*Yeah, I changed the title. I didn't really like the other one. But what do you guys think? Was the old one better or is this one more preferable?

I love writing these. :) They're a lot of fun, because I get to write about the stuff practically nobody else has.

This is an odd angle I worked at with this one, but I wanted to write something about Kaguya. I think she's such a sweet, funny character and people just don't give her enough credit. Sure, she's always trying to marry Zero (who can blame her, I mean SERIOUSLY, dude is practically the walking definition of sex! *writer is definitely not a fangirl or anything*), but she's also very intelligent, a vicious politician and worthy tactical officer in her own right. She IS one of the heads of a powerful terrorist group, don't forget.

Hope you like!


The Man of a Million Miracles

6. Unique

The Lady Kaguya had a pensive look on her young, attractive face as she paced around her bedchambers, fiddling vaguely with the ties on the sleeve of her nightgown. She'd long since sent away all her good-natured, but noisy night guards for some peace and quiet. She needed to think clearly, and having a bunch of chatty, gossiping maids and playful, but honourable armed guards wasn't the best of environments for some serious brain work.

Her mind was reeling.

She was always the first to admit she was hard to impress. She'd never made any move to deny that particular trait of her personality, though she protested anyone implying she thought with her eyes rather than her mind. She wasn't a victim of runaway teenage hormones, no matter what they said. Nevertheless, it was practically expected for her to be calculatedly indifferent with everyone and everything, what with growing up in luxury and having so much authority she could fancied she had a forgotten stack of it lying around in an unused corner somewhere.

Every day, new terrorist groups sprang up like rabbits. With their fancy names but oh-so short lifespans, none of them really counted in the end. They were either blown up in a badly organised battle, or captured and executed unceremoniously after getting too cocky over some small, trifling triumph.

For years, even the mighty JLF had struggled to grasp any sort of meaningful victory over Brittannia, their technology slowly becoming more and more obsolete and their funds chipped away faster and faster. Taking into account the fact their walls held the famous Tohdoh the Miracle Maker and the Four Holy Swords, anyone would be forgiven for thinking perhaps the purpose of all these freedom fighters was a sham, a lost cause, a joke. That maybe they should all just give up and accept their fates willingly, because nothing anyone did or said would ever change the suffocating subjugation they lived under, and any sort of resistance merely served to make life harder for them.

Maybe she'd entertained that thought a few times, maybe she hadn't, but her innermost, fleeting thoughts didn't matter in the slightest.

What mattered was that she could see where everything had gone wrong, where the resistance had made mistakes. The problem wasn't anything to do with limited technology or lack of funds, the problem was they all wanted something to be done about their country's brutal occupation, but quite frankly; none of them had balls big enough or wits shrewd enough to carry out anything truly worthwhile and put even the tiniest of dent in the Brittanian forces.

But…Kaguya thought, sitting on the window ledge and staring out at the dark gardens with an odd smile. What about this Zero character?

Yes, what about this strange, masked madman the world was currently having wild, screaming seizures and massive temper tantrums over? What was so special about him? Well for starters, he'd achieved more in a single night than any other resistance group had for many years.

Pulled off an impossible rescue with virtually no aid? Check that.

Murdered the bastard responsible for the slaughter of thousands? Check.

Gotten away with it? Beautifully so.

Thrown the world into chaos? Understatement of the year, but check it off anyway.

Kaguya sighed, maybe a bit dreamily, as she remembered witnessing the grace of the man and his plans, his masterful accounting for everything the Brittanians could possibly throw at him, the way he proudly announced his punishment of that royal brat Clovis to the entire world and made it clear the killing or harming of innocents was a huge no-no in his book. Kaguya had watched, marvelling as he effortlessly backed a member of the Purist Faction into a corner with a single word, and held the entire crowd as fake hostages without them even realising it, merely releasing harmless coloured smoke to scatter them all away from the ensuing scrap, then silently vanishing into the night from whence he came, Private Kururugi along with him.

Needless to say, the Brittanians were nursing a rather sore ego after that night.

One man had humiliated them.

One man had hoodwinked some of their best soldiers, announced to the world their plan to use an innocent man to shoulder the blame of a murder, and then vanished right under their noses. The media was going wild, the internet practically in meltdown and some of the more open-minded Brittanians openly wondering amongst themselves about their empire's less than noble hand in the whole affair.

Kaguya settled back on her perch. This Zero…was something new. Something brilliant, something…unique.


Again, not liking the ending, but again, I am horrible at endings. Seriously, I can't even watch endings to things. I've never watched the ending to CG, I know what happens and I don't want to see it. It'll make me cry and I don't like being sad.

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Next word is; Money. (Hmm, that's tough one…)