Fragile Hands

By: Super Sheba

Written for MercuryAdept

Summary: Mia's reflections concerning a certain dying character. . . .

Rating: G

Vyctori: Yet another great fic that wasn't written by me! I've decided to hold off on the review responses for a bit, as it's been too long since I last updated, and I don't want to nag Dotdotdot-chan, who seems to be having enough problems of her own, what with a split personality just like Yoshimi. . . . ^_~ (See her review if you're confused.)

Anyway, all reviews were very much appreciated, and all suggestions were duly noted. Hopefully, the next one-shot will be written by me, so I don't feel like such a slacker, but you never know. . . .

Now go and read Super Sheba's sweet, sad one-shot! It's great, so shoo!

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A/N: This is a mudshipper for MercuryAdept written by Super Sheba, please enjoy.  By the way, the story is from Mia's point of view.  

Fragile Hands

Rain trickled from the charcoal colored sky, leaving tiny teardrops upon the budding green leaves.  Deep ebony clouds cast a melancholy hue upon the grieving world, leaving a gloomy and painful existence for those being swept into its terrifying grasp.  A musty scent arose from the damp umber earth as dew encompassed blades of grass slumped over and gazed upon the ground sadly.  The sweet song of the colorful array of birds within the branches of the trees silenced as the steady sound of raindrops filled the air.  It was as though Mother Nature was mourning over the loss of one of her children.  Crimson stained the mud as the stench of blood filled my senses and caused my stomach to churn.  Before me lay the man that clasped my fragile heart in his hands as it threatened to shatter in his limp hands.  Nothing could return the life of an innocent.  Nothing.

My hands shook as I reached out to touch the form lying limply in his own scarlet blood, my whole body trembling with fear and despair.  I longed to remain in the world of fantasy and naivety that had so gently welcomed me and wiped my tears, yet I knew with one touch to his icy hand, that dream would crumble.  Sitting quietly, sweet memories began to dance through my mind.  So many beautiful times had we spent together that I could never forget.  To me, he was the most beautiful creature to roam this world.  Golden locks that blew freely in the springtime breeze, and cerulean orbs that could comfort the soul.  His voice was smooth and silky and soothed the flames burning within my heart, wiping away the feelings of hatred buried so deeply within me.  A smile so tender would grace his face, a gaze only Sol could have blessed him with.  Kindness resonated in every word spoken from his mouth.  Yet what I believe to be the most wonderful characteristic of him was his kindness.  Never did he get angry or short-tempered, nor did he despise a single person.  Forgiving he was, and perhaps that was what drew me to him, for I am not sure of why I care for him so.  Icy tears began to stream down my cheeks as I watched that perfect angel dying before my eyes, my head rested upon his chest as his breaths became shorter.  Death couldn't take Isaac, for I would not let it, yet I had allowed him to fall.

Fiercely, a giant reptilian creature growled, each of its three heads bellowing in a different tone.  My eyes grew wide as they focused to look upon the dragon, its teeth mocking me as daggers.  Without realizing what I was doing, I had summoned Iris along with Jenna, and sweat began to trickle down my face.  The god-like apparition dove in a flash of golden light into the dragon, as a shriek of pain escaped the horrid beast.  Isaac nodded, then ran forth, Sol Blade in hand as he attempted to attack the angry reptile.  The Doom Dragon glared at his with amber eyes, then without hesitation, ensnared Isaac within its teeth.  Once Isaac had been thoroughly pierced, it spit him onto the floor of the aerie.  I longed to run to him and heal him, yet I couldn't, for that would have left the rest of my companions vulnerable.  A red-headed and brazen young man yelled as he ran forward, cursing the dragon for what it had done to Isaac.  Garet sank his Excalibur into the beast's fleshy scales, allowing murky green liquid to seep from the wound.  The creature screamed as one of its three heads disappeared, leaving us with the remaining duo to challenge.  Ivan was panting, though he tried to hide his exhaustion.  A concerned look sprouted upon Picard's face, fearing the words he would be forced utter to Hama when they returned.  Unable to bear the prospect of Hama's pained face, Picard summoned Boreas in the wink of an eye.  Felix nodded to Sheba as Venus and Jupiter psynergy joined to catastrophically injure the dragon, whose second head faded into dust.  Only one head remaining, I saw Isaac push himself from the ground and sink his silvery blade into the dragon's hide, gripping the sword for dear life as the dragon flung his weak body about, finally sending Isaac to collide with a wall.  A scream rang through the night as I fell to the ground sobbing, the last head disappearing as Picard and Garet again summoned Iris in her mighty stance.  I rushed over to Isaac, pulled him into my arms, and returned him to the ship, where we teleported to Contigo in hopes of Hama's help.  Dismally, she replied that she could not, as Isaac shook in a fit of coughing and blood trickled from his mouth.  Slowly, Garet carried Isaac outside of Contigo into the depths of the forest, and left us there to dwell with each other, our last moments together.

Carefully, I cradled Isaac's head in my lap, my cyan hair now stained with scarlet.  Petting his forehead, my soprano voice softly began to sing lullabies to sooth his pain.

"Luna watches Sol to sleep, her loving gaze fixed as he dreams in peace.  Awaiting the moment of his wake, and whispers 'In my arms . . . in my arms . . . rest sweetly my dear.  In my arms . . . in my arms . . . fall into my embrace.  In my arms . . . in my arms . . . sleep knowing you're safe.  Sleep sweetly my dear, in my arms . . . in my arms. . . .'" I sang in almost silence, placing a kiss atop Isaac's head.  "I love you my dear, please stay in my arms…"

It was as though Isaac had understood my intentions, for a smile graced his face, and his hand squeezed mine.  The reply brought tears to my eyes, mixed with joy and grief as my emotions swirled in confusion.  I yearned for Isaac to awaken, yet I knew his awake would be greeted by excruciating pain.  Watching him brought comfort to my despaired heart, though his breaths had become short.  His heart beat began to slow, its rhythm slowing with each movement.  I felt his hand release mine, as incomprehensible sorrow enveloped my being.  Setting him on the ground, I rested my head and arms upon his chest, a mixture of tears and mud trickling down my cheeks. 

My voice found no words, only singing softly, "Sleep sweetly my dear, in my arms . . . in my arms. . . ."

     

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Vyctori: *wipes eyes* That was wonderful . . . but so sad!

Alex: Yes, I agree. Mia was in love with Isaac and not me. That is truly a tragedy.

Menardi: *whacks Alex over the head with an iron fan* Stow it, you.

Alex: x_x

Vyctori: ^_^

Menardi: Now don't forget to review--Super Sheba worked hard at this, and she deserves to know what you think of it. You flame her and I flame you.

Vyctori: Only in a different sense than the usual internet flame. . . .