No One Mourns the Wicked; hc_bingo
Title: No One Mourns the Wicked
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Allergic Reaction
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 676
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: How do you face anyone after killing a person? (Even if that person is evil.)
AN: Five years later, I still don't know how to write Sakuno. But this is set in my Wicked/Prince of Tennis AU, and it's heavily based on The Wizard of Oz. (Probably not what anyone thought when the prompt is "Allergic Reaction"...) Title comes from "No One Mourns the Wicked" from Wicked.
The green of the city was shocking, but it was inviting. The Wizard lived here-the Wizard that could get her home.
Her companions-a scarecrow who wanted a brain, a tinman who wanted a heart, a talking lion that wanted courage-stood behind her, taking in the scene.
(She was glad they led her to the Emerald City-she would’ve gotten lost on her own.)
They entered the city, and they saw the people with green glasses and green everything. She didn’t hate it, but it felt a bit unnatural.
They got in, and then he gave them a task; they needed to retrieve the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West. She was afraid, but she needed to succeed.
Oz was nice, a reprieve from everything in Japan, but she missed her family and friends.
(Her companions reminded her of people back home, which made the ache much worse.)
The road to Kiamo Ko (as both the tinman and the scarecrow told her) was treacherous, and she thought they would never get there.
And then, that night, a horde of monkeys (with wings) attacked, and she was taken to the witch. She thought the witch was crazy, trying to pull off those silver slippers-it wouldn’t come off.
Her friends came to save her, and the witch burned the scarecrow. She threw a bucket of water (convenient, but she didn’t spare it any thought) onto him, and it hit the witch.
“I’m melting!”
She thought it was weird, but she was too dazed to question how water melted a person. She grabbed the broomstick, the monkeys flying off, and she and her friends made their way back to the Emerald City.
She couldn’t get that image out of her mind. She watched her captor-who she should want dead-screaming in agony as she slowly melted through the floor.
She almost felt sick.
The trip wasn’t long enough for her to work herself up, but it gave her enough time to think about how she killed a person-even if it was kill or be killed.
“Pure water can melt her!” someone whispered gleefully.
It seemed to be common knowledge that the Wicked Witch of the West would have a negative reaction to water. (Like a demon to Holy Water.)
She killed someone-and they didn’t tell her. The scarecrow and the tinman and the cowardly lion all knew that she could kill her with water, and they never told her. Not when she was being threatened, not when she was trying to put out the fire.
How could she face anyone knowing that she killed someone?
And the Wizard, who wanted this broomstick, knew, and he sent her to do his dirty deed for him. He didn’t want to dirty his hands, so he dirtied hers. (She could never wash off the blood on her hands.)
The Wizard was a fraud-a man behind the curtain who didn’t have any magic-and she thought she was stuck here.
Until Takane offered her a way home.
“Close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home,’ three times.” She held herself confidently, but she thought Takane looked a bit sad. (She looked how she felt.)
She whispered, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see her friends and peers surrounding her.
“Are you okay, Sakuno-chan,” a classmate asked her. She had fallen asleep in class.
Sakuno was glad that she didn’t kill anyone. But it was still weird to dream of killing someone-Oz itself was weird to dream of.
“Pure water can melt her.” The Wicked Witch of the West reminded her of a female version of Kaidoh, and the Good Witch of the North reminded her of a female version of Momoshiro.
Sakuno sighed softly once her classmates and friends stopped fussing over her. She didn’t understand her dream or what it meant, but she hoped it didn’t mean that she wanted Kaidoh dead.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Prompt: Allergic Reaction
Medium: Fic
Wordcount: 676
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: How do you face anyone after killing a person? (Even if that person is evil.)
AN: Five years later, I still don't know how to write Sakuno. But this is set in my Wicked/Prince of Tennis AU, and it's heavily based on The Wizard of Oz. (Probably not what anyone thought when the prompt is "Allergic Reaction"...) Title comes from "No One Mourns the Wicked" from Wicked.
The green of the city was shocking, but it was inviting. The Wizard lived here-the Wizard that could get her home.
Her companions-a scarecrow who wanted a brain, a tinman who wanted a heart, a talking lion that wanted courage-stood behind her, taking in the scene.
(She was glad they led her to the Emerald City-she would’ve gotten lost on her own.)
They entered the city, and they saw the people with green glasses and green everything. She didn’t hate it, but it felt a bit unnatural.
They got in, and then he gave them a task; they needed to retrieve the broomstick of the Wicked Witch of the West. She was afraid, but she needed to succeed.
Oz was nice, a reprieve from everything in Japan, but she missed her family and friends.
(Her companions reminded her of people back home, which made the ache much worse.)
The road to Kiamo Ko (as both the tinman and the scarecrow told her) was treacherous, and she thought they would never get there.
And then, that night, a horde of monkeys (with wings) attacked, and she was taken to the witch. She thought the witch was crazy, trying to pull off those silver slippers-it wouldn’t come off.
Her friends came to save her, and the witch burned the scarecrow. She threw a bucket of water (convenient, but she didn’t spare it any thought) onto him, and it hit the witch.
“I’m melting!”
She thought it was weird, but she was too dazed to question how water melted a person. She grabbed the broomstick, the monkeys flying off, and she and her friends made their way back to the Emerald City.
She couldn’t get that image out of her mind. She watched her captor-who she should want dead-screaming in agony as she slowly melted through the floor.
She almost felt sick.
The trip wasn’t long enough for her to work herself up, but it gave her enough time to think about how she killed a person-even if it was kill or be killed.
“Pure water can melt her!” someone whispered gleefully.
It seemed to be common knowledge that the Wicked Witch of the West would have a negative reaction to water. (Like a demon to Holy Water.)
She killed someone-and they didn’t tell her. The scarecrow and the tinman and the cowardly lion all knew that she could kill her with water, and they never told her. Not when she was being threatened, not when she was trying to put out the fire.
How could she face anyone knowing that she killed someone?
And the Wizard, who wanted this broomstick, knew, and he sent her to do his dirty deed for him. He didn’t want to dirty his hands, so he dirtied hers. (She could never wash off the blood on her hands.)
The Wizard was a fraud-a man behind the curtain who didn’t have any magic-and she thought she was stuck here.
Until Takane offered her a way home.
“Close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home,’ three times.” She held herself confidently, but she thought Takane looked a bit sad. (She looked how she felt.)
She whispered, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her head to see her friends and peers surrounding her.
“Are you okay, Sakuno-chan,” a classmate asked her. She had fallen asleep in class.
Sakuno was glad that she didn’t kill anyone. But it was still weird to dream of killing someone-Oz itself was weird to dream of.
“Pure water can melt her.” The Wicked Witch of the West reminded her of a female version of Kaidoh, and the Good Witch of the North reminded her of a female version of Momoshiro.
Sakuno sighed softly once her classmates and friends stopped fussing over her. She didn’t understand her dream or what it meant, but she hoped it didn’t mean that she wanted Kaidoh dead.