Disclaimer: I own nothing but Anita. Anything other than her that you recognize is not mine.
Because you really should recognize Anita by now.
Venger
He was…DungeonMaster's son. The thought saddened Anita more than it repulsed her. His own son, trying to kill him…
And she had read the scripts for Requiem now, too. The apartment was dark, empty. She was alone.
So she shifted and bent space, and Venger appeared. He went to attack, but Anita sunk into a lunge, arm out straight in front of her, palm straight, fingers curled. Every muscle was stiff as she pushed the energy towards Venger. DungeonMaster stood behind her, and light shot out. Venger fell, wings gone, tears of joy and relief glistening.
Anita collapsed. DungeonMaster didn't know which to go to. His wife, robbed of almost all of her power, weak and pale, who had just saved his son? Or his son himself, now redeemed? Anita stood with effort, nodding at him, and DungeonMaster rushed to his son's side.
"Well…this'll take some getting used to. I mean, not trying to kill each other. It's nice, though. Peaceful," she said. She walked slowly, dragging her feet, into the kitchen. Water. A source of her power. She needed water.
DungeonMaster ran to her quickly once she was sitting on the floor, glass in hand. Part of him was embarrassed, acting as juvenile as he was, but his son had just been freed. Anita smiled as he embraced her gently, carefully, and one of her arms wrapped around his back, the other holding the glass out of the way.
He let go, and she stood, striding to Venger.
"So, you're my son-in-law. Pleasure to meet you," she said, hand out. She stared into his eyes, and he hesitated before extending his hand and shaking hers, cautiously. Neither broke the gaze.
"So," DungeonMaster sighed inwardly, "everything is not yet healed. But they've made a start. Good."
Meanwhile, Anita felt tears shed inside her chest, feeling like a chasm.
Alphonse had asked her for children. She had said she would agree once she got home, and she realized now that she had family there. She wanted to be able to look into her lovers' eyes and see them, touch a face or pat a shoulder and have change occur to herself as well.
But she had to die, to do that.
Not yet, though. She wasn't done yet.
A/N: These are getting shorter and shorter. Damn it! Ah, well, I'd better watch my language. But I swear, this is going to be the last background chapter.
Two more and I can get back to A World Unknown.
Yay!