Disclaimer:Uhm, this is A Haruka/Michiru fic. It's NOT sexual but if
you have a problem with even *thinking* that they love each other,
then turn away now. Kay? ^_^ And all things Sailormoon belong to
their creator!
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SUMMERY: What would call someone back from the brink on last time?
What I wouldn't give just to never get up again. To stay down on this
cold metallic floor and let the darkness seep into me. I want the
death, and I know it's lingering closely by. I can hear the soft
swoosh of his black gown grow closer with every breath I take.
I hear you call my name, so loudly, even over the explosions, over
the innocent screams, I hear you. Only you, it's always only you. But
I won't get up, I can't. I'm too weak to even continue breathing. How
can I help you if I'm not able to breathe?
We live alone, everyone does, that's why we all die alone. You can
carry on without me. What am I but a burden in your bright and
successful future? You don't want me, death does though, and He wants
me badly. I want him as well, I don't want to want you by my side any
longer, I just want Him.
Heaven help me. My eyes flicker upon in unsteady movements, letting
the hell of the fight come to me like a distorted vision. Your
beautiful face, I automatically see it, through the others, the mess,
the increasing pool of red liquid, my blood I suppose. Blackness is
creeping into my site, making the edges fuzzy. He's getting close
Death's icy breath is tickling the hairs on my neck.
Your eyes, oh God, your eyes. I see it now, so clearly. Deep green-
blue like the ocean, like the waters you represent in your powers.
They usually have a cool expression within them, with undercurrents
of emotions running through them, unknown to every one but me. But
those deep colored beauties are filled with fear, and with tears.
Fear of what? Fear of the witch that laughs so high pitched? You can
beat her, I know you can. I've seen you practice, watched you take
down more threatening creatures in our missions. I know you can do
it. You're strong, stronger than you think because I always try to
keep you in the shadows, in my protection.
Perhaps you fear me leaving you? Is that why your eyes, so large and
innocent have tears trickling out of them? Don't be afraid, I'm not,
I want to die, so stop looking at me. Your piercing my heart with
your pleading eyes, making it unsure of its destination. I want to
die. Do you understand that? I don't want your look, your--
I hear you call out for me again, I've never heard you say my title
in such desperation. You're scared, unsure, and all out terrified
because I'm not getting up. Yet, you call for me again.
Stop calling me! Just the sound of your voice is enough to encircle
my very soul and yank it violently out of Death's bony digits. You're
being selfish. Don't look at me, don't call to me and I can go. If
you'd stop reaching out for me physically, emotionally and every
other way, I could have been gone by now.
Numbness is taking my lower body by storm, feeling drains from them,
neither your voice or gaze can stop what is inevitable. But, I feel
something on my face, something warm and watery. Dear heavens, am I
crying?
I *want* to die. I do! Then why the tears? Why does my heart hurt
from much more than the flesh pain? It's like nothing I've ever felt,
I can't bare it. It has to stop! But how? How can I make the pain go
away when I don't know what brought it about?
My eyes flutter open again, to see you, crying, even as you fight.
Don't cry. Please, your making the pain in my chest throb harder, my
heart beat heavier. It pounds in my ears, blocking out the other
sounds, drowning the explosions and other noises, until it's the only
sound I can hear.
When my eyes come upon, only halfway though, it's your mouthed call
that pulls my mind back, stitches my heart, and echoes in my soul.
You called for me, by my *name* not my title.
That's all it takes. That's all it ever takes for me to fall from the
sky, from my flight into somewhere I don't need to be, or do not
truly want to go. I still want death, but not until I know you are
all right. Not until I know that those mystic eyes of yours won't
cry.
"Michiru." I whisper but with the sounds from the fight, Death and I
are the only ones to hear my ragged plead.
As if that simple word could chase my grim friend away, I can feel my
legs once again. Pins and needles prickle the sensitive, and sore
areas but I can feel that. Suddenly, my breath of life flies back
into my lungs letting me know that this might not be my last stand.
My body starts to move, a power unknown to me gives me the strength
to push the reaper of death away for awhile longer. Weakly, I stand,
and pathetically I begin to move forward, towards you.
The thud of my heart fades away from my hearing, as the other sounds
invade my ears. Screams of rage, cries of pain, pleads of mercy, all
of them are heard but none of them register as important. I only
want to help you. Staggering wearily to the place were you now are
giving your all, I smile faintly.
With all the strength left within me, I use the power of my lineage.
As the royal Princess of Uranus, I call upon the power of the wind
my battle cry is lost against the destruction unfolding around us.
But the effects is the only thing that matters, and the earthquake
like power does it's job, the creature of darkness is thrown off
balance, I'm sure it won't be getting up again.
I look over to you, your eyes are still brimmed with tears, but you
smile. In my mind I give a small thanks to whoever gave me the power
to help you the last time. Tired, and broken, I fall.
Fall back to the ground, my body is quicker to respond to the
draining of power. The numbness reaches to my waist with the beating
of my heart, and in that moment, an angel reaches out to me one last
time.
Your hands, without gloves, caress my face gingerly. You call my name
again, and again, but this time my love, I'm too weak to respond.
Death won't be denied any longer, his grasp tightens around my heart,
leaving me breathless. Another moment and I'll be a memory, another
moment and you'll be alone.
To my surprise I felt your lips on my ears, whispering into it. You
say the things I wish I could tell you, and then some, but I can't.
All I can do is open my eyes to your face, and smile feebly, then
take His hand into oblivion.
My last thought before eternity conquers this barely alive body is, I
love you as well, my Michiru.