Finally I got this piece finished. With Midori's chapter the fragments will end. I hope you all liked them and I'd apprieciate some overall feedback on this story.

Midori

Where nobody's right, nobody's was wrong

When I was a child, or rather a young teen I was following the Sailor Moon anime religiously. The delight I felt upon discovering that I too had magical powers was indescribable. And although I had no talking cat, I had Gakutenou and he was by far stronger and a lot more useful than a weak cat. So I soon came to the conclusion that being a HiME was even better than being a Sailor Soldier. More so when I came to Fuuka to found my own Super Sentai.

However this was before I knew the price we HiME had to pay for the power we were granted. Turned out it was more of a burden than a gift.

The day the professor died I was devastated.

But then the Carnival ended with all of us getting our sappy happy ending just like in my beloved animes. Everything was back to normal, even we HiME were freed of our strange powers.

My joy after these horrendous weeks easily surpassed the joy I felt at discovering my magical powers: My professor was alive, I was still seventeen and hungry for some adventures!

So we set out together; to Egypt, to Mexico, to Peru; all around the globe the professor took me to his excavations; always in search for the next breathtaking secret we could reveal.

He may not have loved me romantically, but sharing his life and his dreams was all I ever wished for. Our lives were perfect.

Up unto the that one day in the jungle where we were searching for the ruins of an ancient settlement. I was in the tree tops looking from above for foundation walls, while the professor was studying his map. He told me to search northwest which I did after checking the compass. Truly, if one squinted ones eyes, there were tracks which could only be vestiges of a village.

I been about to shout down my discovery when I heard small cry of pain from below. I climbed down as fast as I could only to find my professor fallen over, one hand gripping his leg. I asked him what happened but he was only moaning and gasping for breath. I lifted his hand and saw two tiny punctured wounds in is skin. A snakebite.

Of course I tried every antidote we had with us, but none took effect. My professor lay there in the tent panting and shaking until his old body could not fight the poison any longer and succumbed while all I could do was clutching his hand and watching him die.

The saddest thing about it was that his death was neither heroic or anything, it was only sad and not befitting him at all.

If I still had had Gakutenou I might have been able to bring him to a hospital in time.

I don't know what I felt when he died in my arms, probably all the pain in the world and nothing at all at the same time. All I know now is that I'm not seventeen any more and I know there are no real happy endings.

Guess what, I don't watch animes any more.