The Fic that shall not be named pap
Title: Frozen Soul
Fandom: Pretear
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretear, it belongs to Junichi Satou.
Spoilers: Up to the end of the series (anime)
Pairings: Sasame/Takako, sort of
Summary: Sasame reflects on the sealing of Takako
Rating: PG
It was a beautiful
morning. Somewhere in the world, the sun was shining, birds in the
trees were singing, and everything in nature looked pure and clean
and glorious. Rivers of pure water were running on their long trek
toward the ocean, alternately burbling merrily over shining rocks in
the shallows and rushing loudly in the deeper areas with stronger
current. Animals were going about their daily routines in harmony,
and the people were happy with their simple lives.
That place seemed very far
away.
Here, it was dark and damp
and dangerous, not a place one would ever sleep unless they were
mortally exhausted. The men lying on the ground seemed out of place,
as they appeared to be in deep, peaceful sleep. Of course, this was
not actually the case. Three companions had been killed earlier --
earlier that day? That week? How long had they been unconscious after
that long and costly battle? There was no way to tell in this place.
Not that it mattered. Close friends were dead, and those remaining
were badly wounded, so that the one who woke first felt completely
alone.
He was isolated, his heart
encased in a giant shard of crystal. How cruel was fate, to have him
fight so hard, and sacrifice so much, so that they could lock his
very soul away?
Pushing himself off the
cold, hard ground, he looked up at the crystal looming above him. Her
form was clearly visible, beauty shining through despite everything
that had happened. She had turned away from the light, her rage and
pain blinding her. They had been forced to seal her away before she
did any more harm to their world. It had not been easy. She had not
gone quietly, and had taken three of his friends and fellow Knights
before she fell herself and was contained.
He knew it was wrong, but
he already missed her.
She had killed his
friends, and had the potential to destroy the world that they all
worked so hard to protect, but he still missed her. He wished that it
had never come to this. If she had only seen him, and not been so
focussed on another, this would never have happened. That was not to
say that he blamed Hayate for all of this. Hayate was his friend, and
he could not choose who he cared for and who he did not more than any
other man.
He was so lost in his
contemplation that he did not hear his remaining companions stirring
until he felt a hand come down heavily on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
Goh's voice held concern, love for a friend.
Sharply, "Fine."
He could not share this with anyone, even the closest of friends.
They were all burdened now from the losses and their own failures to
protect Takako, and they did not need to hear of his emotional
weaknesses. For that was what this was, this missing her, and Sasame
did not show weakness.
His companions turned to
leave this place, and go back to where the morning was beautiful and
there was a world that was worth this cost to protect, but he could
not help but look back at her once more. He could almost hear her
bidding him goodbye as they trudged out into the light of day.
Fandom: Pretear
Disclaimer: I don't own Pretear, it belongs to Junichi Satou.
Spoilers: Up to the end of the series (anime)
Pairings: Sasame/Takako, sort of
Summary: Sasame reflects on the sealing of Takako
Rating: PG
It was a beautiful
morning. Somewhere in the world, the sun was shining, birds in the
trees were singing, and everything in nature looked pure and clean
and glorious. Rivers of pure water were running on their long trek
toward the ocean, alternately burbling merrily over shining rocks in
the shallows and rushing loudly in the deeper areas with stronger
current. Animals were going about their daily routines in harmony,
and the people were happy with their simple lives.
That place seemed very far
away.
Here, it was dark and damp
and dangerous, not a place one would ever sleep unless they were
mortally exhausted. The men lying on the ground seemed out of place,
as they appeared to be in deep, peaceful sleep. Of course, this was
not actually the case. Three companions had been killed earlier --
earlier that day? That week? How long had they been unconscious after
that long and costly battle? There was no way to tell in this place.
Not that it mattered. Close friends were dead, and those remaining
were badly wounded, so that the one who woke first felt completely
alone.
He was isolated, his heart
encased in a giant shard of crystal. How cruel was fate, to have him
fight so hard, and sacrifice so much, so that they could lock his
very soul away?
Pushing himself off the
cold, hard ground, he looked up at the crystal looming above him. Her
form was clearly visible, beauty shining through despite everything
that had happened. She had turned away from the light, her rage and
pain blinding her. They had been forced to seal her away before she
did any more harm to their world. It had not been easy. She had not
gone quietly, and had taken three of his friends and fellow Knights
before she fell herself and was contained.
He knew it was wrong, but
he already missed her.
She had killed his
friends, and had the potential to destroy the world that they all
worked so hard to protect, but he still missed her. He wished that it
had never come to this. If she had only seen him, and not been so
focussed on another, this would never have happened. That was not to
say that he blamed Hayate for all of this. Hayate was his friend, and
he could not choose who he cared for and who he did not more than any
other man.
He was so lost in his
contemplation that he did not hear his remaining companions stirring
until he felt a hand come down heavily on his shoulder.
"Are you alright?"
Goh's voice held concern, love for a friend.
Sharply, "Fine."
He could not share this with anyone, even the closest of friends.
They were all burdened now from the losses and their own failures to
protect Takako, and they did not need to hear of his emotional
weaknesses. For that was what this was, this missing her, and Sasame
did not show weakness.
His companions turned to
leave this place, and go back to where the morning was beautiful and
there was a world that was worth this cost to protect, but he could
not help but look back at her once more. He could almost hear her
bidding him goodbye as they trudged out into the light of day.