Petra: Heya, this idea came to me and then spawned two more ideas which I will get up--
Kati: Eventually!
Petra: *glares* Shut-up, muse! *clears throat* As long as my internet doesn't die on me, as it has been for the past two weeks or so.
Kati: It's crap! We haven't gotten on for over a week! A WEEK!
Petra: *rolls eyes* Anyways, read and enjoy.
DEDICATED: To everyone who has had to kill.
WARNING: Angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon (obviously).
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Forgive Me of My Sins
"Let peace come here to view its handiwork
And will it laugh? Will that laughter break? Will eversweet Peace fall, once it sees the common soldiers felled?" -Meiran Chang; Bearer of Peace (GW)
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The young priest looked up as the door opened on the other side of the confessional, a young lady with long hair stepping through. The light made the hair appear golden and the woman, from the way her silhouette had looked, couldn't be more than a teen. The priest, after a long moment of silence from the other side of the screen, asked, "Is there anyway I can help you, my child?"
"I don't know. That's actually what I was wondering." The young priest was actually surprised at how young she sounded. She couldn't be more than thirteen or fourteen, maybe sixteen if he stretched the age a little. "You see, I'm not Catholic but a friend of mine is and I heard them talking about… um… confession…" She trailed off and he could hear how unsure she was.
"We welcome everyone because everyone is a child of God," the priest said, trying to comfort the other girl. "As long as your are truly sorry for you sins, than you shall be forgiven."
There was a long silence that the young lady finally broke by asking, "Is it true that whatever I tell you, you can't repeat? Not to anybody?"
"That's true," the priest said and, for some reason, he knew that this young lady and what she was about to tell him would forever change his life. "We are sworn by God to keep what is said between us from our lips. Even the authorities know this."
There was another long silence and the priest knew that the girl was thinking about what he had said, taking it in. "You won't tell anyone." It wasn't a question; it was a reassurance to herself, so he didn't answer. "I've… killed. I've murdered. Many times."
This was not what he had been expecting. He had thought that maybe she was burdened because she had had sex or had stolen a CD. The last thing he had expected out of her mouth were words that told him she had killed, especially more than once. He was still fairly new to this job, and he had had yet to have someone come in and bluntly tell him that they had killed. When he had thought of being faced with that confession, he had never dreamed it would come from the lips of a teenage girl. He had to admit, he was proud that his voice didn't waver in the slightest when he asked, "Why did you kill them and how many have you killed?"
He was surprised by the short burst of humorless laughter that came from the other side. "I killed them because they were trying to kill me or because they were trying to kill someone else. Sometimes I wonder, though, if I could have saved them just by giving them a chance; if I had just asked them if they wanted to stop. I didn't realize exactly what I was doing until one of them cried. She cried dammit!" There was short pause before she continued, "Would you call them humans? I don't know anymore. They talk like humans and, apparently, they have feelings like humans. The paper called them… the paper called them 'demons'. If we want to be specific I've killed nineteen humans and exactly one hundred thirty-four demons. All in all, I've killed one hundred fifty-three people. One hundred fifty-three…"
The priest was utterly shocked. To find that this girl had killed so many and that she knew the exact amount shocked him down the core. He had expected, when he was first told of a murder, for it to be one, maybe three at the most. Not one hundred fifty-three murders. "Are you truly sorry for you've done?" It was the only thing he could think to say.
Again, a long contemplative paused, before, "Yes, I'm sorry that I had to kill them and, yes, I'm sorry that they're dead."
The priest thought about his answer for a minute before saying, "Then, if you are truly sorry, you will go to the police and turn yourself in. Then, and only when you have paid for your crimes, will you finally be forgiven."
"I can't!" The priest was surprised to find that the wail was almost desperate and flooded with pain. "I can't! I can't turn myself in because other demons might come and then who would protect the innocents…" The priest was surprised to hear the sound of sobbing coming from the next room and he jumped as the sound of a fist slamming against wood punctuated another, "I can't!" No words were spoken as the priest just stared at the bowed head of the girl through the screen as she cried. Finally, she looked up and, wiping away her tears, said, "Thank you."
The words were full of tears she refused to cry, refused to give in to. She opened the door and was about to step out when, suddenly, the priest's voice stopped her. "If it will make the pain any better, I forgive you and, if I can forgive you, than I'm sure God can."
There was a slight tilt of the black silhouette's head and then she asked, "What is your name, sir?"
He was confused why she would ask such a thing but said without hesitation, in the Japanese style of last names first, "Maxwell Jasper."
She nodded her head and then said, "I will remember you, Maxwell-san." She turned to leave but paused and, without turning her head back around, she whispered, "Thank you." Then the girl was gone, leaving the priest to sit in the confessional for over an hour, his mind filled with the conversation he had just had, one which he knew would affect him always.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Petra: So, what'd you think? C'mon, I really want to know. I didn't really like the way I ended this.
Kati: But WE *glares* as in both of us, couldn't think of a better ending.
Petra: *rolls eyes* Anyways, I--
Kati: *clears throat*
Petra: Sorry, WE have prelude written for this but you have to read the prelude AFTER this one. That's the way WE wrote it and that's the way WE think it should be read.
Kati: *smile* And then we have an third part which is actually the end. Strange... the end being the last story...
Petra: *sweatdrop* Um... anyways... review!
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*
Kati: Eventually!
Petra: *glares* Shut-up, muse! *clears throat* As long as my internet doesn't die on me, as it has been for the past two weeks or so.
Kati: It's crap! We haven't gotten on for over a week! A WEEK!
Petra: *rolls eyes* Anyways, read and enjoy.
DEDICATED: To everyone who has had to kill.
WARNING: Angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon (obviously).
-._.-._.-._.-._.-._.-._.-._
Forgive Me of My Sins
"Let peace come here to view its handiwork
And will it laugh? Will that laughter break? Will eversweet Peace fall, once it sees the common soldiers felled?" -Meiran Chang; Bearer of Peace (GW)
-._.-._.-._.-._.-._.-._.-._
The young priest looked up as the door opened on the other side of the confessional, a young lady with long hair stepping through. The light made the hair appear golden and the woman, from the way her silhouette had looked, couldn't be more than a teen. The priest, after a long moment of silence from the other side of the screen, asked, "Is there anyway I can help you, my child?"
"I don't know. That's actually what I was wondering." The young priest was actually surprised at how young she sounded. She couldn't be more than thirteen or fourteen, maybe sixteen if he stretched the age a little. "You see, I'm not Catholic but a friend of mine is and I heard them talking about… um… confession…" She trailed off and he could hear how unsure she was.
"We welcome everyone because everyone is a child of God," the priest said, trying to comfort the other girl. "As long as your are truly sorry for you sins, than you shall be forgiven."
There was a long silence that the young lady finally broke by asking, "Is it true that whatever I tell you, you can't repeat? Not to anybody?"
"That's true," the priest said and, for some reason, he knew that this young lady and what she was about to tell him would forever change his life. "We are sworn by God to keep what is said between us from our lips. Even the authorities know this."
There was another long silence and the priest knew that the girl was thinking about what he had said, taking it in. "You won't tell anyone." It wasn't a question; it was a reassurance to herself, so he didn't answer. "I've… killed. I've murdered. Many times."
This was not what he had been expecting. He had thought that maybe she was burdened because she had had sex or had stolen a CD. The last thing he had expected out of her mouth were words that told him she had killed, especially more than once. He was still fairly new to this job, and he had had yet to have someone come in and bluntly tell him that they had killed. When he had thought of being faced with that confession, he had never dreamed it would come from the lips of a teenage girl. He had to admit, he was proud that his voice didn't waver in the slightest when he asked, "Why did you kill them and how many have you killed?"
He was surprised by the short burst of humorless laughter that came from the other side. "I killed them because they were trying to kill me or because they were trying to kill someone else. Sometimes I wonder, though, if I could have saved them just by giving them a chance; if I had just asked them if they wanted to stop. I didn't realize exactly what I was doing until one of them cried. She cried dammit!" There was short pause before she continued, "Would you call them humans? I don't know anymore. They talk like humans and, apparently, they have feelings like humans. The paper called them… the paper called them 'demons'. If we want to be specific I've killed nineteen humans and exactly one hundred thirty-four demons. All in all, I've killed one hundred fifty-three people. One hundred fifty-three…"
The priest was utterly shocked. To find that this girl had killed so many and that she knew the exact amount shocked him down the core. He had expected, when he was first told of a murder, for it to be one, maybe three at the most. Not one hundred fifty-three murders. "Are you truly sorry for you've done?" It was the only thing he could think to say.
Again, a long contemplative paused, before, "Yes, I'm sorry that I had to kill them and, yes, I'm sorry that they're dead."
The priest thought about his answer for a minute before saying, "Then, if you are truly sorry, you will go to the police and turn yourself in. Then, and only when you have paid for your crimes, will you finally be forgiven."
"I can't!" The priest was surprised to find that the wail was almost desperate and flooded with pain. "I can't! I can't turn myself in because other demons might come and then who would protect the innocents…" The priest was surprised to hear the sound of sobbing coming from the next room and he jumped as the sound of a fist slamming against wood punctuated another, "I can't!" No words were spoken as the priest just stared at the bowed head of the girl through the screen as she cried. Finally, she looked up and, wiping away her tears, said, "Thank you."
The words were full of tears she refused to cry, refused to give in to. She opened the door and was about to step out when, suddenly, the priest's voice stopped her. "If it will make the pain any better, I forgive you and, if I can forgive you, than I'm sure God can."
There was a slight tilt of the black silhouette's head and then she asked, "What is your name, sir?"
He was confused why she would ask such a thing but said without hesitation, in the Japanese style of last names first, "Maxwell Jasper."
She nodded her head and then said, "I will remember you, Maxwell-san." She turned to leave but paused and, without turning her head back around, she whispered, "Thank you." Then the girl was gone, leaving the priest to sit in the confessional for over an hour, his mind filled with the conversation he had just had, one which he knew would affect him always.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Petra: So, what'd you think? C'mon, I really want to know. I didn't really like the way I ended this.
Kati: But WE *glares* as in both of us, couldn't think of a better ending.
Petra: *rolls eyes* Anyways, I--
Kati: *clears throat*
Petra: Sorry, WE have prelude written for this but you have to read the prelude AFTER this one. That's the way WE wrote it and that's the way WE think it should be read.
Kati: *smile* And then we have an third part which is actually the end. Strange... the end being the last story...
Petra: *sweatdrop* Um... anyways... review!
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*