After so many silly fics that are written in notebooks somewhere in my room
and will be typed and posted later, I finally feel like my old self, and
ready to write something sad. Hopefully, no one's going to be seriously
disappointed. Not that there's anyone out there to be disappointed.
Now that that's out of my system, this particular fic is inspired by Songwind's 'Bishonen and Bishojo!' fic. It's hilariously funny, and you should really read it. All 42 chapters. The only character in this entire damn thing I own is Donn. Steal her, and I'll use your guts for garters. Steal anyone else, and deal with the people who own him or her. I really don't give a damn.
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Carol hoisted her son a little higher on her hip, wiping sweat from her forehead. She cast a glance laden with worry over her shoulder at her new trainer. The tall, longhaired Bishonen named Nuriko was still carrying the poor girl, who, in turn, was still passed out.
And Carol completely and totally understood how the frail human girl must feel, considering everything bad that had happened lately. Even well into Sama level, Carol herself felt ready to crack.
"Mama?" The Chibi Bikky in her weary arms asked, his young voice full of concern. "Mama, are you okay? You look sleepy."
"I am sleepy, Bik-chan." Carol replied, laughing. "I'll see about resting a while sometime soon, okay?"
"Kay, Mama." Bikky said, burying his head in her shoulder and hair again.
"Hey, Nuriko-san, I think we should stop now." Carol said, leaning heavily against a handy tree nearby. "I'm not sure about the others, but I know for a fact I won't last much longer."
"I suppose we should." Nuriko conceded, looking through the trees lining the road for a good campsite. "I think I hear running water nearby." He continued. "Would you and the others mind setting up camp while I go and give Miss Donn a good bath?"
"Of course not." Carol replied, putting Bikky down. "Bik-chan, dearheart, do Mama a favor and go tell the others we're stopping, will you?"
"Sure thing, Mama!" Bikky said happily, trotting off to find Donn's other Bishies, who had ranged out in a protective circle around their trainer.
Nuriko and his burden disappeared through the trees off to the left, and Carol began gathering wood for a fire and reviewing their limited options for that night's dinner.
Kurama was the first to appear once Carol had managed to get a fairly large blaze going.
"Has she improved at all?" The redheaded fox demon asked quietly, dropping cross-legged to the ground on Carol's right.
"No." The Bishojo replied, just as quietly.
"And neither have you." Sango said, taking the space to the left of Carol. "Don't try to keep it all inside, honey. We all know you're in pain, and it hurts us to see you bottling it up like this; cry, just once. See if it helps."
Carol glanced from one to the other of her best friends, and felt all of the walls she'd so carefully built over the past week crumble.
"Sango, Kurama, what am I going to do?" She demanded tearfully, burying her face in her hands. "I can't do this! If it weren't for Bik- chan, I would have followed Bikky into death and beyond if I had to, to be with him! And how am I supposed to raise my child without a father? I can't bring him up alone! I don't even know how much longer I can stand to look at my own son before it drives me insane, because every single time I look, I see Bikky instead of Bik-chan! God, I just can't take it!" She continued to sob hysterically, Sango and Kurama comforting her wordlessly.
Carol finally cried herself to sleep on Kurama's shoulder nearly an hour later. He and Sango gently placed the exhausted woman in her sleeping bag, just as the others- Nuriko and Donn included- converged on the forest clearing.
Chibi Bikky went immediately to his mother, pausing only long enough to remove his skates and hat before climbing into the sleeping bag and promptly falling asleep.
"So she finally let herself mourn, de gozaru yo." Kenshin said, smiling sadly at the sleeping mother and son.
"Yeah." Usagi said, setting Bikky's skates and hat next to the fire, where he could easily spot them in the morning. "Her pain is much less now, though I'm still lost as to how she can bear it."
"Who knows?" Nuriko shrugged. "Maybe it's the fact that she has to be strong, for her child."
"I think that Bik-chan is the only thing tying Carol down right now." Sango said slowly, hesitant to bring up the idea she and Kurama had been discussing lately. "I. . .I think we should release her of that tie."
"I agree." Heero seconded from the other side of the campfire, closing his laptop. "When we have sufficient funds and equipment to deal with the relapse of loosing one of the team, we will broach the subject to Carol herself. Daughter, you and Kenshin will have first watch tonight. Wake Kurama and myself at oh-one hundred hours. Everyone else, get some sleep. We move out early tomorrow." Then, following an old saying, he practiced what he preached and climbed into his sleeping bag.
~*~Two Days Later~*~
"Wow! I've never seen a Daughter fight like that!" The breathless trainer exclaimed, watching with open admiration in his eyes as Usagi cleaned and bandaged Daughters wounds. "I must say, I'm deeply impressed!" He continued, turning to Carol, who sat with Kenshin, shielding Bikky from sight. "Are you her trainer?"
"No." Heero said without looking up from his laptop when Carol hesitated. "Carol-sama is a Bishojo. Our trainer is incapacitated at the moment."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The trainer questioned.
"Unable to comply." Heero stated firmly. "Information is classified and inaccessible."
"Whatever." The blonde boy shrugged and dug into his pocket. "Here're your winnings." He turned, waving over his shoulder. "Give your trainer my compliments!" Then he was gone, his newly healed Skuld trudging along behind him.
"Did I get us enough?" Daughter asked hopefully, wincing as Chibi Bikky pulled one of her wings and giggled.
"More than enough, D-chan." Alfeegi assured the buxom angel girl with a slight smile. "Perhaps Sango and Kurama should entertain the child while our champion rests." He suggested as Bik-chan started in on Daughter's ears.
"Sounds good to me." Sango said, stealing Bikky's hat and running off with it.
"Hey! My hat!" Bikky yelled, running after Sango. "Gimme, Auntie San! Gimme!" Kurama followed the pair, catching Carol's small smile as he left the clearing.
"Carol." Heero said after a moment. "We have something to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Carol asked nervously, looking around the ring of Bishies.
"You wish for death." Alfeegi said quietly. "I have known this feeling many times myself, and I can recognize it in the eyes of another."
"But-" Carol started, only to be interrupted by Usagi.
"But you don't want Bikky to grow up parentless." The blonde said, her brilliant blue eyes unusually somber.
"Carol-sama, we believe we can help you." Nuriko said. "Sango and Kurama have agreed to adopt Bikky, if you want them to."
"And?" Carol prompted after a long and awkward silence.
"And I will free you." Came a soft voice, harsh with grief and disuse, from Nuriko's lap, silencing the entire group.
"D-Donn?" Daughter asked shakily, breaking out of her shocked trance first. "You're awake!"
"And you're hurt..." Donn murmured, her usually sparkling hazel eyes a dull gray-brown as they took in the bandages on Daughter's arms, leg, and torso.
"Yes."
"Donn..." Carol whispered quietly. She pushed herself to her feet, stumbling across the grass and into her trainer's weak but open arms. "I have to go to him, Donn! I can't live without him! I'm going insane!"
"I know, baby, I know." Donn soothed, gently rubbing Carol's back. "I will free you, and you will be able to go to him, I promise."
"Thank you." Carol managed weakly between sobs. "Thank you so much, Donn."
~*~Later That Night~*~
"Are you ready, Carol?" Donn asked, her voice still so weak it was barely audible.
"I have been for some time." Carol answered, her voice heavy with anticipation as she turned to face her friends. "The question is, is Heero ready?"
"I accepted this mission." Heero stated matter-of-factly, pulling out his gun. "I *will* carry it out."
"Good." Carol whispered.
Donn, her hands shaking, picked up Carol's empty bish-ball and smashed it.
"Do it, Heero." Carol ordered as Donn's presence left the back of her mind. "Before you change your mind."
To keep from waking Bikky, a silencer had been added to the end of the gun; thus, only a loud click signaled the bullet being fired, and a wet thud when the small piece of rounded metal found its mark in Carol's chest.
As she fell to her knees, blood welling up at the corners of her mouth, Carol smiled in pure and genuine joy.
"I'm coming, Bikky." She whispered, falling slowly forward. "I'm finally coming..."
Heero let his gun fall from numb fingers as her turned his tear- streaked face to the jewel-bedecked sky.
"Mission... accomplished." He whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes as a single bright star streaked across the horizon.
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Didn't I tell you that I'm back to being a bitch? If you don't like it, don't read this. It's that simple. To those that haven't blown up their computers, review and tell me what you think. I thrive on flames. Feed me! Next chapter will be up just as soon as I write it.
Now that that's out of my system, this particular fic is inspired by Songwind's 'Bishonen and Bishojo!' fic. It's hilariously funny, and you should really read it. All 42 chapters. The only character in this entire damn thing I own is Donn. Steal her, and I'll use your guts for garters. Steal anyone else, and deal with the people who own him or her. I really don't give a damn.
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Carol hoisted her son a little higher on her hip, wiping sweat from her forehead. She cast a glance laden with worry over her shoulder at her new trainer. The tall, longhaired Bishonen named Nuriko was still carrying the poor girl, who, in turn, was still passed out.
And Carol completely and totally understood how the frail human girl must feel, considering everything bad that had happened lately. Even well into Sama level, Carol herself felt ready to crack.
"Mama?" The Chibi Bikky in her weary arms asked, his young voice full of concern. "Mama, are you okay? You look sleepy."
"I am sleepy, Bik-chan." Carol replied, laughing. "I'll see about resting a while sometime soon, okay?"
"Kay, Mama." Bikky said, burying his head in her shoulder and hair again.
"Hey, Nuriko-san, I think we should stop now." Carol said, leaning heavily against a handy tree nearby. "I'm not sure about the others, but I know for a fact I won't last much longer."
"I suppose we should." Nuriko conceded, looking through the trees lining the road for a good campsite. "I think I hear running water nearby." He continued. "Would you and the others mind setting up camp while I go and give Miss Donn a good bath?"
"Of course not." Carol replied, putting Bikky down. "Bik-chan, dearheart, do Mama a favor and go tell the others we're stopping, will you?"
"Sure thing, Mama!" Bikky said happily, trotting off to find Donn's other Bishies, who had ranged out in a protective circle around their trainer.
Nuriko and his burden disappeared through the trees off to the left, and Carol began gathering wood for a fire and reviewing their limited options for that night's dinner.
Kurama was the first to appear once Carol had managed to get a fairly large blaze going.
"Has she improved at all?" The redheaded fox demon asked quietly, dropping cross-legged to the ground on Carol's right.
"No." The Bishojo replied, just as quietly.
"And neither have you." Sango said, taking the space to the left of Carol. "Don't try to keep it all inside, honey. We all know you're in pain, and it hurts us to see you bottling it up like this; cry, just once. See if it helps."
Carol glanced from one to the other of her best friends, and felt all of the walls she'd so carefully built over the past week crumble.
"Sango, Kurama, what am I going to do?" She demanded tearfully, burying her face in her hands. "I can't do this! If it weren't for Bik- chan, I would have followed Bikky into death and beyond if I had to, to be with him! And how am I supposed to raise my child without a father? I can't bring him up alone! I don't even know how much longer I can stand to look at my own son before it drives me insane, because every single time I look, I see Bikky instead of Bik-chan! God, I just can't take it!" She continued to sob hysterically, Sango and Kurama comforting her wordlessly.
Carol finally cried herself to sleep on Kurama's shoulder nearly an hour later. He and Sango gently placed the exhausted woman in her sleeping bag, just as the others- Nuriko and Donn included- converged on the forest clearing.
Chibi Bikky went immediately to his mother, pausing only long enough to remove his skates and hat before climbing into the sleeping bag and promptly falling asleep.
"So she finally let herself mourn, de gozaru yo." Kenshin said, smiling sadly at the sleeping mother and son.
"Yeah." Usagi said, setting Bikky's skates and hat next to the fire, where he could easily spot them in the morning. "Her pain is much less now, though I'm still lost as to how she can bear it."
"Who knows?" Nuriko shrugged. "Maybe it's the fact that she has to be strong, for her child."
"I think that Bik-chan is the only thing tying Carol down right now." Sango said slowly, hesitant to bring up the idea she and Kurama had been discussing lately. "I. . .I think we should release her of that tie."
"I agree." Heero seconded from the other side of the campfire, closing his laptop. "When we have sufficient funds and equipment to deal with the relapse of loosing one of the team, we will broach the subject to Carol herself. Daughter, you and Kenshin will have first watch tonight. Wake Kurama and myself at oh-one hundred hours. Everyone else, get some sleep. We move out early tomorrow." Then, following an old saying, he practiced what he preached and climbed into his sleeping bag.
~*~Two Days Later~*~
"Wow! I've never seen a Daughter fight like that!" The breathless trainer exclaimed, watching with open admiration in his eyes as Usagi cleaned and bandaged Daughters wounds. "I must say, I'm deeply impressed!" He continued, turning to Carol, who sat with Kenshin, shielding Bikky from sight. "Are you her trainer?"
"No." Heero said without looking up from his laptop when Carol hesitated. "Carol-sama is a Bishojo. Our trainer is incapacitated at the moment."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The trainer questioned.
"Unable to comply." Heero stated firmly. "Information is classified and inaccessible."
"Whatever." The blonde boy shrugged and dug into his pocket. "Here're your winnings." He turned, waving over his shoulder. "Give your trainer my compliments!" Then he was gone, his newly healed Skuld trudging along behind him.
"Did I get us enough?" Daughter asked hopefully, wincing as Chibi Bikky pulled one of her wings and giggled.
"More than enough, D-chan." Alfeegi assured the buxom angel girl with a slight smile. "Perhaps Sango and Kurama should entertain the child while our champion rests." He suggested as Bik-chan started in on Daughter's ears.
"Sounds good to me." Sango said, stealing Bikky's hat and running off with it.
"Hey! My hat!" Bikky yelled, running after Sango. "Gimme, Auntie San! Gimme!" Kurama followed the pair, catching Carol's small smile as he left the clearing.
"Carol." Heero said after a moment. "We have something to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Carol asked nervously, looking around the ring of Bishies.
"You wish for death." Alfeegi said quietly. "I have known this feeling many times myself, and I can recognize it in the eyes of another."
"But-" Carol started, only to be interrupted by Usagi.
"But you don't want Bikky to grow up parentless." The blonde said, her brilliant blue eyes unusually somber.
"Carol-sama, we believe we can help you." Nuriko said. "Sango and Kurama have agreed to adopt Bikky, if you want them to."
"And?" Carol prompted after a long and awkward silence.
"And I will free you." Came a soft voice, harsh with grief and disuse, from Nuriko's lap, silencing the entire group.
"D-Donn?" Daughter asked shakily, breaking out of her shocked trance first. "You're awake!"
"And you're hurt..." Donn murmured, her usually sparkling hazel eyes a dull gray-brown as they took in the bandages on Daughter's arms, leg, and torso.
"Yes."
"Donn..." Carol whispered quietly. She pushed herself to her feet, stumbling across the grass and into her trainer's weak but open arms. "I have to go to him, Donn! I can't live without him! I'm going insane!"
"I know, baby, I know." Donn soothed, gently rubbing Carol's back. "I will free you, and you will be able to go to him, I promise."
"Thank you." Carol managed weakly between sobs. "Thank you so much, Donn."
~*~Later That Night~*~
"Are you ready, Carol?" Donn asked, her voice still so weak it was barely audible.
"I have been for some time." Carol answered, her voice heavy with anticipation as she turned to face her friends. "The question is, is Heero ready?"
"I accepted this mission." Heero stated matter-of-factly, pulling out his gun. "I *will* carry it out."
"Good." Carol whispered.
Donn, her hands shaking, picked up Carol's empty bish-ball and smashed it.
"Do it, Heero." Carol ordered as Donn's presence left the back of her mind. "Before you change your mind."
To keep from waking Bikky, a silencer had been added to the end of the gun; thus, only a loud click signaled the bullet being fired, and a wet thud when the small piece of rounded metal found its mark in Carol's chest.
As she fell to her knees, blood welling up at the corners of her mouth, Carol smiled in pure and genuine joy.
"I'm coming, Bikky." She whispered, falling slowly forward. "I'm finally coming..."
Heero let his gun fall from numb fingers as her turned his tear- streaked face to the jewel-bedecked sky.
"Mission... accomplished." He whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes as a single bright star streaked across the horizon.
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Didn't I tell you that I'm back to being a bitch? If you don't like it, don't read this. It's that simple. To those that haven't blown up their computers, review and tell me what you think. I thrive on flames. Feed me! Next chapter will be up just as soon as I write it.