Chapter Nine - Hand in hand
AN: Sorry this chapter is so short, I really wanted to make Part A 'Screaming hurt' 10 chapters in length, hence this one being so short. I'm trying to make this have three parts 'Screaming hurt' 'Recovery' and 'Return to normality' looking at the different stages of what Vivi is going through.
ashitaka666 - We're scary all the time! Mwah ha ha! I had heard women are pretty evil when giving birth, hence her nearly taking his head off.
Saffire Raynius - (furious blushing) thank you very much, only one person's said I rocked their socks before so, thank you for the compliments, hope I don't go on to disappoint. This Bizatch is now updating! Lol.
LottiRebel - I did indeed read the some of the Pern book, infact I co-own a RP; I should hope there's more to me then meets the eye, or else I'd be a very boring person.
Rifa - I'm not sure why I used Amarant, it always struck me that Vivi and Amarant would have a lot in common if they actually talked (Without Amarant resorting to 'brat') Best you've read from me? Even I'll admit that's not difficult, and almost making you cry too? The next story (This one's part one of a longer arc) is really emotional at points. I'm glad you're back from the dead too!
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The Genome ran back to the room his wife was in via the quickest routes, his pace was quicker on the way back. He paused for a few moments outside the door, catching his breath; unbidden, his mind called the images of Vivi's arms and he shuddered slightly. It was hard to associate the boy he had saved the world with, with the scars and the pain; he was not sure why he was thinking of these things now but somehow he knew his mind needed to sort them out before his child was born.
When his breathing was normal again, he pushed open the door to be greeted by the exhausted eyes of his wife. He moved to her side and kissed her forehead lovingly. "Took your time Zidane," She teased him hoarsely. Her eyes fell on the empty space behind him, "Where's Vivi?"
"He's coming, he said he would." Zidane attempted, "He was down in the Garden, that's why it took me so long to get to him and back again." He held onto her hand, kissing it once.
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Ellisa moved to the door when someone knocked on it, she greeted the mage with a wide smile. Due to his age, Tot had decided to train an apprentice healer in his place; the quick witted and gentle natured woman had been the natural choice. "Your highness, Master Orunitia is here," Ellisa announced as she turned back into the room, motioning with one arm that he should enter.
The Queen looked towards him; she was sweating but found the strength to grace him with a smile, albeit a weary one. "Come hold my hand, Vivi." She partially ordered, feeling that he would ignore her if she asked him politely. "I'll try not to squeeze it too hard, that's what Zidane's is for."
As if seeking approval, yellow eyes went to Zidane, who sat on Garnet's other side with his hands in hers and for a brief second he was the innocent and shy Vivi of the past. With a beaming smile, Zidane nodded his head. Tentatively, Vivi did as he was told, slipping his left hand into Garnet's. His heart was beating hard against his rib cage; apprehension spiralled with guilt and keen sense of inappropriateness in his mind. 'I don't deserve to be here,' He thought, 'I don't deserve to see this.'
The grip on his hand tightened and Vivi squeezed Garnet's back firmly; it was the same thing he had done when the pain of drifting apart had claimed his sons. The feelings of inadequacy he had experienced then came back, a sharp stab to his fragile soul; he had been unable to do anything for them, just to sit there and hold onto their hands. He forced the images and the feelings from his mind forcefully, it did not seem right to be thinking such things around the Queen now.
"What are you waiting for?" The question Zidane had asked him returned to the mage as he sat there; he had not been sure, in his mind, he had just been waiting for a chance to end it. But, the chances, he realised had always been there; he had not been silenced, the windows had been opened fully on many occasions, and there had been the occasion when the White Mage had left the scissors around him. 'Was I waiting for this?' SSS
A lingering touch, a memory of pain, what gender will the heir of Alexandria be? Find out next time in 'Shattered Soul'
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