This is a Tenchi Muyo poem-fic. Our story starts at the end of a battle against a nameless enemy. Ryoko is badly injured after helping Tenchi to save Ayeka (again). The fic shows all the emotions Ryoko goes through afterwards, and also the points of view of other characters throughout the story. Per request, I've decided that this will be T/R. Please R&R.
P.S.- Some of these chapters may not seem like poetry, because they don't have any rhyme or rhythm. They are soliloquies. Look it up if you're not familiar with the term!
Ryoko's Tears
I await the final darkness...
I am here, listening for the sound of a certain set of footsteps
To walk through to my heart and take my soul by the hand...
My breath is heavy and my wounds have become numb with pain...
If only he would come for me, and let me know everything was okay...
But he won't. In the back of my mind I know he won't...
Because, he's with her...
He's fighting to protect her...
The only reason this happened to me is because I brought him here...
I gave myself up to bring him here, so he could rescue her...
Tears? Are these really tears that I cry? Are they for him?
No. As much as his presence lingers in my heart, these tears do not belong to him.
They are death's tears. They call to the pain in my heart...
They mourn the loss of the warm feeling that was once deep inside me...
Even if I survive this, even if I wipe away those tears,
They will still be hiding deep inside my heart.
Little can be done about that...
But maybe if... No. That would never happen.
These tears will just have to stay.
Even though they are a constant reminder of my pain,
They are still my shield from other things that would cause more pain and sorrow...
What? What's happening?
Footsteps...?
Do those footsteps belong to who I think they do?
Yes! I see his face! He came for me after all!
Huh?
She is holding him up...
He is leaning on her. He was physically hurting, so he looked to her to hold him up.
I am being lifted... but not by him. My body is being carried by two of the women I share a home with.
I still can't take my eyes of them though... Neither him nor her...
Her asking him if he is okay... That weak smile he gives her as he replies "yes"...
It all cuts deep into my soul...
Now, everything is fading, as my mind slips into unconciousness.
My last aware emotion is a sorrow bled through the tears in my heart...
My last concious thought is spoken in my mind before I seep into the abyss...
I am hurting, so... who can I lean on?
P.S.- Some of these chapters may not seem like poetry, because they don't have any rhyme or rhythm. They are soliloquies. Look it up if you're not familiar with the term!
Ryoko's Tears
I await the final darkness...
I am here, listening for the sound of a certain set of footsteps
To walk through to my heart and take my soul by the hand...
My breath is heavy and my wounds have become numb with pain...
If only he would come for me, and let me know everything was okay...
But he won't. In the back of my mind I know he won't...
Because, he's with her...
He's fighting to protect her...
The only reason this happened to me is because I brought him here...
I gave myself up to bring him here, so he could rescue her...
Tears? Are these really tears that I cry? Are they for him?
No. As much as his presence lingers in my heart, these tears do not belong to him.
They are death's tears. They call to the pain in my heart...
They mourn the loss of the warm feeling that was once deep inside me...
Even if I survive this, even if I wipe away those tears,
They will still be hiding deep inside my heart.
Little can be done about that...
But maybe if... No. That would never happen.
These tears will just have to stay.
Even though they are a constant reminder of my pain,
They are still my shield from other things that would cause more pain and sorrow...
What? What's happening?
Footsteps...?
Do those footsteps belong to who I think they do?
Yes! I see his face! He came for me after all!
Huh?
She is holding him up...
He is leaning on her. He was physically hurting, so he looked to her to hold him up.
I am being lifted... but not by him. My body is being carried by two of the women I share a home with.
I still can't take my eyes of them though... Neither him nor her...
Her asking him if he is okay... That weak smile he gives her as he replies "yes"...
It all cuts deep into my soul...
Now, everything is fading, as my mind slips into unconciousness.
My last aware emotion is a sorrow bled through the tears in my heart...
My last concious thought is spoken in my mind before I seep into the abyss...
I am hurting, so... who can I lean on?
