Petra: Hey, guys, sorry that it took me so long to get this out but, like I said in my profile, I've been so busy you wouldn't believe it.
Kati: You've been busy! Do you know what its like to live in some one's head who doesn't appreciate me! If you only knew of all the-
Petra: *covers muse's mouth with hand* Um... just ignore her. Well, have a good read.
DEDICATED: For them; because someone loved them.
WARNING: Angst. Angst. Angst. -Repeat until you understand
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon, I merely write fanfiction and worship Takeuchi-sama! *smile*
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Burying a Son
"Some are born for greatness,
Some are born to fall,
Some are bound to be forgotten,
Like they never lived at all." -Unknown Song
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NOTE: This actually takes place before Forgive Me of My Sins but it should be read AFTER (has I have it posted) because that's how I wrote it...
The older woman didn't notice her at first, strange since her blonde hair was styled so uniquely, but after a while the girl drew her attention. She wasn't standing with the rest of the mourners but, instead, was standing beneath the shade of a large tree almost five feet from the rest of the proceedings. She was crying silent, slow tears and the old woman couldn't help but wonder who she was.
The girl obviously knew no one in attendance because she didn't look at a anyone other than the priest. No one looked her way either, and the old woman was confused. Was she a friend of her son's? Her family had been so close, though, that the old woman was sure they had known all his friends. Unless the girl had known her son after he had disappeared… The old woman peered at the girl more closely and, as though she were able to feel the old woman's eyes on her, the girl turned.
The old woman felt shock course through her being. The child couldn't be more than fifteen, sixteen at the most. The old woman had, from far away, guessed that the girl was perhaps eighteen, maybe nineteen. As the girl lifted her eyes to the meet the old woman's light blue ones, she was struck by how blue the blonde's eyes were and how much pain they held. The girl gave a respectful nod and then turned back to the priest, new tears flowing down her cheeks.
The funeral dragged on and the gray-haired woman felt as though her soul were dying. She had two other children, true, but it was never an easy thing to bury one's own child. She stayed for a long time, by that coffin, and waited until it had been lowered and covered before she even thought of leaving. That was when she noticed that the girl was still there. She was standing in the rain, in her simple black dress, with no umbrella, just what little shelter the tree could offer her. The woman watched as the girl walked to the grave and knelt, putting a single white rose on the dirt. The woman smiled, tears still streaming down her cheek, and then turned and left.
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Tsukino Usagi gently placed the rose on the new grave, after first kissing the soft, scented petals. "Hey," she said and then stopped, not sure what else to say. "I'm not really sure why I'm here. In fact, you're the first funeral I've gone to. I didn't know there were others… I didn't know you had a family." She felt the anger welling up within her and she pushed it down; now was not the time to get angry, it wouldn't do anyone any good. "I tried to stop them, even if it was for the wrong reason, I tried to stop them. They wouldn't stop…"
She paused and shifted so that she was kneeling on the grass beside the fresh grave. "I thought about telling them because I think that you deserve to have us here but… I didn't want to hurt them." Her fingers trailed in the dirt, growing brown from the mud. "I don't know why I'm here." Her teeth clenched and, before she could realize she was doing so, she lifted her fist and slammed it into the earth. "Dammit! Why?" Her voice sounded broken amongst the wind and rain. "Why? Why didn't we know? If we had known, we would have healed you instead. I would never have… never have…" Her other first shot down to join its twin. "You wouldn't have had to die!" She sobbed again, bringing her hand up to clumsily wipe away the tears, leaving streaks of dirt across her face. "You didn't need to die," she whispered brokenly. She sat there for a long time before slowly standing. "Good-bye, Kunzite-san. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" Then she was gone, the rain swallowing her and sheltering her from a truth that couldn't be forgotten.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Kati: R&R!
Petra: *rolls eyes* Um... did you like it? Yeah, I know it was really sad but don't worry. This is the 2nd part in a series I'm naming 'Reconciled'. I have one more... so... Thanks to:
SWEET SOUND: Girly, you're the only one who reviewed and for that you have my undying love. *laugh* I used to be Catholic so, yeah, I know that's how it would go. I never really believed in that type of thing but I could definately see it as something Usagi would do.
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*
Kati: You've been busy! Do you know what its like to live in some one's head who doesn't appreciate me! If you only knew of all the-
Petra: *covers muse's mouth with hand* Um... just ignore her. Well, have a good read.
DEDICATED: For them; because someone loved them.
WARNING: Angst. Angst. Angst. -Repeat until you understand
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon, I merely write fanfiction and worship Takeuchi-sama! *smile*
-._.-._.-._.-._.-
Burying a Son
"Some are born for greatness,
Some are born to fall,
Some are bound to be forgotten,
Like they never lived at all." -Unknown Song
-._.-._.-._.-._.-
NOTE: This actually takes place before Forgive Me of My Sins but it should be read AFTER (has I have it posted) because that's how I wrote it...
The older woman didn't notice her at first, strange since her blonde hair was styled so uniquely, but after a while the girl drew her attention. She wasn't standing with the rest of the mourners but, instead, was standing beneath the shade of a large tree almost five feet from the rest of the proceedings. She was crying silent, slow tears and the old woman couldn't help but wonder who she was.
The girl obviously knew no one in attendance because she didn't look at a anyone other than the priest. No one looked her way either, and the old woman was confused. Was she a friend of her son's? Her family had been so close, though, that the old woman was sure they had known all his friends. Unless the girl had known her son after he had disappeared… The old woman peered at the girl more closely and, as though she were able to feel the old woman's eyes on her, the girl turned.
The old woman felt shock course through her being. The child couldn't be more than fifteen, sixteen at the most. The old woman had, from far away, guessed that the girl was perhaps eighteen, maybe nineteen. As the girl lifted her eyes to the meet the old woman's light blue ones, she was struck by how blue the blonde's eyes were and how much pain they held. The girl gave a respectful nod and then turned back to the priest, new tears flowing down her cheeks.
The funeral dragged on and the gray-haired woman felt as though her soul were dying. She had two other children, true, but it was never an easy thing to bury one's own child. She stayed for a long time, by that coffin, and waited until it had been lowered and covered before she even thought of leaving. That was when she noticed that the girl was still there. She was standing in the rain, in her simple black dress, with no umbrella, just what little shelter the tree could offer her. The woman watched as the girl walked to the grave and knelt, putting a single white rose on the dirt. The woman smiled, tears still streaming down her cheek, and then turned and left.
-._.-._.-._.-._.-
Tsukino Usagi gently placed the rose on the new grave, after first kissing the soft, scented petals. "Hey," she said and then stopped, not sure what else to say. "I'm not really sure why I'm here. In fact, you're the first funeral I've gone to. I didn't know there were others… I didn't know you had a family." She felt the anger welling up within her and she pushed it down; now was not the time to get angry, it wouldn't do anyone any good. "I tried to stop them, even if it was for the wrong reason, I tried to stop them. They wouldn't stop…"
She paused and shifted so that she was kneeling on the grass beside the fresh grave. "I thought about telling them because I think that you deserve to have us here but… I didn't want to hurt them." Her fingers trailed in the dirt, growing brown from the mud. "I don't know why I'm here." Her teeth clenched and, before she could realize she was doing so, she lifted her fist and slammed it into the earth. "Dammit! Why?" Her voice sounded broken amongst the wind and rain. "Why? Why didn't we know? If we had known, we would have healed you instead. I would never have… never have…" Her other first shot down to join its twin. "You wouldn't have had to die!" She sobbed again, bringing her hand up to clumsily wipe away the tears, leaving streaks of dirt across her face. "You didn't need to die," she whispered brokenly. She sat there for a long time before slowly standing. "Good-bye, Kunzite-san. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" Then she was gone, the rain swallowing her and sheltering her from a truth that couldn't be forgotten.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: For those of you that wish it, DUE TO MY SPORADIC postings, I am offering you, the readers, A MAILING LIST to sign up to. When I finally UPDATE, I will SEND OUT AN EMAIL informing those of you that are on the list that I have finally updated. I need you to EMAIL me, telling that you wish to sign up, and whether it's for ORIGINAL FICTION or FANFICTION. I WILL NOT accept those people that ask to be up on it in a review because I can't be sure that email is real. The mailing list will ALSO OFFER the TITLES of those works that I am posting, the COUPLES (if any) that are in it, which FANDOM it is from, and whether it is a SEQUEL to anything.
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Kati: R&R!
Petra: *rolls eyes* Um... did you like it? Yeah, I know it was really sad but don't worry. This is the 2nd part in a series I'm naming 'Reconciled'. I have one more... so... Thanks to:
SWEET SOUND: Girly, you're the only one who reviewed and for that you have my undying love. *laugh* I used to be Catholic so, yeah, I know that's how it would go. I never really believed in that type of thing but I could definately see it as something Usagi would do.
"I dream of a day when I can open my eyes, and my dreams won't disappear."
-Rose Marie Ledam
~Petra Megami Assari~
*The Gentle Tiger Goddess*