Sorry this took so long to post! I know that 21 days is kind of pushing it…
It's short, but you'll know why once you get into it. I can only reveal but so much at once. ^_^
So, without further ado, here's Chapter 25 of "Tears of a Mew Mew"! Enjoy!
She hadn't meant to start the fire; the explosion. Sparks flew from her fingertips, a strange power she hadn't been able to recall ever using. The words rolled off her tongue, vague yet pulling something up deep within her.
And she cried.
She stood, in front of the two broken forms, tears rolling down her face. They captured the soot, the smoke, the ashes of broken souls, and fell onto her clothing.
Black.
It was such an ugly color, yet that was all she was seeing. Black smoke, black buildings, black shadows.
They were the only spots of color that entered her vision. Their brightly colored outfits were blue and green stains on her memory. Those girls, those Mews; they were members of the team she used to be a leader of. And she had just wiped their existence from this earth. Flames licked high all around them, devouring their clothing, singing their hair, boiling the blood within their stilled veins.
It was truly a glorious sight.
But she cried.
"Hey, Kish," the pink-haired girl asked, hands moving up to wipe away the tears as she watched the flames encircle the two forms. Blood and soot smeared into violent streaks as she wiped.
"Yes, Kitten?" Kish asked, retrieving one of his swords. Blood coated its blade, and he cleaned it off on his pants as he watched the bonfire. With his tired eyes he noticed the tears running down Ichigo's face.
"What do you think happens to a person when they die?"
Her voice cracked as the words escaped her lips, her watery eyes fixed on the fire.
The Mews' clothing had burned to the point that the bright colors no longer existed; they turned black as the night that surrounded the two forms. It didn't matter though, because the colors would always be in Ichigo's memory along with their shocked faces; the betrayal.
Now they knew what she had felt.
"I hear that humans go somewhere nice when they die; somewhere full of nothing but light," Kish said quietly, his arms encircling her. He turned her face away from the sight. Even he averted his eyes from the two forms.
"Oh," the girl said, burying her face into Kish's chest. He smelled of smoke and the metallic tinge of blood. It wasn't his blood; he hadn't been hurt at all during the battle.
For some reason that made her cry even harder.
"Let's go back, now," Kish said, feeling his shirt become damp, knowing that they could come back for the bodies later. Ichigo nodded, but she didn't bring her head up. Almost immediately he felt his molecules began to fade in and out of existence as they began to transport. Neither of them mentioned her tears, because they both knew why she was crying.
After all, Ichigo had to keep some of her original memories. She needed them; the emotions ran too deep for them to simply be cut out. All the computers and drugs in the world couldn't erase true friendship; it could only alter it into something that ran just as deep:
Hatred.
But even that hatred was not enough to stop the inevitable.
The bodies would disappear long before Kish could come back to retrieve them.
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I know it may seem as though I am just trying to mess around with you lately, but this chapter is actually really, really important. Think about it, read it again if you want to.
Just let it sink in.
I hope you don't get too mad or frustrated. If you do, complain about it in your review. I'll be reading them and looking for any of your questions to answer in the coming chapters.
Well, 'til next time (which hopefully won't be too long), read and review!