mush, mush, mush, and more mush. chapters get shorter and shorter... but with increasing
dramatic effects. Oh, and don't forget the romance. geez. definitely not me.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own nothing except my own crazy self....oh yeah, i own Mizu.
Soon later, Mizu is sitting in front of a table, surrounded by Miaka and the seishi. Miaka had
explained to the others what Mizu had told her so they set up a scribe's desk for her. On the
table was a stack of finely made paper, but there's no writing on them. Beside that was a small
porcelain jar, and a complete set of bamboo brushes, ranging in size.
Mizu stared at the writing instruments for a few minutes, then nervously glanced over to Miaka.
Everybody anxiously waited for what she's going to say. "...er... do you have a ballpoint pen?"
*sweatdrop*
* * *
Heero was hard at work on his desk. He was writing something. It was night, and the only light on
was his desk lamp. Once in a while he would pause, look out at the starry sky (the clouds have
cleared up), then start writing again. A litter of crumpled paper overflowed from the wastebasket
beside him.
An hour passes by and at last he proudly holds up a thick, quite crudely sealed, envelope. On the
back of the envelope he wrote something, then stood up and turned off the light. He drowsily
walked over to his bed and he slumped onto the mattress, instantly falling asleep, clutching the
envelope in his left hand.
* * *
Mizu sat alone in the room, writing. She has made the others leave her alone because she felt
conscious when people watch what she does. At first she didn't know what to say, but once she
started writing, words came flooding out from her. It was already dark but, with a candle by her
side, she continues to work on her letter. Luckily for Mizu, Miaka had a black ballpoint pen with
her. She carefully writes each letter in her neatest handwriting, and tries not to make any
mistakes. A small window lets some moonlight inside. She looks out the opening and she sees the
stars. It didn't take long for her to find her favorite constellation: Orion's belt. She smiled,
then continued with her writing.
The task is finally done. Mizu had to stop herself from writing too much. She signed the letter
and folded it neatly. She took a red, unused candle beside the ink jar (the small porcelain jar)
and lit it with the other candle. She let the wax melt and drip onto the paper. Then sealed the
letter with the Phoenix (Suzaku) seal Hotohori lent her.
Mizu took another piece of paper and wrote a note to Miaka and the others and left it on the
table.
She stood up finally, and, holding the letter in her hand, she started the transport. Light
escapes through the small window, then finally fades.
* * *
A spark travels the circumference of the ring then explodes into a bright light. Soon after, Mizu
materializes into view. The bright light dims, but does not disappear. She is in a room. She
notices the floor is littered with paper, and, there, sleeping on the bed in the most
uncomfortable position, was Heero.
Mizu did not descend to the floor, as she usually would. If the light did not fade completely,
she wouldn't lose consciousness. She planned it that way so that she could easily travel to
another world before anybody wakes up, and no one would see her, especially Heero.
She moved closer to Heero, still hovering in the air like a spirit, and placed her letter in his
right hand, so that he would notice when he wakes up. She touched his forehead very gently so he
wouldn't awaken. She was about to turn around and leave when she noticed that he was holding
something white and rectangular in his other hand. She looked at it closely, then jumped back
surprisingly when she saw her name on it, but then recovers from her shock and lays her hand on
his. He unconsciously responded by releasing his possessive grip on the envelope, as if he didn't
want anybody to take it other than the one to whom it is addressed.
Mizu smiles at him as she fights the strong urge to stay. I can't, her mind argued with her
heart, I must go now. Her face shows the obvious hurt she is experiencing, but her
determination to prevent destruction wins over her personal emotions. "Goodbye," she whispers
before the light glows its brightest then finally fades completely, leaving a few specks of white
dust slowly floating to the floor.
* * *
Heero turns from his uncomfortable position and curls up into a ball. He unconsciously brings his
right hand, holding Mizu's letter, to his heart, then he settles down again.
He is having a dream about a bright light entering his room. It touched him, and he gave it the
letter he had worked on so hard. Then the light fades away, bidding him goodbye.
Criticisms, flames and death threats are highly expected. No fear, I won't bite.