Okay, I lied. This isn't gonna be a one shot fic. This is Tori's funeral,
and this becomes an official X-over.
;; ;;- thoughts
"" -dialogue (duh)
The raven haired, violet eyed priestess, clad in her traditional garb, began the prayer that would initiate the day of mourning. Incense burned around the shrine, giving off the musky scent of sandalwood. Stifled sobs, and the clearing of throats punctuated the Priestess's lilting prayer. The room was cold, the sacred flame in the center of the shrine did little to warm the shrine.
Tears were flowing down his cheeks, but his eyes and face were blank. The tears could have been mistaken for rain, or melting snow. His eyes were riveted on the framed photograph that sat in front of the wooden coffin. The photo was of a woman in her twenties. She was smiling into the camera. Her eyes were dark, icy blue, and her black braid hung over her shoulder.
;;That's what she was like before him.;; He thought. His gaze shifted to take in the flowers that were placed around the coffin, no roses. For some reason, it didn't seem proper to put roses here. Not when roses had reminded her so much of Him.
The prayer finished. And the gathering stood. None of them were dry eyed.
His gaze swept the crowd. A bitter smile quirked at his lips. ;;She'll never be forgotten, at least.;;
A woman screamed, drawing his eye. A small, gold-haired, gold eyed young woman collapsed to her knees, sobs racked her body, and tears splattered on the cold, gray stone.
"Tori-chan! You can't be dead! You can't!" Her voice was high and grating, as sobs choked the words, making them barely comprehensible. "You bitch, you stupid bitch. How can you leave me like this!?"
He had met that girl once. But he couldn't remember her name. But he remembered when Tori had brought him to meet her. They had gazed at each other with the warm, primal loyalty that emerged between women as close as sisters. Kalasin. That was her name. Hino Kalasin, the Priestess's cousin.
A small teenage girl knelt beside her. She was thin, black haired, and violet eyed. Tears stained her own cheeks, as she held her sobbing contrast. Kalasin buried her face in the younger girl's neck, and grieved for the sister she had lost.
He turned from them to study the crowd. Mostly students from her dance school, the Odori Dojo. And several friends. And Her.
Rage sparked inside his stomach a he glared at the silvery blonde haired, blue eyed woman who stood with the pink haired, crimson eyed child. Chiba Usagi. She had caused this. That bastard had been locked away where he belonged, and she had freed him. Her hands where stained with Tori's blood, just as His were. But He was dead, she was alive. Her bright blue eyes were blank from shock. But he didn't care. His love, the one person who made him feel human was gone, and it was her fault.
Usagi's eyes rose, and met his. He let his dispassionate mask drop for the slightest moment. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a sob, and tears soaked her suddenly regretful eyes. For that split second he had allowed his pain to show. And she had seen it.
"Chiba-san." The dark, unsympathetic voice was being emitted from the golden Kalasin.
"Kally-ch-," Usagi began.
"Shizuka ni!" Kalasin's voice was as harsh as that of the ravens that settled on the Priestess's shoulders. "You have no right to call me that! You lost that right, bitch,"
"Kally-san!" A husky voice shouted, interrupting her. The speaker was a tall man, with dusty blonde hair, and dark green eyes. Kalasin glared at the man. And he glared back, and cast a glance at the cowering four year old that clutched Usagi's hand.
"Chibiusa-chan, go play with Hotaru-san, please." Usagi said softly. Chibiusa ran to the teenager, putting as much distance as possible between the angry woman and herself.
"You bitch, you killed her. She came to you with the truth, and this is how you repay her!? You killed her." Kalasin spat at the smaller woman, who did nothing but gaze down a t her feet.
"He said he wanted to talk to her." Usagi's tiny voice echoed in the silence.
;;TALK!? He abused her for a year, and she thinks he wanted to talk!?;; His hand itched to hold the cold metal of his gun so he could send this fool of a woman to Hell with her husband.
"Talk? You think he wanted to talk?! You saw those bruises, Chiba-san. You saw the video, and you believed him!?" Kalasin shouted. A small crowd had accumulated around them. Watching. None raised their voices in the defense of the small woman.
"You called her a liar, and a whore. And you dare to show up here!? She defended you with her life! And that was how you repaid her?" Usagi's head shot up, her eyes were wide with surprise.
"What?" She asked, her voice was barely audible to him.
"She took those beatings because Mamoru threatened you and Chibiusa. But you didn't want to hear that, did you!? You didn't want to hear that your precious "Mamo-chan" would even think of hurting you! And because of your density, Tori-chan is dead! I hope you're happy." With that, Kalasin spun on her heel, and stalked away.
Kalasin walked to him. The burning anger he had seen in her eyes was gone. Replaced by sorrow, and longing, and.regret.
"She was different after she met you." She said quietly. "She was never truly happy. And after Mamoru started, she started slipping away. I think you were the only thing that kept her from losing it completely.
"Chikyuno Tori is going to be the name on the gravesite." She added. Before turning and walking back into the shrine.
Heero turned from her retreating form, and the sight of the sobbing Usagi, and fled. He ran as fast as his body would allow. He ran from the shrine, and the sobbing, and the tears. He couldn't stand it any more. He had his own pain to deal with. He couldn't stand theirs as well.
Death was an every day occurrence in the life of a soldier. But it shouldn't have been her death. She was innocent. She wasn't fighting, she wasn't a soldier. She should not have died like that. He should have protected her. But instead she had died to save him. ;;That should be me in that coffin, not her.;; He finally ceased running, and fell to his knees in exhaustion.
He looked around. He was in front of the two-story building, where the top apartment was labeled the "Odori Dojo". He stood, and tested the door. It was unlocked, and he entered.
He walked up the stairs to the studio. The long room had one wall made completely on mirrors, the wall parallel to it had wooden barres. The polished floor was smooth and shiny. The room smelled like her. Her presence lingered in every corner. He inhaled the scent, and closed his eyes. He could almost see her dancing across this very space.
"Aishiteru." He whispered, before turning, and walking out of the studio.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Okay, Tori sued Mamoru and got him put away for abuse, and assault, and Usagi paid his bail and got him out. (Because she was "blinded by love") And you know what happened after that. Kalasin is another OC, she and Tori were not biological siblings, but they loved each other like sisters.
Odori Dojo literally means "dance way place" Odori-dance, and Dojo-way place. Or Dance School.
R&R ASAP!
;; ;;- thoughts
"" -dialogue (duh)
The raven haired, violet eyed priestess, clad in her traditional garb, began the prayer that would initiate the day of mourning. Incense burned around the shrine, giving off the musky scent of sandalwood. Stifled sobs, and the clearing of throats punctuated the Priestess's lilting prayer. The room was cold, the sacred flame in the center of the shrine did little to warm the shrine.
Tears were flowing down his cheeks, but his eyes and face were blank. The tears could have been mistaken for rain, or melting snow. His eyes were riveted on the framed photograph that sat in front of the wooden coffin. The photo was of a woman in her twenties. She was smiling into the camera. Her eyes were dark, icy blue, and her black braid hung over her shoulder.
;;That's what she was like before him.;; He thought. His gaze shifted to take in the flowers that were placed around the coffin, no roses. For some reason, it didn't seem proper to put roses here. Not when roses had reminded her so much of Him.
The prayer finished. And the gathering stood. None of them were dry eyed.
His gaze swept the crowd. A bitter smile quirked at his lips. ;;She'll never be forgotten, at least.;;
A woman screamed, drawing his eye. A small, gold-haired, gold eyed young woman collapsed to her knees, sobs racked her body, and tears splattered on the cold, gray stone.
"Tori-chan! You can't be dead! You can't!" Her voice was high and grating, as sobs choked the words, making them barely comprehensible. "You bitch, you stupid bitch. How can you leave me like this!?"
He had met that girl once. But he couldn't remember her name. But he remembered when Tori had brought him to meet her. They had gazed at each other with the warm, primal loyalty that emerged between women as close as sisters. Kalasin. That was her name. Hino Kalasin, the Priestess's cousin.
A small teenage girl knelt beside her. She was thin, black haired, and violet eyed. Tears stained her own cheeks, as she held her sobbing contrast. Kalasin buried her face in the younger girl's neck, and grieved for the sister she had lost.
He turned from them to study the crowd. Mostly students from her dance school, the Odori Dojo. And several friends. And Her.
Rage sparked inside his stomach a he glared at the silvery blonde haired, blue eyed woman who stood with the pink haired, crimson eyed child. Chiba Usagi. She had caused this. That bastard had been locked away where he belonged, and she had freed him. Her hands where stained with Tori's blood, just as His were. But He was dead, she was alive. Her bright blue eyes were blank from shock. But he didn't care. His love, the one person who made him feel human was gone, and it was her fault.
Usagi's eyes rose, and met his. He let his dispassionate mask drop for the slightest moment. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a sob, and tears soaked her suddenly regretful eyes. For that split second he had allowed his pain to show. And she had seen it.
"Chiba-san." The dark, unsympathetic voice was being emitted from the golden Kalasin.
"Kally-ch-," Usagi began.
"Shizuka ni!" Kalasin's voice was as harsh as that of the ravens that settled on the Priestess's shoulders. "You have no right to call me that! You lost that right, bitch,"
"Kally-san!" A husky voice shouted, interrupting her. The speaker was a tall man, with dusty blonde hair, and dark green eyes. Kalasin glared at the man. And he glared back, and cast a glance at the cowering four year old that clutched Usagi's hand.
"Chibiusa-chan, go play with Hotaru-san, please." Usagi said softly. Chibiusa ran to the teenager, putting as much distance as possible between the angry woman and herself.
"You bitch, you killed her. She came to you with the truth, and this is how you repay her!? You killed her." Kalasin spat at the smaller woman, who did nothing but gaze down a t her feet.
"He said he wanted to talk to her." Usagi's tiny voice echoed in the silence.
;;TALK!? He abused her for a year, and she thinks he wanted to talk!?;; His hand itched to hold the cold metal of his gun so he could send this fool of a woman to Hell with her husband.
"Talk? You think he wanted to talk?! You saw those bruises, Chiba-san. You saw the video, and you believed him!?" Kalasin shouted. A small crowd had accumulated around them. Watching. None raised their voices in the defense of the small woman.
"You called her a liar, and a whore. And you dare to show up here!? She defended you with her life! And that was how you repaid her?" Usagi's head shot up, her eyes were wide with surprise.
"What?" She asked, her voice was barely audible to him.
"She took those beatings because Mamoru threatened you and Chibiusa. But you didn't want to hear that, did you!? You didn't want to hear that your precious "Mamo-chan" would even think of hurting you! And because of your density, Tori-chan is dead! I hope you're happy." With that, Kalasin spun on her heel, and stalked away.
Kalasin walked to him. The burning anger he had seen in her eyes was gone. Replaced by sorrow, and longing, and.regret.
"She was different after she met you." She said quietly. "She was never truly happy. And after Mamoru started, she started slipping away. I think you were the only thing that kept her from losing it completely.
"Chikyuno Tori is going to be the name on the gravesite." She added. Before turning and walking back into the shrine.
Heero turned from her retreating form, and the sight of the sobbing Usagi, and fled. He ran as fast as his body would allow. He ran from the shrine, and the sobbing, and the tears. He couldn't stand it any more. He had his own pain to deal with. He couldn't stand theirs as well.
Death was an every day occurrence in the life of a soldier. But it shouldn't have been her death. She was innocent. She wasn't fighting, she wasn't a soldier. She should not have died like that. He should have protected her. But instead she had died to save him. ;;That should be me in that coffin, not her.;; He finally ceased running, and fell to his knees in exhaustion.
He looked around. He was in front of the two-story building, where the top apartment was labeled the "Odori Dojo". He stood, and tested the door. It was unlocked, and he entered.
He walked up the stairs to the studio. The long room had one wall made completely on mirrors, the wall parallel to it had wooden barres. The polished floor was smooth and shiny. The room smelled like her. Her presence lingered in every corner. He inhaled the scent, and closed his eyes. He could almost see her dancing across this very space.
"Aishiteru." He whispered, before turning, and walking out of the studio.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
Okay, Tori sued Mamoru and got him put away for abuse, and assault, and Usagi paid his bail and got him out. (Because she was "blinded by love") And you know what happened after that. Kalasin is another OC, she and Tori were not biological siblings, but they loved each other like sisters.
Odori Dojo literally means "dance way place" Odori-dance, and Dojo-way place. Or Dance School.
R&R ASAP!