Hello guys.
So I've been on a big Claymore mood lately, and because of it, this little plot bunny came to me, since my muse decided to live again.
Anyways, this is a Claymore fanfiction, based on the canon but with some stolen liberties to make the story work. Nothing too extreme though. It won't follow the same timeline as the manga, but it will revolve around many things that happened in the manga. I really don't know how else to describe it.
The story's timeline is not linear, and it starts during Galatea's battle with Agatha. Then, it goes back to the battle in Pieta. The story goes back and forth between the previous generation of Claymores and the current timeline in the manga. It might seem a bit messy, but if you're familiar with the manga, you'll be fine.
And I should mention that its a romantic story. So yeah... A GalateaXMiria fic, kids (Most likely won't include smut because I can't write smut, but I don't rule it out.)
So here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: Claymore belongs to Norihiro Yagi, not me.
The Ballad of You and Me.
Chapter 1
The Story
The woman's eyes couldn't see. They had not seen the light of day in ages.
She was hanging from those ropes. Those crafted by the witch with the lust for blood and voracious appetite. Still, the woman remained calm.
She had long ago given up on life. The purpose for which her life was designed had run its course seven years ago, when she faced the ugly truth behind the organization that gave her the life she had.
But she knew in her heart that her life ended before she witnessed the horror behind the organization and their latest weapon, Alicia and Beth. Her life was on slow decline from the moment she stopped feeling the vital energy of the one she loved. The one she wasn't meant to love, if only because love it's not a part of the purpose of the life of a Claymore.
She realized she was alive just to serve a purpose, but unlike before, she could not bear the burden of it by thinking and waiting in anticipation for the next time she could see her face.
God Eye Galatea, the omnipresent Claymore, who could see it all and sense it all, finally met what others had described as absolute despair. Without a purpose to her life or a lover to wait for, she felt like a parasite, burdened by the weight of a life unwanted.
It all started the minute she failed to sense her yoki. The yoki that always was so elusive and yet very present for the one with the perception abilities of a goddess. Galatea rejoiced in the fact that, no matter the distance, she could tell where her lover was at all times, even when this did not comply with her lover's wishes. She liked her privacy.
But Galatea could see it all and sense it all, which is why she was there, some villages away from the white city of Pieta, doing surveillance for the organization as she had many times in the past. She didn't mind, since any diversion was better than hovering around, waiting for her lover's return.
She could feel her, fighting at the top of her abilities, taking nothing for granted. Her yoki going mad in the midst of battle. Yet, Galatea didn't fear. She knew her lover was not the ordinary Claymore.
But suddenly it stopped. Her lover was down and her yoki slowly faded as the moments passed. It took Galatea every ounce of human strength in her body not to lose her mind in front of her handler, Ermita. She felt it necessary to control her yoki now, cause the thoughts in her head were so dangerous, she could awaken any minute.
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Short chapter is short. Sorry. Read and review if you like it. Chapter 2 coming soon.
