Parings: JuniorxSakura, One-sided MomoxJunior.
Genre: Angst, sap.
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Summary: Junior, doing something that he considers very odd.
Notes: This one has been nagging at me for a while now. Do note that I am not at all religious, so please bear with me. See if you can find the double meaning in the undoing part. This is shortly after episode three's timeline.
Thanks to my beta. 3
Fairytale.
Religion didn't go out in a blaze of glory.
To be truthful no one really noticed how it went, creeping off so quietly that no one realized when, slowly but surely, the marble shrines and Gods of the past faded in to the distance.
Deities were replaced with cold, relentless metal. Sprits were deserted for questions. Questions that science and it's followers were more than willing to answer.
Here and there one could find a place of worship, but eventually they were only in the most populated of places.
Before anyone knew it religion had been replaced with a surer faith.
And really, no one cared.
He wasn't sure why he did this.
He believed it had something to do with hopelessness. He's always had a soft spot for the things others have discarded. Things, people, and abandoned causes, were always in the back of his mind. He would immediately flock to it, almost without fail, if he decided it had a degree of hopelessness to it.
He realised too late that this would lead to his eventual undoing.
Sakura was the start of it. He loved her as much as he could, as much as he was capable-and he still did. Indirectly from that love came problem. His guns would be (were) the end of it.
He reckoned he looked odd, awkward even, in front of the tiny alter, guns by his sides, praying without true faith.
Junior was nothing if not determined. He wouldn't – couldn't– let her get caught up in his world of fire and violence. And he'd need all the help he could get to keep her from him.
He wasn't sure why she pursed him when the only people he'd loved are dead and gone and he was the only one to blame.
No one could ever replace them.
But he cared for her, because – after all – Sakura told him to, but he just couldn't give her what she would eventually come to want. It was impossible.
And so he prayed. He prayed for the young girl whose heart would soon break. He begged the dusty old Gods to rise up and use any scrap of power they had left to help her. Or at least not let him be the one to break her heart.
Science couldn't and wouldn't help him with this one.
He stayed long past the time his knees cramped up. No matter how hard he prayed or with what he bargained, there was no response.
As Junior got up to dust himself off, he almost understood why religion was abandoned.
Years later Junior went out in a blaze of glory and fire and violence, joining his loved ones and on the other side of the galaxy a poor little girl's heart broke.
Feedback is enjoyed, even flames. Sorry for the sap.
