tread is not your destiny?"
"N-Not mine," repeated Jeanne numbly. She tried not to stare. What the Mother Superior said suddenly threw her focused mind into confusion. What did she mean by those words? Was she not worthy enough on the sacred duty?
"Just reconsider, my dear girl that you are like a nightingale; something that is meant to be free and not caged on these stone walls. Your purity of soul must be meant to be shared for the world, go sing," the old nun said softly, as if she knew what Jeanne was thinking. "That is your fate, your special way to sanctity."
Jeanne honestly didn't understand but what she really understood was that she was being turned away from the solemnity and sanctity of the convent. Away from the world she had looked forward to ever since a young child.
"W-Why?" asked Jeanne, her eyes brimming with hot tears and as her hands clenched fiercely in her lap. "Why?"
"Because God has another plan, my little one, He has a better life planned out for you." Mother Superior replied softly.
"Another? Does He even know what I want? Why would I live outside if I want in?" she retorted as her shoulders trembled at her suppressed tears. "Saint Therese begged to be let in? Can't I beg for myself?"
Mother Superior smiled sadly, "Sadly, no, my little flower. Like Saint Rita, you have to trust God's will even though you don't want it to happen. Don't you want to serve God in your own way, in the way he has laid out for you? Do you not, my Jeanne?"
She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief before looking again at Mother Superior. "I-I understand."
She got up, clutching he little carpetbag filled with all her belongings. She was about to head to the door when Mother Superior hugged her in a motherly fashion.
"Stay safe my little flower. May God protect you," Mother Superior said softly as she released Jeanne. She watched her bow and starts to walk away towards the open door.
"Do not be sorry that you cannot offer your life this way. He has better plans for you." Mother Superior said she blessed Jeanne as the girl left the room.
Jeanne walked down the quiet halls, her footsteps echoing strangely. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, feeling slightly disappointed that she will never become a nun.
Every step she took towards the huge closed doors she felt a painful tugging in her heart, like she felt she was walking away from God.
With a resolute breath and determined look she started walking down the dirt road, the definite heat of the summer sun beat down at her. The cool breeze made her cotton blue dress and her untied ash blond hair flutter as her bag bumped against her leg.
She was heading towards town, intending to rent a room on an inn before proceeding back to the old headquarters of the X-Laws. It will be wonderful to live again in the quiet chapel like in the days when they had to fight Asakura Hao.
But those were over now. Asakura Yoh has succeeded in eradicating the world of Hao and was the Shaman King. There was no need for the X-Laws now.
Jeanne wished she had brought a hat or an umbrella at least to protect her from the sun's searing heat. It was starting to make her vision to haze a bit.
She kept walking, strategically checking for the signs to the town. Her directions were right; it was about three miles by far, due north and she should be seeing it by now. Yet nothing met her eyes but the long and winding dirt path without any trees to line it with.
Jeanne wiped her forehead with her immaculate white handkerchief.
A distant sound of horses met her ears.
She continued walking, concluding it must have been her imagination.
The hastened sounds grew louder.
Why were the surroundings moving? Her throat felt parched and hot, dry like earth.
The horses seemed to have rushed and were stopping and a voice. A gentle yet concerned voice.
"Jeanne-sama, daijobu desu ka. Jeanne-sama!"
She glanced sideways and last saw a flash of green before falling into a faint.
~*~
[101203]
A/U: This is my first attempt to LysergxJeanne. Please review/comment/suggest/flame via that little button below or through email. Um.I guess I haven't had a clue on what to do so I guess. please help me? And I'm going though a writer's block; I think it'll be over soon so expect a few apologies going around.
Oh, about this entire religious stuff. I better explain. I'm a Filipino and brought up to be a good little Roman Catholic Christian. I guess I took the idea from St. Therese's of Lisieux mother's story. she was turned away and she gave birth to a saint. So God does have a plan, anyhow there's sweet fluff going around next chapter. Well, remember guys, may God take care of you and no harm come. Bye!
~love Eriol-chan~
P.S. What are Jeanne's last name and her hair color? (Sorry!)