Mirror of the Past

I do not own Guilty Gear or any characters, locations, etc from it. I only own my Oc, Domani.

Author's Note

I've had my character Domani since...a few summers ago. I decided to finally write her story down, as I already have the beginning, as well as her past, written in my mind.


'Luciana...Teofila...'

\+XX Y#ARS AG0\#

She rubbed her head lightly with her left hand as she got up shakily of the cold ground. She shiverred as she stood, her right hand wrapped aross her torso. "Fidelio..." she whispered, her breathing in visible wisps, due to the chilled air. "Where's...Fidelio..." she whispered.

Looking around, left to right swiftly, she saw she was encased in a small cement room with cold, heavy grey-white walls. She pannicked as she nearly tripped walking to the heavy metal door at the other end of the room. She curled her toes as she walked in an attempt to keep her bare feet warm. No, it was more of a force of habit now rather than a concious attempt. "Fidelio...fidelio..." she murmered in a sort of mantra and she pressed her weight against the freezing door. "Please..." she whispered as she felt around the door, searching desperately for that handle.

Much to her dismay, this door hand no handle. A prison, a cold, dark prison is where she was now residing. Being locked up did not matter to her, it was only Fidelio that mattered to her. He was hers to protect...hers to trust...hers to obey. She had to find him, she had to see him.

"Fidelio...let me come to you...please..." She spoke as she nearly melted off of the wall, falling into a heap. She stayed there on the ground, resting on her side as she hands clutched her chest lightly. "Please..."

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Domani's eyes brightened as she span around, in a sort of twirling dance. She laughed as she spun, viewing the treed area she was in as a large blur. "Heehee" She giggled and stopped, only to fall back in dizziness. She fell hard on her rear, landing on the grassed ground. "Owwwww" she started to whine and rubbed her behind in slight pain.

"I should be more careful!" She laughed and got up again. Kicking the ground lightly with her boot she sighed. She pulled out a sheet of paper from one of her pockets, this one in the inside of her jacket.

"Sooooo...whoooo's...nexxxtttt..." she asked herself in an exaggerated voice. "Hmm. So, 'Milia Rage, huh? What a stupid name..." she laughed, placing the paper back into her pocket nicely. 'This won't be that hard!" she continued to laugh and ran off deeper into the forest, seemingly oblivious to where she was going.

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"Hey there!" Domani called out waving at a small blonde girl. "Hey shorty, I need your help!" She yelled running up to the small blue-clad...girl?

"Hey cutie, I need you're help!" Domani giggled. This person was definately weird to her, but she would let it slide. She could get some help from this kid, so who cares.

"Huh?" The she-boy replied. "You need my help?" His voice had a creepy air of pure innocence to it. Whatever it was, this kid was definately an odd one to Domani.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Domani said, nearly jumping out of her socks as she spoke in excitement. "Do you know someone named Milia Rage, huh?"

"Milia...Rage...hmm..." The her-him spoke slowly as he thought, in a cutesey-like manner. "...why do you need to know anyways?"

"Well..." She said with a big grin. "I'm a bounty hunter! But I guess I shouldn't have told you that, huh?" She giggled playfully.

"A..bounty hunter?" He-she bit his lip slightly. "I guess that means...you're competition then...I can't help you...I'm sorry..."

"Competition?! You're no fun!" Domani pouted. "Fine, see if I care. I'll just find her on my own!" She said in a frustrated tone and ran off past the strange boy-girl and the tiny forest village. "I'll get her, you'll see!"