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"Oh, it's just you this time", her gentle smile was as refreshingly dull as ever, "Sorry, I didn't think I'll see you so soon.""It's nothing to be sorry about", I felt calm just being there. It was impossible to rest easy when every time we went out, we constantly needed to look over our shoulders. The hostility was growing everyday. It seems the villagers were being threatened by a hostile party. They were told not to sympathize or mingle with us. As a result, people had no choice but to turn their backs on us. No one wanted to be painted as a target and certainly, everyone must have been thinking it was our fault. If only we hadn't come to their land, their peace wouldn't have been destroyed.At home, I couldn't relax around Lubbock. Serena was nice enough to keep us company, though. Only in her company, did Miss Traveler ever say anything. Mills was feeling burdened too, even though he didn't show it. Neil, on the other hand, once came up to me and said brazenly that he was on o
My mother was a fragile woman, both in body and in mind. She was once a pianist, but her fame didn't last much long. Everything I know about her, I know through my father. So I can't tell if she really felt as he said she did. But he told me that she absolutely hated music. Her father was a strict man, who prohibited her from participating in any games that other children of her time played. After all, as a pianist, she had to protect her hands at all cost. I always imagined her as a princess locked up in a tower. As a result of her upbringing, she grew up to be very weak. Even though she was a great pianist, a world that was so rife with war didn't seem to have much need for her. And though she came from a family of healers, since she didn't learn much of it in her youth, she wasn't able to carry on with her family's profession either. I always wondered why my grandfather, her father, had forced her to play music instead. My father had no better answer for it than I did. It still r
Because my mother was such a wretched being, devoid of all joy, embittered through to the end, I cannot say I understand how Doctor Ema was feeling when I laid down Serena's now motionless body on the rickety bed in her little dark room. At least, that's what I would like to say, but that would be a lie. In truth, I believe that you need not experience everything to be able to understand it. I may never have tasted motherly affection but I wasn't completely ambiguous about Doctor's situation right now. Lubbock had followed close behind me. He stayed silent, and observed everything keenly."Not there, could you move her in here?", Doctor said as she opened the little door in her room which, I had assumed, led to a toilet.I promptly heeded her instruction and moved Serena where she wanted her. To my surprise, beyond that tiny wooden door that was about to come unhinged, rested a lab of some sort. In the center was a long stone table, where I lay Serena. This was her lab, and not a med
"Lubbock, where are we going?", he was silently dragging me through the town. I hadn't asked him anything, nor had he said anything about the Doctor or Serena or anything that happened back there. For now, it seemed fine if we were just silently heading somewhere, perhaps thinking the same sort of things, a camaraderie finally formed between us. How short-lived it would be, if such a thing did exist that is, I knew very well. "Home, where else?""Hold on, we should get Mills and-""Just shut up and keep following."I wasn't really following him though. He grabbed my arm and walked on without saying anything. "Wait a bit, something's weird", I fruitlessly tried to stop him."What is?""Where's everyone? The town's empty.""Haven't you had enough of these townspeople for one day? I want to just get home already. Without any interruption! So hurry up a bit!"I was certainly perplexed but I remained quite and hurried along. Soon, we were back to the brothers' place. Still, Lubbock hadn
Shamballa was a small town. It didn't take us long to leave it behind us. The path that led to the mounds was clear but crooked. I hadn't said a word to Lubbock, despite the fact that I had nearly tried to kill him earlier. I suppose I was burnt out. My body began to ache and I felt like all the injuries from the past week were beginning to finally hurt. I had almost forgotten that I literally fell down into Shamballa. Though, if I thought about it carefully, it made no sense."Hey Seraph", Lubbock seemed to hold no grudge against me, "Do you believe what Doctor said?"He was talking about what she'd told us about Serena. How she'd made her and everything else. "No", I answered in a low voice.I certainly didn't think it was a lie but I could easily see the inconsistencies in her story. I just had that sort of feeling, that there was more to it than she was letting on."Right? I'm glad you think so. I wish things were straightforward, you know. I hate it when people don't say everyth
Drip drip.The blazing sun hadn't dried his hair yet. His golden locks hadn't always reflected the light like this. When had they so drastically changed their shade, he didn't even remember. His clear eyes unflinchingly gazed at the burning sun that was showing no mercy whatsoever. Even the clear sky paled in comparison to his clear green eyes. They shown like emeralds in clear water. Yet, his doll face carried no expression or feeling. Even the scorching heat didn't burn his skin, nor did his sweaty head bother him. He stretched out his arm towards the sun. His pencil thin fingers shadowed his eyes but utterly failed to prevent the heat. He was sitting out in the open after all. And this was no weather to even poke your head out of the window. He gazed at his pale hand absentmindedly, turning it around to see his palm too. Then his gaze shifted a little lower towards his arms. The incision was still clear as day, all the more so because of the tremendous amount of blood trickling do
"No sign of nobody here, brother", the masked man stood up, after having observed what looked like a campfire.The other man was cloaked and masked in white too. Both of them carried a heavy luggage on their back, apparently supplies for travel. By the looks of it, the two of them were traveling healers. It wasn't common in war days to see people like that around. While most of the healers stuck to war grounds healing the wounded soldiers, many took to areas that were indirectly affected by wars. There wasn't any shortage of ghost towns in those days, so even though it didn't pay them much, traveling to many different places was enough to get them by. People couldn't pay them money but they could share what little food and supplies they had, in exchange for treatment."Strange, isn't it? Looks like the people up and left, all too suddenly", the other one replied."Then there were some of them Blue ones in that there barracks, brother. It's just an ancient piece
"That's the only place we'll be safe", Lubbock led the way after we'd decided it was too dangerous to stay in town after all.People kept coming after us no matter where we went. Even if we killed them, they would just respawn. There was no point in fighting."The one thing every program fears is corruption. If these dummies follow us to the mounds, they'll get exactly that. So I'm sure we'll be safe there", Lubbock educated me, though I can't say I understood everything."And you don't fear that corruption?""No, because my data can't be corrupted.""And why is that? Didn't you say you weren't part of the system? So if anything, shouldn't you be more prone to this corruption?""Perhaps so, but my firewall is infallible. Even if I were to walk off this world, I'd probably end up creating a road of my own. It's even easier if I'm in a foreign system.""Alright, well, how do we stop this?""One way would be to destroy the server, but I doubt we'll be able to make it to Doctor Ema like t
I would like to think to myself that this isn't the end. But seeing as her story went back to where it all started, I realized that my role wasn't saving her at all. I just made sure she'd continue to exist, eternally.In eternal suffering and forgetfulness and new encounters and the last times, in every world, she'll continue to exist.As for me, I couldn't bear to live in a world knowing she was somewhere out there, helpless and torn, just as she'd been when I first found her.When did I first find her?Who can say? I had always been talking about how I wished I'd met her sooner. In fact, I had always known her. Our existences were intertwined so much that I don't think either of us could just pull away and be happy all on our own without thinking of the other.After I'd returned Lady's power to her, I floated away in an empty space for an eternity. I was foolish enough to think that the sorrow would fade away one day. But no matter how long and far I floated away, the memory and th
It was the coldest I'd felt in ages, and there was an aching heaviness in my head that I simply couldn't seem to shake off no matter how much I walked. I don't know when, how, or why I was walking through the snow towards the top of some hill I didn't even know.For that matter, I didn't remember who I was, how I'd gotten there, or where I was going.And just like that, before I knew it, I had collapsed in a den of wolves. Luckily, it looked abandoned, so I didn't get eaten off right away. I figured it'd be a long, slow death. I found the idea of such a gentle death appealing, despite the fact that I was walking mindlessly just seconds ago.I must have passed out, for when I came to, I was stiff as a rock. And yet, I wasn't that cold anymore. I lifted my head to find myself covered in a bear pelt. Someone had been so kind as to cover me up. And yet, the pelt was rather old and shoddy. Who cared as long as it could keep me warm?I stood up, looking around, getting accustomed to my surr
"I didn't imagine we'd ever come to a crossroads such as this", I let out a puff of smoke, standing opposite her."But, as a matter of fact, I always had a feeling we would", Lady answered with her signature smirk."Sure, you did", I said sarcastically.It was surprising at first. But things made sense soon enough. Lady had sent all of us away on a mission. She'd isolated herself at Valhalla. Chopper had left of his own accord. She'd sent Sight to look for him. Deli had gone to see her children. And she bid Lubbock and June farewell. She'd even given her fur coat to June. Grim was on a mission, too. And I was looking for Jean V. to deliver her letter.It was all exactly as it had been back then. When I'd return from meeting Jean V., Lady would already be beyond saving. Back then, all I knew was that the person who sent her that blank letter was the one who came to kill her. I never ventured to find out much else.It all made sense now as I stood be
"Must you leave without fulfilling my wish, Seraph?"He had some guts to ask. I looked up at the red sky. There was nothing but barren, burnt land all around us."What else could you ask for?", I looked back at him."You look so old, Seraph", he chuckled, "What exactly did you give the others?"I looked behind me without answering his question. There was no one and nothing."What? It's a long story", I answered without looking at him."We've got time to kill", he grinned."I don't", I said, but went on to answer him anyway, "I gave everyone what they wanted.""Really?"I glared at him, "Yes, really, Grim. I took a fee, of course."He laughed."And what will you take from me?", he asked, grinning.I looked around and then rested my eyes on him."There's really nothing."He seemed to agree."So how'd you manage?""Well, Grim, you could almost call it travelling back through time. Though, it really isn't that. I split the worlds to create new ones. Time doesn't exist for me anymore. Ever
"I will take death in any way and form it comes to me, anywhere and anytime."That had to be the most brazen statement I'd heard. It took me a bit to take that statement in."You really have no special requests? If I can, I'd like to make it up to you", I sat down and stared at his bloodied face.He shook his head."Make up for what?", he asked.He didn't know me yet to call me "boy" but I suppose that's the way it had to be.I had become better at rewriting the reality. I could write quite far back in certain cases. For example, in Sight's case, I made it so he never met Lady and Chopper on the night he killed the prima donna, Czarna Dalia.Before meeting them he didn't know anything about what he'd been doing. He didn't know what an outcast was, even though he himself was an outcast. Ignorance is indeed the greatest of all blisses. And I thought for Sight, it had to be the biggest saving.Lady was right. People who see things differently are the most dangerous of all. Especially tho
"This isn't what I asked for, Seraph", she complained, fixing her glasses on her tiny nose."I don't get what the hell it is that you want exactly, June", I was beginning to get tired."You don't understand at all", she folded her arms."You're damn right, I don't. What kind of crazy a-""One thing.", she looked at me sternly, "One thing I'm asking for is a place to be happy. Not a mother, not a wife, not a hero, not any of the other things you're trying to come up with.""What'll make you happy, exactly?", I folded my arms and leaned against the wall of Valhalla.Everyone else was off to fend the red sky off. June had been left behind in a protective barrier.She fell silent."How about Lady? Isn't she your favorite?""I could care less about her", she answered, bluntly, "I hate her.""Huh?", I wasn't sure I'd her heard her right."She does everything on a whim. She claims to understand everything when rea
"They are waiting for you, Monsieur Lubbock", a dark woman poked her head into the dressing room, "It's almost time for the show."The bajillion young ladies that were powdering his nose scattered away.His face was pink with heat and he wore a long fancy coat. It almost looked odd on his somewhat small figure."I'll be right there", he answered, gussying up in the mirror."Aww, you're leaving already, Monsieur?", some of the girls came up to him.He chuckled modestly."What can I say? The life of the greatest singer in the world isn't so relaxing, my dears.""You might be the greatest singer, but Monsieur is also the life of all women's hearts", one of the cheekier ones commented.Lubbock laughed. He didn't try to hide how much he loved being pampered like this."I'm sorry, girls. My audience awaits!"Saying so, he shot out of the room and hurried towards the stage. Backstage was always heated just before his shows. He was the one star that every theater wanted to have. But he was a
"Do you blame me for mother's death, father?", she asked, placing the empty cup of tea on the little side table.Her father wasn't facing her. He was still locked up in his study, reclining on his chair and looking out of the window at some distance lands.She sat straight, with her back erect. The weight of her gown was enough to tire her but she was made up, as befitting of a noble. She had to look all the more perfect since she was visiting her home for the first time since her marriage."Blame you?", the lord of the house spoke in his grave voice after a while, "I simply don't think you were worth her death. Esme was a wise woman. A level headed, understanding, noble woman."Faye looked at her lap."You refuse to carry out the will of the house of Vlad. You'll go as far as to commit a heinous crime to that end. I'm disappointed beyond measure."Faye pursed her lips. No one but she herself had been hurt the most by what she'd done."Vlad was born to you twice. And yet, you ungratef
"Tell you what, Seraph, this one time, I met a girl and she had these enormous scars all over her arms and legs. I couldn't help noticing her, of course. When she told me she did it herself, I couldn't help it. I killed her then and there", he chuckled to himself, "I didn't want to do it, of course. Something just came over me. It wasn't that she told me she did it herself. It was how she said it. She was smiling.""I'm sure she wasn't smiling because she was happy", I answered, with a solemn look on my face."I'm sure of that too. I was sure of it back then too. That's probably why I killed her. But do you know how many people I've saved?"He looked at my face. I stayed silent."I've saved more people than I've killed. I've been counting since the beginning. I know, for sure, that my atonement is over. At least, it ought to be. But does it look like I'm still repenting?", he asked, smiling vaguely, knowing my answer."You do.""That's because I am. No matter how many I save...the ato