Argh! So frustrated! I got a letter a few months back telling me that I
needed to renew my Marvel Comics subscription, so I did. Today I get
another letter telling me that I need to renew and that this month's issue
is the last, so I called and they said they never renewed it, but I can't
fill out the form yet cause I need my daddy's credit card and he isn't
home! (Wails for a while, then stops) Perhaps they renewed it, then
cancelled it when they were planning on canceling the title and then
didn't? Maybe that's it. Anybody read Spider Girl? I swear they've tried to
cancel it like four times all ready, but we fans just won't let that
happen. If you haven't read it, I recommend you check it out. It's really
good. Well, anyway, I'm trying to end this without rushing it. If I rush,
I'm sorry. I'm good at cliffhangers, not endings. (Sniff sniff, they're
always so sad.)
Tenshi stepped delicately over the body on the black marble floor as it writhed in pain, mouth open in a wordless, soundless howl, as she accepted a glass of rich, dark wine from a very nervous looking servant. Sipping from the beautiful goblet of black crystal, she looked down thoughtfully at the writhing man and a small smile slowly spread its way across her face.
There was something strangely fulfilling about watching him suffer. She felt a sense of deep satisfaction she couldn't name, as if repaying an old dept. Killing him would be a shame, she was so glad she had decided to keep him around for her personal torment.
"Have a bath drawn for me." She ordered the gaping servant, tired at being stared at. When the frightened kedamono didn't move, Tenshi flung the no doubt expensive wine in his face. "Did you hear me? Would you rather join your master on the ground?" She demanded, throwing down the goblet and letting it shatter on the marble floor.
She smiled to herself as the servant scurried away, and returned to watching Zeke suffer. Strange, he was foaming at the mouth. Couldn't he at least suffer in a more attractive manner?
It didn't matter, she supposed.
With a tinge of annoyance she reached behind herself and pulled the dark crossbow bolt out of her back, shivering as she felt her skin close and heal itself around the wound.
"Did you actually think an attack formed of the very magic that created me could harm me?" She asked softly, kicking him in the side. "You were a fool, weren't you? But no more. I think I shall allow you to by my dog. A loyal hound. I think I'll call you Fluffy. How does that sound?" Fear filled his eyes and she laughed. "Oh, don't worry, you won't have the mental capacity to be embarrassed. This all has left me with a problem though, hasn't it?" She knelt down and patted his head, careful not to get any of his spilt body fluids on her.
Without Zeke to guide her, she had no purpose. What did she care for ruling a world? She had been created to destroy. She supposed she could do that; become an angel of death rather than just an angel of darkness, in a sense.
But she couldn't destroy the planet yet, not until she took what she wanted. That man. Vegeta. Just the sound of his name sent shivers up her spine as she remembered the way he looked and moved, the arrogant tilt to his chin, the sheer power he represented.
She remembered him, from the time before she had been Changed. Not much, just that they had been lovers, but it was enough.
She could imagine the rest.
He was all she remembered from Before, she realized. She supposed it didn't matter what came Before, only the future was important. A future of glorious death and blood and destruction. She laughed and rose, turning to face the servant who approached.
"See that he's cleaned up. And get rid of all this broken glass." She ordered, returning to her rooms in high spirits.
With a cry of rage, Vegeta flung the bed up against the wall, not quite hard enough to hurt the wall, but with more than enough force to splinter and shatter the bed. He ripped off the sheets, shredding them into bits and burning them to cinder.
"Dad."
He met his reflection in the mirror and slammed his fist into the glass, ripping the wooden frame from the wall and crushing it into sawdust.
"Dad."
Vegeta grabbed up the rocking chair that Usagi had kept in the corner to rock Veggie with at night and flung it through the window, raining glass on those below. The dresser soon followed.
"Dad!"
Finding no other furniture in the room, Vegeta tore open the closet door and reached inside, freezing as he pulled out a familiar pink shirt. Trunks watched as his father brought the garment up to his face with trembling hands, breathing deeply of the scent of Usagi's favorite perfume, which had been imprinted on it. He watched as the man's eyes hardened, became steel. Gripping the shirt in one hand, he roared his rage, a yellow light engulfing him. Trunks stepped back, instructing those with him to do the same as the golden aura grew brighter and stronger.
The remaining windows were blown out, but still he continued to grow in power, screaming at the top of his lungs, a wordless howl of rage and pain. The paint on the walls was melting, the carpet beneath his feet was being scorched as the spiky blonde hair on his head grew longer and his mass increased. Finally the scream trailed off and Vegeta continued to stare at the ceiling. Motioning to one of the girls beside him, Trunks approached cautiously.
"Dad. Look."
He blinked, staring at his oldest son as if he had never seen him before, then looking to the wide-eyed Minako, who held out the small mirror she had taken from her purse. Breathing heavily, Vegeta took it, staring at his reflection. He slowly reached up to touch the long golden hair, then scowled dangerously and threw the mirror, which passed through the wall and the apartment building on the other side.
"You think I care about that?!?" He raged.
"Dad, please. You're too angry."
"I have every right to be-" His voice cut off as one of the girl's stepped forward, staring up at him through dark, soulful eyes.
"We loved her too." Hotaru informed him quietly, once he had been silent for several minutes. "We want her back as much as you do. But anger will only cloud our judgement, we need to sit down and think of a way to bring her back. If we can get close enough to her, I can heal her, but you are going to have to behave yourself."
"You can heal her?"
"Hai. With your help. I have an idea."
"It won't work." Vegeta glared at Mamoru, who held up his hands defensively. "Don't shoot the messenger, it's true. To heal Usagi, we'd need to defeat her. She'd need to be weakened to the point of death, or else she'd just be too strong."
The senshi all grew silent, thoughtful looks on their faces.
"You would listen to this puny coward?" Vegeta glared.
Rei shifted uncomfortably. "Mamoru's sort of our resident expert on being brainwashed."
There was silence.
"This is what we have to do." Ami said suddenly, resolve in her blue eyes. "Vegeta is the only one she'll let get close to her. I believe her display at today's battle proves that. A small part of her remembers him, he is our anchor, whatever we do, we must not forget to include him."
"Fair enough." Haruka acknowledged. "So what's the plan?"
Ami frowned. "I'm afraid Mamoru is correct in his assertion that Usagi would need to be severely weakened before she could be healed. All of my studies on brainwashing have agreed with this thesis. And healing takes time and patience. If Hotaru were to move too fast, she could do more harm than good. Vegeta will have to be the one to wound Usagi."
"WHAT?!? I will NOT attack my mate!"
"She is not your wife anymore, Vegeta, she's a monster. And you will not be the only one hurting her, of course. The betrayal she will feel will be enough to weaken her spirit to accompany the weakening of her body." Ami explained. "I'm afraid you have no choice. Either attack her or lose her forever."
The dream world he had met Usagi in during her captivity now seemed dark and tainted. Vegeta explored it with distaste, wondering if his mate would even come to this place. It was the only way he could think of to get a message to her aside from waiting for another youma attack.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she came.
"I hoped I would find you here."
Vegeta quickly turned in the direction of the silken voice, forcing a smile to his face. Despite the fact they shared the same fact and body, Tenshi no Kuro was so different from his mate he might not have even seen the resemblance if not for the tug in his soul.
"I hoped the same thing." He told her in his smoothest voice, taking her into his arms. She didn't even feel like Usagi, she was cold, like death. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the battle."
"Oh, and have you considered my offer?"
"I accept. I would like nothing more than to travel the universe with you, destroying whomever we please. Where should I meet you? I don't want to waste a single day."
"I'll send someone to get you." She purred.
To Be Continued
Hey, I was thinking about getting the .hack//sign video game, anyone know if it's any good? Ciao.
Tenshi stepped delicately over the body on the black marble floor as it writhed in pain, mouth open in a wordless, soundless howl, as she accepted a glass of rich, dark wine from a very nervous looking servant. Sipping from the beautiful goblet of black crystal, she looked down thoughtfully at the writhing man and a small smile slowly spread its way across her face.
There was something strangely fulfilling about watching him suffer. She felt a sense of deep satisfaction she couldn't name, as if repaying an old dept. Killing him would be a shame, she was so glad she had decided to keep him around for her personal torment.
"Have a bath drawn for me." She ordered the gaping servant, tired at being stared at. When the frightened kedamono didn't move, Tenshi flung the no doubt expensive wine in his face. "Did you hear me? Would you rather join your master on the ground?" She demanded, throwing down the goblet and letting it shatter on the marble floor.
She smiled to herself as the servant scurried away, and returned to watching Zeke suffer. Strange, he was foaming at the mouth. Couldn't he at least suffer in a more attractive manner?
It didn't matter, she supposed.
With a tinge of annoyance she reached behind herself and pulled the dark crossbow bolt out of her back, shivering as she felt her skin close and heal itself around the wound.
"Did you actually think an attack formed of the very magic that created me could harm me?" She asked softly, kicking him in the side. "You were a fool, weren't you? But no more. I think I shall allow you to by my dog. A loyal hound. I think I'll call you Fluffy. How does that sound?" Fear filled his eyes and she laughed. "Oh, don't worry, you won't have the mental capacity to be embarrassed. This all has left me with a problem though, hasn't it?" She knelt down and patted his head, careful not to get any of his spilt body fluids on her.
Without Zeke to guide her, she had no purpose. What did she care for ruling a world? She had been created to destroy. She supposed she could do that; become an angel of death rather than just an angel of darkness, in a sense.
But she couldn't destroy the planet yet, not until she took what she wanted. That man. Vegeta. Just the sound of his name sent shivers up her spine as she remembered the way he looked and moved, the arrogant tilt to his chin, the sheer power he represented.
She remembered him, from the time before she had been Changed. Not much, just that they had been lovers, but it was enough.
She could imagine the rest.
He was all she remembered from Before, she realized. She supposed it didn't matter what came Before, only the future was important. A future of glorious death and blood and destruction. She laughed and rose, turning to face the servant who approached.
"See that he's cleaned up. And get rid of all this broken glass." She ordered, returning to her rooms in high spirits.
With a cry of rage, Vegeta flung the bed up against the wall, not quite hard enough to hurt the wall, but with more than enough force to splinter and shatter the bed. He ripped off the sheets, shredding them into bits and burning them to cinder.
"Dad."
He met his reflection in the mirror and slammed his fist into the glass, ripping the wooden frame from the wall and crushing it into sawdust.
"Dad."
Vegeta grabbed up the rocking chair that Usagi had kept in the corner to rock Veggie with at night and flung it through the window, raining glass on those below. The dresser soon followed.
"Dad!"
Finding no other furniture in the room, Vegeta tore open the closet door and reached inside, freezing as he pulled out a familiar pink shirt. Trunks watched as his father brought the garment up to his face with trembling hands, breathing deeply of the scent of Usagi's favorite perfume, which had been imprinted on it. He watched as the man's eyes hardened, became steel. Gripping the shirt in one hand, he roared his rage, a yellow light engulfing him. Trunks stepped back, instructing those with him to do the same as the golden aura grew brighter and stronger.
The remaining windows were blown out, but still he continued to grow in power, screaming at the top of his lungs, a wordless howl of rage and pain. The paint on the walls was melting, the carpet beneath his feet was being scorched as the spiky blonde hair on his head grew longer and his mass increased. Finally the scream trailed off and Vegeta continued to stare at the ceiling. Motioning to one of the girls beside him, Trunks approached cautiously.
"Dad. Look."
He blinked, staring at his oldest son as if he had never seen him before, then looking to the wide-eyed Minako, who held out the small mirror she had taken from her purse. Breathing heavily, Vegeta took it, staring at his reflection. He slowly reached up to touch the long golden hair, then scowled dangerously and threw the mirror, which passed through the wall and the apartment building on the other side.
"You think I care about that?!?" He raged.
"Dad, please. You're too angry."
"I have every right to be-" His voice cut off as one of the girl's stepped forward, staring up at him through dark, soulful eyes.
"We loved her too." Hotaru informed him quietly, once he had been silent for several minutes. "We want her back as much as you do. But anger will only cloud our judgement, we need to sit down and think of a way to bring her back. If we can get close enough to her, I can heal her, but you are going to have to behave yourself."
"You can heal her?"
"Hai. With your help. I have an idea."
"It won't work." Vegeta glared at Mamoru, who held up his hands defensively. "Don't shoot the messenger, it's true. To heal Usagi, we'd need to defeat her. She'd need to be weakened to the point of death, or else she'd just be too strong."
The senshi all grew silent, thoughtful looks on their faces.
"You would listen to this puny coward?" Vegeta glared.
Rei shifted uncomfortably. "Mamoru's sort of our resident expert on being brainwashed."
There was silence.
"This is what we have to do." Ami said suddenly, resolve in her blue eyes. "Vegeta is the only one she'll let get close to her. I believe her display at today's battle proves that. A small part of her remembers him, he is our anchor, whatever we do, we must not forget to include him."
"Fair enough." Haruka acknowledged. "So what's the plan?"
Ami frowned. "I'm afraid Mamoru is correct in his assertion that Usagi would need to be severely weakened before she could be healed. All of my studies on brainwashing have agreed with this thesis. And healing takes time and patience. If Hotaru were to move too fast, she could do more harm than good. Vegeta will have to be the one to wound Usagi."
"WHAT?!? I will NOT attack my mate!"
"She is not your wife anymore, Vegeta, she's a monster. And you will not be the only one hurting her, of course. The betrayal she will feel will be enough to weaken her spirit to accompany the weakening of her body." Ami explained. "I'm afraid you have no choice. Either attack her or lose her forever."
The dream world he had met Usagi in during her captivity now seemed dark and tainted. Vegeta explored it with distaste, wondering if his mate would even come to this place. It was the only way he could think of to get a message to her aside from waiting for another youma attack.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, she came.
"I hoped I would find you here."
Vegeta quickly turned in the direction of the silken voice, forcing a smile to his face. Despite the fact they shared the same fact and body, Tenshi no Kuro was so different from his mate he might not have even seen the resemblance if not for the tug in his soul.
"I hoped the same thing." He told her in his smoothest voice, taking her into his arms. She didn't even feel like Usagi, she was cold, like death. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the battle."
"Oh, and have you considered my offer?"
"I accept. I would like nothing more than to travel the universe with you, destroying whomever we please. Where should I meet you? I don't want to waste a single day."
"I'll send someone to get you." She purred.
To Be Continued
Hey, I was thinking about getting the .hack//sign video game, anyone know if it's any good? Ciao.
