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For the masses and PeZ. Sister-mine, you really should get around to reading this...
Does all time feel the need to destroy my peace, my hard worn happiness? If so, can it take a day off, just once, maybe?
~File 16, Subfile 4 of the thoughts of
TopaZ Vandra~
A body lay on a hard cot, unmoving but for the rise and fall of breath in it's chest. The usually tan skin showed itself to have lost all color and turned pasty. Lank hair of once-vibrant crimsons and ebonies turned dull lay limply against the harsh blankets that were a soldier's issue. Midnight's bloody crescents of lashes lay against dark circles of exhaustion, fluttering with terrors that nightmares from the past bring.
TopaZ sat next to the comatose body of her sister, clutching raggedly at an icy hand. "Why couldn't you just let the mechanics do their jobs? Why, oh why did you have to be so damned self-sufficient? At least then you'd have been able to fight. C'mon, Kylee Sai~en, get off that cot! Get onto your lazy feet and keep your muscles from failing on you! Sai, I need you here, here to protect me..."
Eyes gone white with grief and worry looked up as Wufei entered the sickroom. The intensity of her beauty startled him, as did the transfiguration of her ice-blue eyes. Concern burst into existence at the sight, and the Chinese boy strode to TopaZ's side intently, enveloping her in his arms.
"Can't I protect you? Can't I keep you warm?"
"Do you plan on following me into the women's bathroom?" at his stunned look, the girl's eyes returned, for a moment, to the soulful ice that showed her core as she chuckled. "It's not only the usefulness of a sister's protection in the femenine powder room, it's that she's always been there, even before Ice Palace. Through everything my older sister has always been there. My hero, though I'd never tell her. And you, Wufei, what do you wish to be?" blind, pleading, icy whiteness replaced the traces of color.
Orbs of blackened cherry wood opened wide at the presumtuous question, yet he answered, his voice husky and rough. "Lover. Love. Life. Everything. Though I would like to know about what I eventually turn out to be. Call me if she gets any better. I must meditate." A tentative caress over an alabaster cheek. And then he was gone.
* * *
"My poor girl. Why do you do this to yourself? Haven't you yet figured out that mechanics are specialists at what they do?" Josh stood invisible next to the cot, holding the straining shade of the unconcious Kylee Sai~en.
For a moment the animalistic struggles of the insubstantial Kyle ceased as she comtemplated the questions. "She no longer needs me, no matter what she believes. ShadowLeaves, and Leaves of Light if you really think about it, would always need me, but my most important responsibility no longer needs my protection, and my company is awful. If I don't, I'll remember someone else I failed to protect and the consequences. Hell, I may even remember a deeper past from before... Now let me leave, Josh! I've done with it." And all civilization flooded from the shadow who returned to its increasingly frantic pullings.
* * *
"Wufei, why can't the doctors wake her up? Why can't they make her come back?" a pale arm clutched roughly at Nataku's pilot, almost squeezing a wince out of him.
Taking a deep breath before firmly removing her fingernails from inside his skin, the young man spoke quietly, so as to keep the hovering doctors from overhearing. "Do you know if they have tried any remedies for soul-sickness? Applied to the gods or goddesses she worships for safe return of her spirit? Have they told you whether or not she's otherwise physically well?" at the negating shake that made the tousled braids fall from their positions, Wufei continued. "Well, I might be able to help. That is, if you know what religion she is..."
TopaZ groped at the thin hope before her. "She believes in the old ways of the Ancient Celts, even before the Church, as she says it, ruined the wondrous traditions. I suppose I could ask the Dagda and Danu to force her to return or give me the strength to return. It might be best if I bring her back. Oh, Wufei!" overcome, TopaZ gave Wufei a fleeting kiss.
On the cheek.
"Do you think you can find me three new black candles, a white candle, and a dark green on? Oh! And any dirk of hers." Looking slightly, Wufei departed to find the listed items.
"God! What am I doing? I don't even {believe} in these gods and goddesses of hers; only that they may bring her back. Kyle, don't you {DARE} die on me! You are coming back." Agitation lent her speed which she hurriedly used to sketch out a graph of a triangle meticuously onto the slightly dirty dirty tiles that covered the metal floor.
Sedately unbraiding her bound hair, TopaZ stood in the center of the triangle, not quite nervously awaiting the arrival of Wufei. As her gleaming hair fell past her bared shoulders, a squeak of surprise rang from behind her.
"Hello, Quatre. Whatever brings you to my sister's sickroom so late at night?" oddly enough, the Irish girl actually hadn't been surprised by the Arabian's arrival; she had found out that Quatre and- this one gave her slight doubts- Trowa wanted to get to know the seemingly friendless Kyle. The image brought a rueful chuckle to her lips; her sister wanted so much to be left with her grief and guilt that everyone felt it became his or her duty to become the noise that caused the avalanche- in other words, make Kyle have friends. And she wanted none of it!
"I just wanted to see how she was doing... I felt bad about not giving her a better welcome when she first arrived. Even I felt we didn't need a girl on our team. We'd never heard of you two or your Gundams; no street stories were circulated. All we knew was that there was a female pilot about to arrive- we hadn't learned you were coming yet- and that she would be giving us aid we sorely needed." The blond Arabian came over and gently placed his hand on TopaZ's shoulder. Immediately she flinched, muttering, "Don't touch me!" Eyes of blue sea-green clouded over in pain at any of the apparent reasons anyone might flinch from him.
TopaZ saw it and immediately caught the albino hand. "I'm sorry, Quatre! After knowing Sai~en for sixteen years, you're bound to pick up one habit or another; that's mine." Wufei quietly entered at this point, his sharp eyes taking in everything that was or might be happening.
"I brought what you asked fo, PaZ-chan. Noin had some. You owe me! Now that onna thinks I sit around with candles lit everywhere! Pah!" and without ceremony, he dumped the dirk and candles on the floor.
TopaZ looked at the two different pilots anxiously. "I hate to ask this, but I think I have to do this alone. Do you understand why?" both nodded solemnly, though Quatre gave the candles a puzzled look, and quietly left.
Placing a black candlePlacing a black candle on each tip, making sure they were inside the delicate line, the girl sat down at one end. Carefully, she set the white candle at the apock of the left angle, and the green candle at the right apock. Feeling considerably more than nervous, TopaZ lit the last two candles and began...
"Danu, Daghda, I beseach thee..."
* * *
Stiff and cramped, a pale head rose from it's slumped position, shakily tossing tangled crimps away from flushed cheeks. Iced eyes opened to see two concerned Gundam pilots crouched outside the chalk triangle, staring steadily at her. The darker one exhaled heavily when she grimaced at him while the other stood and hurriedly checked the unmoving body lieing on the hard cot.
"Well, I did it." Carefully, the LightBringer shoved herself to her feet, pausing only to blow out the candles. Wonderingly she gazed at Wufei. "They're real, Wufei; they're actually real!" the words rushed from her rather breathlessly. "I talked with them. They said she would come back." Abruptly, TopaZ reached out and shook Wufei's shoulders, hard. "Babe, she's going to come back to me alright! She's coming back..."
Quatre had remained unmoving next to the prostrate figure, yet a movement caused him to cry out hopefully. The door to the room opened and the other three pilots piled into the room, though only Duo had any expression other than superior hautiness or definitve secretive need. As the door closed, a pain-filled shriek echoed through the stark medicinal room. Kyle had awakened.
"SHADOWLEAVES!!"
There ya go. Chapter 8 all wrapped up and pretty. Sorry if TopaZ seemed a little out of character, but I felt this might be the best way to describe her when this happened. Hope ya'll liked it. Guess what!! Only three chapters and the epilogue to go. Hope you're looking forward to it! ^_^
~The Alciontae Shadow~
For the masses and PeZ. Sister-mine, you really should get around to reading this...
Does all time feel the need to destroy my peace, my hard worn happiness? If so, can it take a day off, just once, maybe?
~File 16, Subfile 4 of the thoughts of
TopaZ Vandra~
A body lay on a hard cot, unmoving but for the rise and fall of breath in it's chest. The usually tan skin showed itself to have lost all color and turned pasty. Lank hair of once-vibrant crimsons and ebonies turned dull lay limply against the harsh blankets that were a soldier's issue. Midnight's bloody crescents of lashes lay against dark circles of exhaustion, fluttering with terrors that nightmares from the past bring.
TopaZ sat next to the comatose body of her sister, clutching raggedly at an icy hand. "Why couldn't you just let the mechanics do their jobs? Why, oh why did you have to be so damned self-sufficient? At least then you'd have been able to fight. C'mon, Kylee Sai~en, get off that cot! Get onto your lazy feet and keep your muscles from failing on you! Sai, I need you here, here to protect me..."
Eyes gone white with grief and worry looked up as Wufei entered the sickroom. The intensity of her beauty startled him, as did the transfiguration of her ice-blue eyes. Concern burst into existence at the sight, and the Chinese boy strode to TopaZ's side intently, enveloping her in his arms.
"Can't I protect you? Can't I keep you warm?"
"Do you plan on following me into the women's bathroom?" at his stunned look, the girl's eyes returned, for a moment, to the soulful ice that showed her core as she chuckled. "It's not only the usefulness of a sister's protection in the femenine powder room, it's that she's always been there, even before Ice Palace. Through everything my older sister has always been there. My hero, though I'd never tell her. And you, Wufei, what do you wish to be?" blind, pleading, icy whiteness replaced the traces of color.
Orbs of blackened cherry wood opened wide at the presumtuous question, yet he answered, his voice husky and rough. "Lover. Love. Life. Everything. Though I would like to know about what I eventually turn out to be. Call me if she gets any better. I must meditate." A tentative caress over an alabaster cheek. And then he was gone.
* * *
"My poor girl. Why do you do this to yourself? Haven't you yet figured out that mechanics are specialists at what they do?" Josh stood invisible next to the cot, holding the straining shade of the unconcious Kylee Sai~en.
For a moment the animalistic struggles of the insubstantial Kyle ceased as she comtemplated the questions. "She no longer needs me, no matter what she believes. ShadowLeaves, and Leaves of Light if you really think about it, would always need me, but my most important responsibility no longer needs my protection, and my company is awful. If I don't, I'll remember someone else I failed to protect and the consequences. Hell, I may even remember a deeper past from before... Now let me leave, Josh! I've done with it." And all civilization flooded from the shadow who returned to its increasingly frantic pullings.
* * *
"Wufei, why can't the doctors wake her up? Why can't they make her come back?" a pale arm clutched roughly at Nataku's pilot, almost squeezing a wince out of him.
Taking a deep breath before firmly removing her fingernails from inside his skin, the young man spoke quietly, so as to keep the hovering doctors from overhearing. "Do you know if they have tried any remedies for soul-sickness? Applied to the gods or goddesses she worships for safe return of her spirit? Have they told you whether or not she's otherwise physically well?" at the negating shake that made the tousled braids fall from their positions, Wufei continued. "Well, I might be able to help. That is, if you know what religion she is..."
TopaZ groped at the thin hope before her. "She believes in the old ways of the Ancient Celts, even before the Church, as she says it, ruined the wondrous traditions. I suppose I could ask the Dagda and Danu to force her to return or give me the strength to return. It might be best if I bring her back. Oh, Wufei!" overcome, TopaZ gave Wufei a fleeting kiss.
On the cheek.
"Do you think you can find me three new black candles, a white candle, and a dark green on? Oh! And any dirk of hers." Looking slightly, Wufei departed to find the listed items.
"God! What am I doing? I don't even {believe} in these gods and goddesses of hers; only that they may bring her back. Kyle, don't you {DARE} die on me! You are coming back." Agitation lent her speed which she hurriedly used to sketch out a graph of a triangle meticuously onto the slightly dirty dirty tiles that covered the metal floor.
Sedately unbraiding her bound hair, TopaZ stood in the center of the triangle, not quite nervously awaiting the arrival of Wufei. As her gleaming hair fell past her bared shoulders, a squeak of surprise rang from behind her.
"Hello, Quatre. Whatever brings you to my sister's sickroom so late at night?" oddly enough, the Irish girl actually hadn't been surprised by the Arabian's arrival; she had found out that Quatre and- this one gave her slight doubts- Trowa wanted to get to know the seemingly friendless Kyle. The image brought a rueful chuckle to her lips; her sister wanted so much to be left with her grief and guilt that everyone felt it became his or her duty to become the noise that caused the avalanche- in other words, make Kyle have friends. And she wanted none of it!
"I just wanted to see how she was doing... I felt bad about not giving her a better welcome when she first arrived. Even I felt we didn't need a girl on our team. We'd never heard of you two or your Gundams; no street stories were circulated. All we knew was that there was a female pilot about to arrive- we hadn't learned you were coming yet- and that she would be giving us aid we sorely needed." The blond Arabian came over and gently placed his hand on TopaZ's shoulder. Immediately she flinched, muttering, "Don't touch me!" Eyes of blue sea-green clouded over in pain at any of the apparent reasons anyone might flinch from him.
TopaZ saw it and immediately caught the albino hand. "I'm sorry, Quatre! After knowing Sai~en for sixteen years, you're bound to pick up one habit or another; that's mine." Wufei quietly entered at this point, his sharp eyes taking in everything that was or might be happening.
"I brought what you asked fo, PaZ-chan. Noin had some. You owe me! Now that onna thinks I sit around with candles lit everywhere! Pah!" and without ceremony, he dumped the dirk and candles on the floor.
TopaZ looked at the two different pilots anxiously. "I hate to ask this, but I think I have to do this alone. Do you understand why?" both nodded solemnly, though Quatre gave the candles a puzzled look, and quietly left.
Placing a black candlePlacing a black candle on each tip, making sure they were inside the delicate line, the girl sat down at one end. Carefully, she set the white candle at the apock of the left angle, and the green candle at the right apock. Feeling considerably more than nervous, TopaZ lit the last two candles and began...
"Danu, Daghda, I beseach thee..."
* * *
Stiff and cramped, a pale head rose from it's slumped position, shakily tossing tangled crimps away from flushed cheeks. Iced eyes opened to see two concerned Gundam pilots crouched outside the chalk triangle, staring steadily at her. The darker one exhaled heavily when she grimaced at him while the other stood and hurriedly checked the unmoving body lieing on the hard cot.
"Well, I did it." Carefully, the LightBringer shoved herself to her feet, pausing only to blow out the candles. Wonderingly she gazed at Wufei. "They're real, Wufei; they're actually real!" the words rushed from her rather breathlessly. "I talked with them. They said she would come back." Abruptly, TopaZ reached out and shook Wufei's shoulders, hard. "Babe, she's going to come back to me alright! She's coming back..."
Quatre had remained unmoving next to the prostrate figure, yet a movement caused him to cry out hopefully. The door to the room opened and the other three pilots piled into the room, though only Duo had any expression other than superior hautiness or definitve secretive need. As the door closed, a pain-filled shriek echoed through the stark medicinal room. Kyle had awakened.
"SHADOWLEAVES!!"
There ya go. Chapter 8 all wrapped up and pretty. Sorry if TopaZ seemed a little out of character, but I felt this might be the best way to describe her when this happened. Hope ya'll liked it. Guess what!! Only three chapters and the epilogue to go. Hope you're looking forward to it! ^_^
~The Alciontae Shadow~
