Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Namco Bandai Games.
Author's Note: O.o I've still got so much homework to do. But I like writing more. So I came up with this whilst sitting out the results of my maths mock exam, and wrote it down in a corner of my exercise book. And I wrote it.
I'm doing the National Novel Writing Month 50,000 words challenge... so I might not update much in November. Then again, I will have a lot of free time, so I might carry on as usual.
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Help me.
Oh, Goddess, help me.
Why? Why the bloody hell did you have to go and do that? Did you honestly think, even for a moment, that I was worth saving? Why didn't you leave me to battle it out on my own - hell, I have much more better resistance than you do! I would have dodged and fought on. But you had to jump in...
Oh Klonoa... you fool...
Pango is saying something next to me but I don't listen. I can't listen, With you so hurt - how can I possibly pay attention to anything else, let alone respond to things? All I can look at is you, lying like some rag doll on the ground, tattered and torn. You're broken, eyes half open and dull, with no sparkle. Bleeding from three gashes on the chest. Not moving.
Fuck... I must be going soft. Because I shouldn't care about you.
This feeling - it disgusts me so, Klonoa, but I can't help but worry about you, even though I said many times before that I didn't care. Lies. They were all lies, lies I told to protect myself from feeling vulnerable and I realize that now. I never minded the sight of blood, but now I'm staring down at your blood all over my hands... fuck, I just feel sick. Your blood is strange. It's almost black. Or is that because it's congealing into this dark mess? And does that mean you're dying already?
"Guntz, we haven't got much time!" Pango's voice shakes me back to reality. "Klonoa'll die if we leave him like this! There is bound to be an antidote somewhere in the Base." He adjusts his pack. "Here, I'll carry him-"
"No," My own reply shocks myself. "I'll carry Klonoa." I don't wait for replies. Pango's right, we really don't have much time. You're not that heavy - and am I noticing that only now? How many times did you ride with me on my Red Clan? Dozens of times, I guess. You always grasped my waist to keep from falling off. A lot of bother you gave me when you fell asleep with your arms around my body. And I never noticed your touch, never noticed the way you hung onto me, because I was too wrapped up within myself.
"Let's go." I manage to say somewhat shakily, and then we run.
But I'm still nowhere near understanding you and your intentions.
You know nothing of Janga. You don't know he killed my father. And you certainly don't know that I became the Golden Death, Shinigami Guntz for the sole reason of avenging my father.
And you... you jumped in front of me and took the blow for me, even though he had nothing to do with you whatsoever.
Janga was my opponent. He was my enemy. I fought him myself. And after all that I had to spare him. Sure, my Hero Medal's turned silver, but I can't help wondering what that was for. Was I supposed to spare him and get you killed because of it? Or would have the medal turned silver even if I'd killed him as I wanted to? But what would have that made me? What would either of those options made me? Hell, if you die what does that say of me?
I don't understand you. I... I don't... I can't... understand you.
I'm sorry.
Goddess, I'm so sorry.
I've failed you, Klonoa.
After all you'd done for me... I'd never realized, I'd never noticed, and now look where you are. In my arms, hovering between life and death. You shouldn't have trusted me, you fool, because I could give nothing back to you. You knew that but you still stayed.
I'm going mad with worry, and at the same time I hate you too, because you were foolish enough to trust me. Klonoa, if you wanted to live then you should have stayed away from me. You should have stopped caring for me. I care for you, more than anyone, but I hate you too, for making me feel guilty.
What the hell am I thinking? I can't hate you... I won't hate you. You're dying and it's no time for hate. I'm sick of hating, I'm sick of endangering and killing people wherever I go. You changed me. And I'm going to save you.
I've never believed that will alone could make one fight well. But now I'm frantically shooting through countless Moos, kicking the bodies aside, fighting as I'm fighting for the very last time. Pango throws an alarm-clock into the air, which glows as it floats and resets, beginning to tick. He's used up two of the time-extenders already. There's only one left, and that's the one I'm holding, hoping that we'll never have to use it and get you to base alive as quickly as possible.
I press your wound, trying to stop the blood flow, but you only wince. I stop; I don't want to hurt you any more than you are already. But you're losing too much blood, too quickly, and if I don't do something you'll-
Damn. I can't say it.
I've killed so many people over the years, but I've never felt remorse about it. But now... you're too close to... fuck, I can't say it. I can't even let the word slip.
"Guntz, this way!" Pango runs to the right and I follow. "How's Klonoa doing?"
"...He's bleeding too much..." I sound weak. Hell, I am weak.
"Guntz, hold on! We're not going to let him d-"
"Don't say it!"
Pango sighs. "I apologize. We must hope for the best."
I'm desperate. Desperate enough to plead. Desperate enough to plead to a Goddess I never believed existed but still feared.
"No!" Pango gasps from near me. I don't need to look around to know what's going on. There are too many Moos, too many enemies blocking the way to the exit, and we can't fight them off even with our special techniques. We've used up too much energy to be able to do that. There's only one chance left and I'm holding it.
"It's the only way." I say softly, and then I close my eyes, throwing the last time-extender into the air.
The world slows around us almost instantly; the movements of those creatures are now slowed down, and we're the only ones moving in real time. We cut through the bunch of creatures, and I don't know how we're doing it. We're just fighting to get out, madmen caught in their frantic efforts to escape.
The time-extender falls behind us and shatters as we get out.
"Come now. It should be here... somewhere..." Pango gasps out and runs. I follow.
I swear... Klonoa, please live. You have to live! If you live, I swear that I'll never let harm come to you as long as you're alive. Never. I'll protect you for eternity. You can't die like this, so far from home, dead because of this foolish hunter and his foolish ways.
I'm going to protect you.
But even as I say that, your heartbeat slows until I can barely feel it.
Please, Goddess Claire, let him hold on. He's young. He's only a boy. Let him live, and take me instead if you absolutely must take someone from our group. Klonoa can't die like this. He's too fragile, too young, too innocent to just fade away like this. Us Lunateans may only be marionettes hanging onto the fragile strings of life, their strings cut when their time is up, but for Klonoa it is not time for the strings to be cut yet.
Klonoa, hold on... please live, live for the people back at home... live for Lolo... for me...
Oh please, dear Goddess, have mercy...
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Nothing too special, just a little oneshot about the Moon scene. Moar of that scene needs to be written. Rawr.
-This story was completed 02nd of November, in the year 2007.-