A/N: Doing something new today.
Since I'm kinda in a rut, guys. I just hate writing things that mess with character, huh? And so this is another life lesson in the eyes of Chiharu; something she learned way to late before she made a big promise to write and complete a fic that she new she just couldn't win against. FML.
January | 26th | 2010
Promises.
You have to keep them, no matter what.
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It was the final battle.
The final struggle against the Mew Mews.
Neither one of them wanted to go through with with—granted Pai, who kept pushing the idea of stopping the Mews once and for all. They had no time, and Tart understood that, but why did they have to fight? Even Kish was starting to feel the pains of war. They had fought for so long... Everyday practically, hoping to defeat the Mews.
But did they ever win?
Out of all of those minutes, seconds, days, weeks, years—did they ever win?
Did they ever come close to victory?
No. Never. Not even once.
So what was going to make this time any different? They didn't have any new plans—no new supplies. They were going to go into this battle with their hearts stuck inside of their throats. Everyone on their planet was counting on them to bring home salvation—that blue ball of a miracle called the Mew Aqua. What good would Mew Aqua do if they brought it back home...?
It would have been tainted with the blood of the Mews. It wouldn't of helped anyone. Everyone on their planet would have been forced to live within the lies of those three's war stories and how they fault with brilliance, dedication, valor... Honor.
There was no honor in killing.
So as Tart took one last look at the world he was going to leave behind—with his weapons in his hands—he took one last look at the promise he told the people on his planet.
The promise that he had to keep, no matter what.
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Lesson learned? Never make a promise you might not ever be able to keep. Sometimes your 120% isn't going to cut it.