Explanation time, no? The idea for this came randomly over the Thanksgiving Break, when I have a bit more time to think. I really love Icon for Hire's CD, Scripted, and had already been relating some songs to these two. Once I thought about using the CD as a basis for a tribute, I started to research the songs a bit more to see what I could find on meaning. From there, I developed my drabble ideas.
Every drabble can easily stand on its own, but it also follows the track listing for the CD, and that's where the titles for each drabble come from. There will be 11 drabbles in all once I finish this, and 4 are currently completed. I do highly recommend this CD. It's one of my favorites, and one that I'll listen to nearly every track without skipping. It certainly makes me happy every time I listen to it.
That was a long explanation, but please enjoy.
In some respects, they were opposites, and yet, there were times when they shared the same fears and desires and dreams. Each had been thrown into a fate of fight or die, and each had been far too naïve to question what seemed too good to be true. Those thoughts occurred well after the fact, and by then it was, of course, too late. In one's case, there had been no choice, only a last clutch at the threads of life.
After a time, each had come to terms in her own way about her choice, but that didn't mean that either thought it was truly the right choice. Would they change their destiny if given the chance? Perhaps. It wouldn't be an easy decision to make. Then again, nothing ever was black and white, but many shades in between. Two sides to every coin, and they only knew the one.
Even now, they considered it from time to time. Usually such pondering thoughts followed a hard night's hunt. The demons may have nearly overwhelmed them, and that would be when one of them would question the point and purpose of being a magical girl. What would life be like without the burden of responsibility on their shoulders? Would they be free to pursue the hobbies and interests of young women their age? Be free to love and care, without having to face death each night? Would death phase them more than it did now?
"Ready?" called Kyouko over her shoulder, not looking back as she raced along the back alley. Shadows danced along the walls, light and darkness out to play. Her spear was by her side, angled outward. She could hear the garbled sounds ahead, and knew they were close. So close.
"Of course," replied Mami, calculating how close she could get and still be at a safe distance to pull out her rifles. The cool breeze rushed through her curls, keeping her focused on the task at hand. If she could just get there, just a few feet further, then she would have a clear shot.
Kyouko pulled her spear up and jerked, letting the seemingly solid object break fluidly into sections of chains. She swung one end forward, grinning as she felt it latch around the demon. Quickly, she pulled it, feeling the tension in the chains tighten. She paused, waiting. They were in sync, and she knew what would come next.
In the darkness, the cocking of the rifle echoed off of the nearby buildings. A faint glow lit Mami's hands, illuminating her briefly. Her hand thrust forward, her body knowing the precise stance required to hit her target squarely.
Bang.
Though the life of someone without the burdens the two of them carried would have been nice, neither would have given up their position as a magical girl. Good or bad, what caused them so much grief had also introduced them to each other, and neither could deny how much that meant to them.
