Summary : (AU) One-shot Amelda/Usagi
It wasn't enough that he got everything. It wasn't right that the company that took his life away wasn't force to answer for it. In the end it wasn't right that his enemy became a friendly rival. With nothing to gain, he leaves irony trailing his steps. A sigh on her lips is all that's left after the final battle with the witch that had destroyed her home. What there was to be, is now nothing, and nothing seems to incase her very being.
Under the Carnage
Strained breath escaped the paling roses called lips, light energy was slowly leaving the spent female body. She would of laughed if she could, to keep from crying in despair. The sapphires she was equipped with that were beheld as her eyes faded a little more. Long twin buns of hair wrapped around her body, snapping in the non-existent wind. She let out a whisper of a sigh, and an apology drying on her lips, finishing only within her mind.
'Well mother, we have our revenge, Beryl is gone.' She thought imperiously. 'Though the price of the revenge is kind of pointless, for Beryl has won too.' The tired female added, turning her head to the side to reveal what was once a shimmering gold crescent moon mark. 'I guess this is what they mean by when you have a journey of revenge make sure you dig two graves.' Thoughts were beginning to flee from her as she tried to connect them. 'Mother, you planned for a new life for me, and yet I will die the same age I did, as when I was upon the moon.' She paused then, what more could she offer to the dead queen she was sure to see within a few moments. 'Well, I only wish that we could of live the life we should of have had, all of us.' was one of the last thoughts. 'Especially to let my guardians and my prince to find happiness, for that I would give up everything, even my essence.' Following that was nothing, for she had nothing else left to give as her creamy lids slid shut over her eyes.
Her dying words were heard by two dead queens, one reacted in sorrow, the other in demented revenge. With the last of her passing energy the negaverse queen directed her spirit energy to the activating crystal in the dying girl's hands. The other queen of the long since gone moon queen also spared energy to the crystal. Both energies clashed before the mighty jewel, for awhile they struggled before the silver energy forced the darker energy away. However, the damage was done, though the wish was sure to be granted, so was the price she was willing to give up.
He sighed, leaning against some random pillar in the abandon company building that was once the headquarters of the organization he was once participated in. It seemed ironic that their whole goal was revenge, sure they each had smaller goals of personal revenge, but their leader was even worse. "Destroy the world?" He questioned aloud, his soft short red hair covering his face in darkness. "I doubt that's what my younger brother would of wanted." Muttering he clenched a fist, and hurled at the pillar he was leaning against. "Miiruko." He mourned sadly. "I'm sorry I didn't do your memory justice." He whispered to the empty room. Shifting revealed his greyish green eyes of pain to the shallow sunlight that still vacant the room.
"I tried to walk out of my past, little did I know I served it so willingly." His rage filled voice slipped into the hollow room. Shoving himself away from the pillar, he turned to the once imposing double doors. Without a direction he left the cold and empty building without a backward glance. Then again, he spent his whole life looking back, but he wasn't looking forward either.
Once again he slipped into memories best left alone, but he was not one to soothe his wounds yet. Not until he extracted what he was looking for within those vicious memories. "Miiruko." He whispers once more to the wind.
"Amelda!" The red head turned immediately to the younger brunette.
"Hurry Miiruko." The red headed Amelda urged his younger brother. The whistling of the bombs of war, had him biting his lip and tugging his younger brother on. Amazingly agile for a couple of tired out boys, they leapt over the increasing carnage of war. Their last shelter had been desecrated, because a small group of orphans, including themselves, had been ferreting some food for storage. The enemy had found the storage of food, thinking it was a rebel base, ever so casually set fire to it.
The five orphans that had been staying there agreed to split up in hope for a higher chance of survival. At least that would of been the idea, not more then a few steps away from the burning shelter, three of the five orphans got caught in the explosion. Leaving Miiruko and himself, Amelda, running for their young lives.
"Amelda!" Again his brother called him, but he had spotted an ally's tank.
"Come Miiruko." Amelda ordered, looking blearily at the one person tank, and pushed his younger brother in. "You'll be safe." No sooner did those words leave his mouth, when a small object of war struck the tank causing it to explode. The explosion caused Amelda to fly back, away from the tank that held his little brother. "Miiruko!" Was his passing cry as he fainted from the impact of his skull against a piece of a destroyed building.
Thirty minutes or so later, Amelda woke, and rushed to where the tank once was. All that he found of the tank and his little brother was a broken hatch, and his brother's favorite warrior action figure. "Miiruko." Broken, he kneeled before the figure and cradled it to his chest.
"I can give you revenge." A dark, but smooth voice told him. Amelda whirled around, looking for the source.
"Who's there?" He questioned.
"I can give you revenge against the company that caused this, caused your brother's death." Again the voice sounded.
"The cause of my brother's death?" Amelda parroted.
"Kaiba corporation, Gozabura Kaiba, he who caused your brother's death." The voice offered, and his child like mind grasped this concept with a dying man's desperation.
"What do I have to do?" Amelda asked of the shimmering light of a man.
"Follow me." Instructed with a cold logic, Amelda agreed, and so it spiraled.
"Yet, I learned nothing, except what I had thought was Gozabura Kaiba, was really my leader Dartz in disguise." He spoke to the air. "I would have given anything to do your memory justice my dear brother." Amelda added, and then continued walking.
Usagi swum through her numerous memories, neither alive or dead, neither awake nor sleeping, just nothing. Watching her life flash before her, all the times she laughed, to cover the tears that hid behind her smiles. How could anyone not see how her and her senshi's suffered behind their smiles, saving the world that didn't appreciate you was taxing. Yet, her life was a mere sigh, for it passed for a revenge that belong to a long dead soul, she couldn't ignore it, because to ignore it would doom the world to destruction and that she couldn't stand either.
Then it all stopped, all the images, all the thoughts, tears, everything, and all that was left was nothing. Before a light flashed, and she felt her soul propelled to a distance, perhaps to a restart of life. She was aware enough to feel her body crashed against the unforgiving ground before blacking out. After all it is awfully straining dying and coming back to life.
Amelda glanced up as he heard a familiar whistling of a heavy object speeding against the wind. For a moment old fears, and memories played in his mind's eye, but that didn't deter his path from the whistle. His eyes glanced up, alleviating the fear of the past, however, he was stricken with a new fear. A human body was careening from the sky, not one to question strange occurrences he rushed toward it. After all his whole life was surround by strange occurrences.
Easily he loped toward the body, finding it to be a female with a large amount of blond hair. He arrived just in time, to see the body strike the ground unusually soft. Normally, the fall would have a devastating impact, but the exchange only left her slightly dirty on the side that struck the ground. None the less, she was out, and he sighed before picking her up. Following his footsteps back to the city which he had just walked from, he searched for a hospital. The least he could do is deliver the girl into confident hands of healing, and then he could go on his merry way.
Usagi found herself back in the inky blackness of her mind. She found it ironic, since she was suppose to be full of light, though she didn't question it. Absently she felt her mother's spirit touch hers, and she turned in the general direction of the feeling. Briefly she was fed a quick explanation as to why she had come back, and something about someone needing her. Usagi cried silently as she heard her mother tell her, she could not return until she helped the soul. Other then the information of being needed, her mother knew nothing else. Usagi was granted life as long as she fulfilled this quest. Her mother did impart that both her senshi and her prince were alive once more, but offered nothing else. She felt her presence being pushed into conscious, and with a sad smile she accepted her new path.
Amelda glanced down when he felt something wet hit his forearm. His eyes fell on the silent tears that were escaping from the blonde girl. He was carrying her with her impact side facing the sky, her head had been braced against his wrist. It was an awkward and some what romantic hold, but he really wasn't focusing on that. No sooner did the tears start, did they stop, and instead a sad smile spread against her lips. Shaking his head, he glanced up to see how close he was to reaching the hospital. Lest that was the idea, for the girl resting in his arms began to twitch alerting him to the fact that she was waking.
He glanced down and saw the eyes crack open a bit, showing a sliver of sapphire blue. "What an interesting color." He murmured. The full affect of her blue eyes opening had him pausing for a second. Breathless by the affect, he shook his head, and was aware enough to hear her question.
"Who are you?" She asked, her voice light, and a bit raspy. Logical question, though not necessarily the question he would have chosen first. "Why are you sad?" She added, her voice coming through stronger. This question was of course out of left field. Amelda gave her a strained smile, before checking her condition.
"Do you think I could let you down?" He instead returned. She nodded strongly, and he placed her steadily on her feet.
"So?" She prompted as she brushed her knees off.
"So?" He parroted.
"My prior questions." She reminded.
"Oh." He remarked, before sighing. "Well, my name is Amelda." He answered.
"And?" Again she prompted.
"And what?" He asked.
"And why are you sad?" Usagi inquired. She knew not where she would find the soul she was suppose to guide, but she'd help anyone who was feeling sad. It was just the way she was, and she showed her colors through and through.
"I lost a lot of things important to me, including someone I loved very dearly." Amelda answered.
"Me too." She responded honestly.
"Then how can you smile so freely.." He questioned.
"I smile, so I don't cry, besides, they wouldn't want that of me." She told him. He seemed to mull over her comment with a thoughtful countenance.
"Thank you..um?" He began his comment.
"Usagi, the name is Usagi." She introduced herself. "Also, I should be thanking you Amelda." Usagi added.
"Why?" Amelda asked.
"Because not to many would help a stranger." Usagi pointed out.
"Ah...well.." Amelda stumbled with a proper response to that.
"So thank you." Usagi stated and then reached up and hugged the taller male before pecking him lightly on the cheek.
"You're welcome." He responded, and hugged her back. Gently they unwound themselves from each other. Turning to her casually, he gave her a small smile. "So, do you have anywhere to stay?" He asked.
"Why?" Usagi asked curiously.
"So, I can walk you there." Amelda pointed out.
"Nope." She chirped.
"Well, I suppose you could stay with me then." He offered.
"All right." She agreed.
"How do you feel about Florence, Italy?" Amelda inquired.
"Never been." Usagi remarked. "Though I hear it's wonderful." She added in thought.
"Want to go?" He asked.
"Sure." She chirped once more. The pair set off then, and once again Amelda turned to her.
"Hey, do you have a passport?" He inquired. Usagi held up a minute finger and check her pockets, ironically pulling out said item. "Guess you do." He murmured, and then they continued on.
Usagi tilted her head to the sky then, she figured by all these hints, that Amelda was the soul she was meant to guide. Sure, she should rush this and return back to her family, but she remember those who are pained cannot be rushed. "After that, I'll show him my world." Usagi murmured softly.
"Did you say something?" Amelda question.
"Just saying good-bye." Usagi remarked, and then hurried to catch up to him. Above them, an ancient soul smiled, eyes that were eerily similar to Usagi's twinkled.
'There my daughter, is your chance for a normal life.' The ancient soul whispered to the wind, before turning to check back on her home.
Well, no true romance, but, I guess you could see them in the future as good friends. Still keeping Mamoru's avenue open, as well as Amelda. It's ironic, that the three from the DOOM organization and the people they dueled against were like their identical light twin or something soul and motive wise. Anyway enjoy, please review, and stay safe.
MUCH care,WCB.