Meene can't see. Her eyelids, her whole body, every limb, every extremity, they feel like lead. She can't move, and it's better that way.
Because maybe if she moves, the pain will return, the icy heat that impaled her, blinded her, melted her bones and replaced them with metal. Talking to Lyserg had dimmed the pain a little, but the stakes of cold that have ripped her from her body were agony, and impossible to forget.
Being dead is very strange, she reflects in a detached sort of way. Robbed of sight, she nevertheless feels Kevin and Venstar at her sides – they smell like fire and molten steel, having perished in Hao's flame.
Nearer to her is the fear. She knows what will happen, should Jeanne-sama and Marco (or, spirits forbid, Asakura Yoh) fail in their fight against Hao. They will be devoured utterly by the Spirit of Fire, cast into agony beyond hell. Beyond even the simplicity of death.
She knows how close that fate is for her.
But…
But she was not wrong to put her faith in gentle Lyserg. She hears him cry out, a scream anguished enough to pierce the heavens, to tear the sky from it's moorings in grief.
The change is sudden, the ominous feel of Asakura Hao's mochirei cut clean away in a flurry of crystal thought, and Meene is surrounded by the familiar aura of Gabriel, the soothing cool touch of the other Angels, and a spirit so foreign she hesitates to name it.
Meene has never known something so pure and rare, so beautiful, so holy. She gives herself to Lyserg's power, knowing that at the last, at the very last, here is where goodness is found.
In the blending of Morphin and the tenshi-tachi is the wild, unstoppable force and mothering gentility of nature, and the implacable sleek beauty of metal, the awesome gleam of the heavens. And in it, too, she and the other fallen Angels find their souls, their purpose, saved.
A door opens, clear and bright amongst the clouds. Morphin-Gabriel nudges her towards it, her heart swelling as she glimpses the figures that stand inside, welcoming her with open arms.
And in the end…
Meene is…
Finally…
Home.
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A/N: Hi, everyone, I'm back! It's nice to get rid of writer's block and be able to update again. That story (which signifies my return to 5-minute drabbles) was from X-Law Meene's (the only girl -_-;) POV…I guess it's a little confusing, unless you've seen episode 58, which is when this happens.
It's one of my favorite episodes. Don't ask me why.
I love oranges, I love oranges, I love oranges, I love oranges…
I'll stop now.
Unintentional Nightmare - THAT was the word I was looking for. Soft. Grr…but thanks. EneriRenie (I think. Who wrote the no-name review? O_o; I'm guessing, here) - *grabs by the collar and shakes* Where's Comic Alley? WHEEEEERE? And I'm glad 'Touch' wasn't taken as R…I was really, really nervous posting it -_-; Thanks for the fave…and yes, you guessed right, it was Horo/Ren and the 'he' was Hao. I'm too predictable! Now you get to request a one-shot :P Maybe I'll finish it in time for Valentine's! dalphin crage – Sankyuuuuuu~! *glomp* Mahojin – Well, like I said, I was really, really really really nervous posting it, because I'm a big fat wimp too.
Maroku: You got that right!
Shut up, muse! Erm…that ish all for now. EneriRenie (was it you…?) please make your one-shot request, ne? And I also have…thirteen other one-shots in the works, so yes, a lotta writing in future.
See you in the next chapter!