Pyrrhic Victory (Sailor Moon; Seiya/Usagi; #21)
Title: Pyrrhic Victory
Author: seikochan
Pairing: Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) x Seiya Kou (Sailor Star Fighter)
Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon
Theme: #21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Rating: PG-13 for character death
Disclaimer: Tsukino Usagi, Seiya Kou, and any of the other characters that turn up in this drabble do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Naoko Takeuchi. This story is written purely for fan purposes, and certainly not to tug the characters around at my will, nope, not at all. Other Kisses for Seiya/Usagi.
Healer could swear that she was still hearing Galaxia's final screams ringing loudly and viciously in her ears, a seemingly endless wail of disbelief and rage at her unexpected defeat.
(Later on, Maker would correct her - it wasn't the golden Senshi's yells of rage that she was hearing, but Fighter's shouts of despair.)
Tired green eyes flicker over the wasteland, a ball of foreboding building up in her gut similar to the one she felt when the Princess sacrificed herself to protect them. She pushes herself up, but falls - wincing, she nearly chews through her lip as she pops her dislocated forearm back into place - and staggers to her feet. Maker is nearby, and she shakily moves over to her companion.
Healer wants to say something, ask what the hell had happened (all she remembers is a blinding burst of light and someone screaming, screaming death), but Maker is staring at something in the distance. She follows her gaze, and the sickening sensation in her stomach threatens to claw its way up to her throat. She forces the bile down, but is not able to prevent the sharp sting of tears rising to her eyes.
It is Fighter, equally injured as Healer is certain they are, but she is holding something in her arms, something that is dripping crimson red liquid all over Fighter and the ground she sits upon. The thing moves, and Healer realizes it is a body.
Sailor Moon's body.
Fighter wails again - incoherent but filled with so much pain that it brings Healer to her knees. The dark-haired Starlight sobs, gathering up the frail body of the girl to her chest and rocking her back and forth. Deep blue eyes catch their gazes, pleading with them to help stop the bleeding, stop her from dying, for the love of Kinmoku, Sailor Moon can't - Usagi can't -
"Her - her Starseed," Maker chokes, a hand pressed tightly to her mouth. Healer lets out a sob, cursing the limitations of her power. Physical wounds were easy to heal - the gash on her forehead, the ripped wings hanging from only a few remaining tendons, the slash across her stomach from where Galaxia's sword had cut through - but Sailor Moon had made the greatest sacrifice and, in doing so, wounded herself far beyond what Healer could fix.
In the middle of the dying Senshi's breast is a wound over her heart, and in her hands lie her Starseed. Once, Healer remembers, it shone brilliantly, the brightest shine in the universe, but now it is as black as night - the new seal for Chaos. Unwilling to let her body become corrupted like Galaxia's had been, Sailor Moon chose to let herself die, taking her Starseed back to the Galaxy Cauldron and hopefully ridding the world of Chaos once and for all.
(but - at what cost?)
"You're so stupid, Odango! How could you give yourself up like that?! You - you can't die, please; you're supposed to live! Your boyfriend's going to come back and you're going to marry him and have a family and be happy forever and live! You're supposed to live! Y-you can't die - don't die on me, Odango! Don't you dare - don't you -!"
Moon sacrifices the hold of one hand on her Starseed and lifts it up to press it against Fighter's lips. The Starlight closes her hand over her wrist - her fingers glide through the slickness of the blood covering Moon's arm, but she keeps a firm hold, as if that alone would anchor her to the living.
The blonde girl smiles, beatific in her final moments. "Th-thank you .. for staying ..." she rasps out, blood trickling from a corner of her mouth. Fighter's eyes widen - "No, no, no," she chants, tucking the girl's face to the crook of her neck as she shakes her head desperately. Maker falls next to Healer - never have they seen their leader look so broken.
With the last of her strength, Moon leans up and presses her lips to Fighter's. The Starlight shakes, her hand slipping down to close tightly over Moon's. The kiss is desperate - Fighter pours a lifetime of love, everything that she will never be able to give again (not after Sailor Moon; not after Usagi), and Moon tries to convey her sorrow, her regret at having to leave everyone, at not having been able to love Fighter with all her heart (perhaps next lifetime, fate will be kinder to us).
Moon grows limp, warmth rushing from her body. "No," Fighter gasps, but Moon's body has already dissolved into pinpricks of light, floating up to disappear into the darkness of the sky. The Starlight throws her head back in a chilling scream, softly reinforced by the weeping of her companions.
The universe was saved, but still the sky refused to let up - it seemed that there was no light to let shine through.
Author: seikochan
Pairing: Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon) x Seiya Kou (Sailor Star Fighter)
Fandom: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon
Theme: #21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Rating: PG-13 for character death
Disclaimer: Tsukino Usagi, Seiya Kou, and any of the other characters that turn up in this drabble do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Naoko Takeuchi. This story is written purely for fan purposes, and certainly not to tug the characters around at my will, nope, not at all. Other Kisses for Seiya/Usagi.
Healer could swear that she was still hearing Galaxia's final screams ringing loudly and viciously in her ears, a seemingly endless wail of disbelief and rage at her unexpected defeat.
(Later on, Maker would correct her - it wasn't the golden Senshi's yells of rage that she was hearing, but Fighter's shouts of despair.)
Tired green eyes flicker over the wasteland, a ball of foreboding building up in her gut similar to the one she felt when the Princess sacrificed herself to protect them. She pushes herself up, but falls - wincing, she nearly chews through her lip as she pops her dislocated forearm back into place - and staggers to her feet. Maker is nearby, and she shakily moves over to her companion.
Healer wants to say something, ask what the hell had happened (all she remembers is a blinding burst of light and someone screaming, screaming death), but Maker is staring at something in the distance. She follows her gaze, and the sickening sensation in her stomach threatens to claw its way up to her throat. She forces the bile down, but is not able to prevent the sharp sting of tears rising to her eyes.
It is Fighter, equally injured as Healer is certain they are, but she is holding something in her arms, something that is dripping crimson red liquid all over Fighter and the ground she sits upon. The thing moves, and Healer realizes it is a body.
Sailor Moon's body.
Fighter wails again - incoherent but filled with so much pain that it brings Healer to her knees. The dark-haired Starlight sobs, gathering up the frail body of the girl to her chest and rocking her back and forth. Deep blue eyes catch their gazes, pleading with them to help stop the bleeding, stop her from dying, for the love of Kinmoku, Sailor Moon can't - Usagi can't -
"Her - her Starseed," Maker chokes, a hand pressed tightly to her mouth. Healer lets out a sob, cursing the limitations of her power. Physical wounds were easy to heal - the gash on her forehead, the ripped wings hanging from only a few remaining tendons, the slash across her stomach from where Galaxia's sword had cut through - but Sailor Moon had made the greatest sacrifice and, in doing so, wounded herself far beyond what Healer could fix.
In the middle of the dying Senshi's breast is a wound over her heart, and in her hands lie her Starseed. Once, Healer remembers, it shone brilliantly, the brightest shine in the universe, but now it is as black as night - the new seal for Chaos. Unwilling to let her body become corrupted like Galaxia's had been, Sailor Moon chose to let herself die, taking her Starseed back to the Galaxy Cauldron and hopefully ridding the world of Chaos once and for all.
(but - at what cost?)
"You're so stupid, Odango! How could you give yourself up like that?! You - you can't die, please; you're supposed to live! Your boyfriend's going to come back and you're going to marry him and have a family and be happy forever and live! You're supposed to live! Y-you can't die - don't die on me, Odango! Don't you dare - don't you -!"
Moon sacrifices the hold of one hand on her Starseed and lifts it up to press it against Fighter's lips. The Starlight closes her hand over her wrist - her fingers glide through the slickness of the blood covering Moon's arm, but she keeps a firm hold, as if that alone would anchor her to the living.
The blonde girl smiles, beatific in her final moments. "Th-thank you .. for staying ..." she rasps out, blood trickling from a corner of her mouth. Fighter's eyes widen - "No, no, no," she chants, tucking the girl's face to the crook of her neck as she shakes her head desperately. Maker falls next to Healer - never have they seen their leader look so broken.
With the last of her strength, Moon leans up and presses her lips to Fighter's. The Starlight shakes, her hand slipping down to close tightly over Moon's. The kiss is desperate - Fighter pours a lifetime of love, everything that she will never be able to give again (not after Sailor Moon; not after Usagi), and Moon tries to convey her sorrow, her regret at having to leave everyone, at not having been able to love Fighter with all her heart (perhaps next lifetime, fate will be kinder to us).
Moon grows limp, warmth rushing from her body. "No," Fighter gasps, but Moon's body has already dissolved into pinpricks of light, floating up to disappear into the darkness of the sky. The Starlight throws her head back in a chilling scream, softly reinforced by the weeping of her companions.
The universe was saved, but still the sky refused to let up - it seemed that there was no light to let shine through.