This chapter is a series of flashbacks, telling how he ended up in the Mortal Worlds.
Disclaimer: Do we need this for EACH AND EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER? Anyway, I don't own any of the Tenchi Muyo characters. Any characters aside from the ones in Tenchi Muyo are mine.
Vigil walked into the pavilion, looking around for someone. Suddenly someone clasped their hands over his eyes, blocking his vision.
"Guess who?" Removing the hands, he smiled and turned around. Facing a girl with long blue hair. She had two circular dots on her forehead and was wearing robe-like clothing.
"Hello Tsunami."
"What took you so long?"
"Ah, you know. The usual… So why did you call me here today?" She pouted her lips out.
"Aw… You don't remember? It's your birthday."
"Birthday?! I don't have one!"
"Well, you do now! It was something I picked from the Mortal Worlds. I thought it might be interesting and since you never do anything fun, I decided to make today your birthday."
"Oh? And what do they do during birthdays?"
"Give presents. Here, I made this for you."
She held out a locket. Vigil slowly took it from her hands and opened it. Inside was a picture of them under a tree, smiling.
"Thank you… I will forever treasure it. And here's a gift from me to you." Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against hers. A seal of white light appeared and shined like a million stars.
"The White Guardian Seal?! Y-you're really doing that for me? I-I mean, it's your life blood isn't it?"
"Yes… The Ultimate seal, you will be able to access the same energy and power that feeds the Mortal Worlds. It's the only way I can rest easy, knowing that you're safe while I'm gone."
"Thank you… I love you Vigil…"
" I love you too Tsunami…"
A couple months later...
Vigil ran toward the burning sanctuary. Renegade Elemental Lords and Originals (Or-ri-gin-nal) have raided the place because of their feud with the Gods and Goddesses.. The Gods and Goddesses were suitable for managing universes but fighting? That was best left to him and the S.G.F.
Arriving at the scene he called out her name. Every second that went by, another shell would strike the building, sending him stumbling to the ground.
"Tsunami! TSUNAMI! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Gods and Goddesses were in panic. Vigil started directing them toward the main gates where transports would be waiting to relocate them. He checked each and every one of them, looking for the familiar face he longed for. Soon, the last one boarded the ship. He checked the list again and couldn't find Tsunami.
"No... That can't be right! Lieutenant! Get them out of here! Get them to safety!"
"Bu-"
"THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"Yes sir!"
The roar of the engines blocked off his thoughts as he frantically looked for Tsunami. Vigil made sure that the transport ship was out of sight before rushing back in. He checked her room, the kitchen, the main hall, everywhere... No sign of her at all, just rubble and dust. At last he came to the pavilions. He called out her name a couple times but there was no answer.
"TSU-" He stopped abruptly when he saw something on the ground. He went over and saw it was a blood-stained cloak. The same cloak worn by Tsunami...
"No... It can't be! NO! "Mad with rage he casted it aside and wept.
"NO! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Filled with rage, he began to tap into his energy. The same energy used to create and sustain the infinite Universes and Multiverses. Normally he wouldn't result to this, always finding some other way to prevent harm to others. But there's no one to protect now is there?
Outside the sanctuary
"Sir! The entire place has been shelled. Shall we order out the troops?" Said a scurrying scout. The Commander gazed at the ruins and wondered.
Hmm. Why aren't there any signs of activities? Was that transport ship carrying the last of th-
His lieutenant's yelling snapped him out of his trance. "SIR! What are your orders, sir?! The Guardian is ignoring the rules and accessing his full power!"
"What? That can't be right... He can't do that. It's one of their Laws. They're not allowed to cause death any innocent, mortal or immortal. Even when they are trying to kill the enemy!"
"Yea but what if there was no one left to protect?" It suddenly hit him. Why no one remained to help the Guardian. Because they would only get in his way.
"Sound the retreat! Get the hell out of here!!!"
His forces began to retreat back to the M.A.T.s. (Massive armored transports) But it was too late. Something came at him, at it came fast.
"Wha-?" Before he knew it, a hand was clamped over his helmet. It slowly pressed inward, crushing the helmet, along with his face. He couldn't yell for back-up or scream for help. The only noise he made was a gurgling sound as blood seeped into his throat.
Throwing away the dead body, Vigil looked at the retreating army. With one flick of his hand the entire space before him was uncreated. Five thousand lives gone in a single second.
"A quick merciful death, for ones like you..."
The Creator's Palace
The Creator was sitting on her usual throne staring off into space, but there was something off today. Something that she dreaded and hated with all her life. She was very, very bored...
Huh?
She sensed someone entering her palace. Someone with power, and lots of it. Which only meant... Guardian Vigil! You finally dumped that stupid Goddess and came for me!
Her heart leapt with joy as she started to straighten out her hair. A grin slowly crept up her face but disappeared quickly when she felt the life of her Royal Guards go out.
Hmmm. A Guardian with the power to disobey the First Laws? Either he has a very strong will, or he has no will at all... But wait... What if it was his will? If it was then it must mean- Yes! It is! He really has come back for me!
The massive doors parted to give way for the Guardian. His gloves were stained with blood and he reeked of decaying flesh. He planted his sword into the ground and fell to his right knee.
"Hi Universe!!!! I was wondering when you would return because there are an unusually high amount of suitors this year... And I need you to clear them out so you can claim me!" Said The Creator with a particularly high voice on the Uni.
"Don't call me that..." Said Vigil, completely ignoring the second part of her statement.
"Soo... You finally saw sense in the uselessness of having a relationship with someone you will outlive."
"That is not the reason why I have come back. I am here, asking for your permission, to be transferred to the G.S.F." At this point, her heart fell at a billion miles per hour and shattered into a million pieces.
"Ah- Well... You have my permission... But why? Why don't you stay here? With me? C'mon it'll be fun. You never do anything fun!" She walked up to him and slid her hands around him, feeling the warmth that his body gave off.
He shrugged her off and stood up. He slid his sword into the scabbard and walked off. Because of your tendency to have fun, this war started. And because of this war, someone very dear to me was lost...
The Creator just gaped at the person walking away from her. No one treated her that way... No one!!!
"Geez... What's his problem?"
"You know Creatoooor... You still have meee!" Said Time as he slowly massaged her shoulders.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!" She screamed and threw him across the room.
"Aww... You like him but not me... Why? What does he have that I don't?"
"First of all, you stink. Second, you're technically my brother..."
"So? He's your brother too."
"Yea but-" *Sigh with longing* "He's special... Now get out of my sight you filth!"
"Yes milady..."
High Command
Vigil walked into the room of Elders. All the top Generals and high-ranking officers of the S.G.F. were there. They sat around a long oval-shaped table. The newly introduced "refreshments" (Another type of activity found in the Mortal Worlds) were being cleared away.
"My, my, that was refreshing. Now I know why they call it "Refreshments" Now, why did you call us here Vigil?"
"My fellow comrades, I called this meeting because I have something important to discuss with you. I am being transferred to the G.S.F." This sparked murmurs and chatter along the others.
"Wow... From serving as Supreme Commander of the S.G.F. to Supreme Commander of the G.S.F.? *Whistle* Damn! That's a pretty big drop! What you do? Strangle the Creator?" Said Bueller.
"No, it was completely voluntary... Although I wished I did." Several people laughed at this so he waited until they regained their attention.
"I already received permission from the Creator herself. I am now asking your permission. If any one of you objects, I will stay."
"Vigil... You alone would outrank all of us combined. But if it would ease your mind, you have our permission."
The Frontlines with the Originals and Rebels
"AHHHHH! DA- DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO OBLIVION!" The lesser god screamed in pain as Vigil bent his wrist back all the way and crushed his bones. Slowly he broke and bent his arm, each segment was around three inches long. When he reached the shoulder, he pulled the thing right off. The god fell to the ground clutching at the spot where his arm used to be. His wife and children were huddling in a corner of the room. He slowly stood up and grabbed his sword.
"Yo-you! You stay away from my family!" He charged at Vigil with rage.
Vigil stepped to the side and, using his left wrist-blade, struck him in the chest. The blade went through him and pinned him against the wall. Maximizing the pain, he twisted the blade slowly and cut his way toward the center of his chest. His wife and children watched in horror as Vigil sliced through his body until he reached his heartstone.
The heartstone is essentially an anchor; it binds all mortals and immortals to the True Universe. All those who posses it would be left untouched but all those who didn't... Would be sucked into Death or Oblivion. The heartstone is not something that can be removed normally. Most people would die long before their heartstone is removed. A long time ago, there was a war even more disastrous than this one. Existance, tired of the war and bloodshed, created the heartstone. (After scolding the Creator and taking away her powers. Now-a-days, in order to create another Universe or Multiverse, she must draw upon the power from all 12 Guardians. Much to Vigil's annoyance.)
Grabbing the heartstone through all dimensions at the same time, he wrenched it out. The body turned into dust and was blown away. The wife screamed and huddled closer to her child. Vigil turned, focusing his attention on the mother and child. The big sister that was hiding in the other room saw this and ran out, placing herself between Vigil and her family.
"I won't let you hurt them!" She said defiantly.
Vigil was struck to the very core. It reminded him of someone. She would always stand up for someone in trouble, no matter who it was. Even if had to place her life on the line, she would do it. A tear slowly rolled down Vigil's face. You remind me so much of her. Raising his hand, he opened his palm. He absorbed their emotions of pain, sadness, and sorrow. Instead he replaced them with happiness and bliss.
"Dad? Father? Is that you?" She gasped, tears forming in her eye.
A second later, he uncreated the space in front of him. The only thing left was a patch of void in front of him.
A blissful death... The type of death I hoped Tsunami experienced.
Inside Vigil's room on the G.S.F. Frigate: Dauntless
"You have to stop this... You're killing the innocent! You don't know what they've done and yet you're killing them!"
"You don't understand... There were rumors-"
"Rumor my ass! Your job as the Guardian is to protect the people!"
"My job is to use my power and feed it to the Mortal Worlds. Without it, the void will consume all. I'd say that is pretty much protecting."
"You use to be kind and caring. Loved by the citizens!"
"What citizens? All I see are renegades and rebels. They did something to make the Creator unhappy."
"You're supposed to protect them! Not kill them!"
"My duty is to serve and protect the Creator. And why can't my other half, you, accept it? You've always been the weaker half. The time you spent in the Mortal Worlds has made you soft. But then, all girls are weak and soft aren't they?"
"You use to be-... Forget it. I'm leaving."
"Yea? Where would you go? I'm the mind and will of the Universe. You... You're just the body, Vigilance..." He watched her walk out of the room. She stopped only long enough to think to herself, "What happened to you Vigilant?"
Gate of Oblivion
Vigil watched the carnage of the Resistance and his own soldiers. Normally he wouldn't have had this many casualties but somehow, the Resistance convinced the S.G.F. to help them. Traitors...
Swinging his sword left and right, he cut down numerous Originals. Originals weren't trained, the S.G.F. were. Seeing a major ahead, he charged. The major barely had time to raise up his shield and deflect the blow. Using both hands, Vigil pummeled the shield, determined to knock it away. Gathering his energy he hurled his sword at him along with a blast of pure energy. The shield blocked the sword and it planted itself into the ground a few meters away but the blast caught him off guard and it flew out of his hands. Grabbing his knife, Vigil pounced on the helpless soldier and using his body weight, pressed down with the knife facing downward.
"Agh! Vi- Vigil it's me- damnit! It's me, Bueller!" Said Bueller as he struggled to stop the ever-nearing knife. He gasped with effort when the knife began to penetrate his armor.
"Vigil! Snap out of it! A- Ahhkk" The knife was sinking into his chest yet he still struggled. His strength was beginning to fail him and his vision was getting dark. He cried out, begging him to stop.
"Shh... Shhhh...." Said Vigil soothingly. "Your nightmare will be over soon." Finally, suffering from too much internal damage, he died. Standing up he looked at the dead body. What he saw wasn't a friend or a past comrade, all he saw was kill number 152.
Turning around, he walked over to reclaim his sword. Just as his hand grasped the hilt, a blast knocked him backward. He looked up and saw his other half, Vigilance, holding his sword.
"You dare attack me? TRAITOR!" But she sadly shook her head.
"No... You turned traitor when you turned your back on the Mortals (Anything less than a Guardian). You killed the innocent. Your natural sense tells you who speaks fact or fiction, yet you still kill them anyway... I'm sorry but this is for the greater good."
"Fool! If I'm defeated then you yourself will be defeated too! Then one of my soldiers could come over and recover my memory. My forces are still stronger than your fort! They will storm it and burn it to the ground!" But she also shook her head at this.
"We had help. My Descendants are here... A long time ago I told them when they are allowed to be loyal to me and when they are not. They are waiting to ambush your forces as soon as the last one G.S.F. enters the trap range. The entire G.S.F. will be wiped out and peace will be one step closer. I'm sorry..." She raised the blade and brought it down with all her might.
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What? Where am I? I can't see...
Vigil was floating around in darkness... A sudden burst of light and images began flashing across his vision. A boy, around the age of 17 was holding a crying girl. She had long white curly hair and was calling him "big brother". Another scene showing a family huddling around a fireplace during Christmas. Scene after scene after scene flashed before his eyes showing what was happening in the Mortal Worlds. Vigil suddenly felt another presence behind him. He turned around to see a replica of himself, except the face was covered in darkness.
You- You're Existance?! Wait. Why are you showing me this?!
Suddenly, the "Truth" was shown to him. Who he really was, his purpose, and what he must do.
I understand...
Just before he returned, a final scene flashed before his eyes. It was so fast that to a human, it would be nothing but a blur. But- But this was different. In the final scene it showed a family having a B.B.Q. There was a boy around the age of 17 who was trying to break up a fight between two girls. A blonde was tearing away at a chicken leg, a red-head poking her food with metal sticks, and a teal-haired girl turning over the kebabs on the grill. But the one who caught his attention the most was carrying a stack of plates to the table. She had blue hair that reached down to her ankles and looked around the age of eight. But age didn't matter... Nothing mattered... The only thing important was who it was and that she was still alive.
Tsunami!!!