" Dearest Daughter"
A/N: Note to self: NEVER try to stump the fandom's most pshycotic shipper with her least favorite genre. (headesk) Net and I did a fic trade yesterday to keep from dying of boredom...not only did she come up with " Failure", an awesome one-shot, I got stuck with a Skeleton King Valina Nova plot. That girl knows I'm not a freaking shipper...anyway I did my best. Here it is.
He was my creator...my guardian...and the only father I'd ever known. I loved him nore thatn life itself, and your master...your so called lord took him away from me.
He wasn't a threat to anybody. All he wanted was to keep the universe safe...like my brother he only wanted peace. That's the reason he created us.
I have seen your power. You are strong enough, you could've stopped the evil you chose to serve. You could've saved my father...maybe even brought him back. You could've fought alongside us to save thousands, no----millions of lives. From families to whole planets he's murdered everyone...and you, you witch...you could've stopped him.
How could you love someone who's caused so much pain and grief? How could you want something like him in your life? You used to be an innocent child...a little girl dressed in blue who'd never hurt a soul. So what happened? He never loved you...you saw that for yourself. You realized it as you knelt there before him, felt it as he reduced you to a stain on the ground. To him you were no different from all the others. It didn't matter that you saved him. That thing cannot feel. He isn't capable of love.
But...I am. Every time I fight him my heart betrays me...shows me not a cold-blooded killer but the kind face of the Alchemist...a master of magic and a giver of peace. It takes everything I have to keep from falling apart...from holding back. I hear the voice of the man...the good man...who allowed me to live. I'd give my life for him...anything to have him back. I love him more than you could ever love the thing he's become. For I am his dearest daughter.
A/N: I AM NOT A SHIPPER! I am a horror, angst and humor writer and I've spent the last day and a half running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Next time Net asks to do a fic trade I'll be more careful in what I say. ;P
