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Rating:
Adult +
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656
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If You Have to Ask
If You Have to Ask
A Furui Kaen fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
If you have to ask, you'll never know.
Where had she heard that from? She couldn't remember. Too long ago, far too long ago. Flashes of colour, a box that showed pictures--
Crazy. Insane. But why did she see it? Maybe Ma-Ma was right. Maybe she was a demon.
Run run run away little birdie, before the angels get you. But her wings had been broken for years now, shattered with the feeling of a warm body crashing into hers, sending two little birdies fluttering to the ground. The angels had got them, but she still lived. Was that her punishment?
Rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Sing-song, apropos. The sky was the colour of burning blood, the scent of rotting and charring flesh ripe on the cold wintre wind. Cold, she was so cold. The flames didn't come for her any more, not like before. Against her heart the silver ankh thudded, chaining her. She didn't want it! She wanted Mary.
Her Mary. Oh, gods, Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary. Lovelifelost all so soon, so fast. She felt old, empty; Mary was gone. Always gone. Sometimes, she wondered if she dreamed Mary up, and then she'd see the picture-holder. Locket.
And she'd hurt again.
Better to have loved and lost than to never love at all.
Is that really true? Better to not see the sky when you're chained underground.
Beside a fallen tree, soft cries. Young girl, frantically pulling on a trapped arm. Tears freezing on her cheeks.
Curiosity killed the cat...
She kept moving, allowing the child's cries to fade away. Suddenly, a flash of blue. Of silver. Hope.
...but satisfaction brought it back.
"--" No noise. Swallowing thickly, she tried again.
"Little one? Why are you crying?" Harsh with disuse. The little girl froze.
"My Da, my Da. He's trapped and I can't get him out. I want my Daddy." She started to sob.
She thought, long and hard. Maybe...?
Whistle.
Bah-
CRACK.
Scream.
Pain.
Black.
World slowly spinning into focus. Lights, camera, action. Roll cameras. Cut, copy, print. Blood, coppery, dull, in her mouth. Coating her hands. Body. Wooden spikes pierced through her and the land around her, turning them into pin cushions.
Like a needle in a haystack.
Little girl, little bird, no wings to fly with, a smear of blood on the grey snow. Grey. Maybe...
Moving forward. Hurts, oh gods, but moving. No pain no gain.
Bullshit.
"Hey. Hey, little one, wake up." Hazel eyes stared up at her, dazed with pain, darkening with death. She shook the body harder. "Listen. You want to fly again?" A nod. "Look into my eyes." Slowly, she let her walls fall, letting this little girl-child in.
Flashes, life before this, warmth, pain, fear. Feelings. She pushed them aside, gathering the silver fire that rested inside--corrupting the flames!--and handing it to the girl. Each wound seemed to throb, more and more, blessed feeling!
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Out, out damn spot! Or rather, ankh. Her and the late Lady Macbeth had different ailments and fates, after all. She had already tried to take that long fall, and fate or her sister fortune wouldn't let her. Fortune smiles at some and laughs at others. How does she favour you? I think she laughs at me. Line from a story. From a box on a table containing words.
Madness.
The girl was glowing now, and the ankh was safely nestled between those small breasts. Choking, she fell to the ground, life flooding every pore of her body potently. Shaking, she stood up and made her way forward, feeling the flames oh gods the flames her flames were back the flames how she missed them missed them more than her wings though not as much as her love.
"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear." Quiet, wistful, a time long gone.
Turned around, faced the girl who was staring in horror. Getting harder to see through the blessed flames. Legs collapsing, she sat against the tree, smiling so happily.
"Why?!"
Mary was there, in the flames with her, smiling. She'd waited! Oh, gods, Mary, I missed you. I missed you so much. Let me come with you, please. I don't want this mortal coil any longer.
"WHY?! Please, don't leave me all alone!"
'Karen, come on my love. Time to leave. It's been far too long.'
Smile. I agreed. Skin too tight, getting harder to see now. The little girl was crying, begging.
If you have to ask, you'll never know.
~*~*~
AN: That was fun. Just pissed that out in about ten, fifteen minutes. I love Karen and Mary. I feel so bad for them. So many lines in here I don't own. Shakespeare, Link Worshiper, everyday words and sayings. Karen's a bit mad, and Furui Kaen's much worse.
Mary and Karen/Furui Kaen and the little girl/Setsuna Jikan (the original) are mine.
Sets, out.
::end transmission::
A Furui Kaen fiction by Setsuna-Jikan
If you have to ask, you'll never know.
Where had she heard that from? She couldn't remember. Too long ago, far too long ago. Flashes of colour, a box that showed pictures--
Crazy. Insane. But why did she see it? Maybe Ma-Ma was right. Maybe she was a demon.
Run run run away little birdie, before the angels get you. But her wings had been broken for years now, shattered with the feeling of a warm body crashing into hers, sending two little birdies fluttering to the ground. The angels had got them, but she still lived. Was that her punishment?
Rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air. Sing-song, apropos. The sky was the colour of burning blood, the scent of rotting and charring flesh ripe on the cold wintre wind. Cold, she was so cold. The flames didn't come for her any more, not like before. Against her heart the silver ankh thudded, chaining her. She didn't want it! She wanted Mary.
Her Mary. Oh, gods, Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary. Lovelifelost all so soon, so fast. She felt old, empty; Mary was gone. Always gone. Sometimes, she wondered if she dreamed Mary up, and then she'd see the picture-holder. Locket.
And she'd hurt again.
Better to have loved and lost than to never love at all.
Is that really true? Better to not see the sky when you're chained underground.
Beside a fallen tree, soft cries. Young girl, frantically pulling on a trapped arm. Tears freezing on her cheeks.
Curiosity killed the cat...
She kept moving, allowing the child's cries to fade away. Suddenly, a flash of blue. Of silver. Hope.
...but satisfaction brought it back.
"--" No noise. Swallowing thickly, she tried again.
"Little one? Why are you crying?" Harsh with disuse. The little girl froze.
"My Da, my Da. He's trapped and I can't get him out. I want my Daddy." She started to sob.
She thought, long and hard. Maybe...?
Whistle.
Bah-
CRACK.
Scream.
Pain.
Black.
World slowly spinning into focus. Lights, camera, action. Roll cameras. Cut, copy, print. Blood, coppery, dull, in her mouth. Coating her hands. Body. Wooden spikes pierced through her and the land around her, turning them into pin cushions.
Like a needle in a haystack.
Little girl, little bird, no wings to fly with, a smear of blood on the grey snow. Grey. Maybe...
Moving forward. Hurts, oh gods, but moving. No pain no gain.
Bullshit.
"Hey. Hey, little one, wake up." Hazel eyes stared up at her, dazed with pain, darkening with death. She shook the body harder. "Listen. You want to fly again?" A nod. "Look into my eyes." Slowly, she let her walls fall, letting this little girl-child in.
Flashes, life before this, warmth, pain, fear. Feelings. She pushed them aside, gathering the silver fire that rested inside--corrupting the flames!--and handing it to the girl. Each wound seemed to throb, more and more, blessed feeling!
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Out, out damn spot! Or rather, ankh. Her and the late Lady Macbeth had different ailments and fates, after all. She had already tried to take that long fall, and fate or her sister fortune wouldn't let her. Fortune smiles at some and laughs at others. How does she favour you? I think she laughs at me. Line from a story. From a box on a table containing words.
Madness.
The girl was glowing now, and the ankh was safely nestled between those small breasts. Choking, she fell to the ground, life flooding every pore of her body potently. Shaking, she stood up and made her way forward, feeling the flames oh gods the flames her flames were back the flames how she missed them missed them more than her wings though not as much as her love.
"If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear." Quiet, wistful, a time long gone.
Turned around, faced the girl who was staring in horror. Getting harder to see through the blessed flames. Legs collapsing, she sat against the tree, smiling so happily.
"Why?!"
Mary was there, in the flames with her, smiling. She'd waited! Oh, gods, Mary, I missed you. I missed you so much. Let me come with you, please. I don't want this mortal coil any longer.
"WHY?! Please, don't leave me all alone!"
'Karen, come on my love. Time to leave. It's been far too long.'
Smile. I agreed. Skin too tight, getting harder to see now. The little girl was crying, begging.
If you have to ask, you'll never know.
~*~*~
AN: That was fun. Just pissed that out in about ten, fifteen minutes. I love Karen and Mary. I feel so bad for them. So many lines in here I don't own. Shakespeare, Link Worshiper, everyday words and sayings. Karen's a bit mad, and Furui Kaen's much worse.
Mary and Karen/Furui Kaen and the little girl/Setsuna Jikan (the original) are mine.
Sets, out.
::end transmission::