Post by Jacquie on Aug 28, 2005 23:48:34 GMT -5
Beautiful Disaster
A/N: I’ve only read up to the fifth manga in the Crescent Moon series, but I noticed there weren’t many fanfictions in the category and thus decided to write one. I’m going to try and keep everybody in character. I wanted a challenge, which is why I chose to try and write a one-shot for Misoka Asagi. So yes, I will try and write him IC (in character) and I’d like to know how well I did. So if you could tell me in a review, I’d be most appreciative! Oh yeah, this is a song fic, and the song is Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson. Thanks and enjoy!
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~ He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He’s as d**ned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold~
“MISOKA!” You heard Nozomu scream as you battled on for the teardrop.
There was no way you were letting this go! You’d get that teardrop and prove you were of some use to the team!
“Misoka!” Nozomu’s voice got more urgent as you ignored him, figuring Misoka could handle himself. “Are you alright?” That got your attention. You turned your head and gasped. Misoka had reversed his transformation. What had happened? Your mind clouded over with panic as you concentrated more on Misoka than on the battle. That was your first mistake; ‘never take your eyes off of the enemy during battle,’ Misoka’s calm voice echoed in your head.
~And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain’t right
It just ain’t right~
A sharp pain hit your back as you whirled around with pain searing through your body. You screamed fiercely as your wings gave way and you started to fall. You struggled to hold your ground in the air for a few more seconds but failed as another arrow shot into your left wing. You growled lowly; but it wasn’t directed at the enemy it was directed at yourself. How could you? Mitsuru’s right; I really am useless to this team. You snorted, not that he has the right to say that – he’s not even currently part of the team.
“(Your first name)!” You heard Nozomu’s voice, which sounded pretty scared in its own right. You then felt something lift you up off of the ground as you fell unconscious from loss of blood. Your last thought echoed in your head, I’m so sorry you guys.
~Oh when I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster~
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Light beams hit your eyes as you groaned softly. Your side hurt terribly and your left shoulder could have been better off – and your ankle killed more than both of them put together. “(Your first name)! Guys, she’s awake!” You looked up to see the smiling Princess (Mahiru).
You said nothing as the guilty feeling returned to the pit of your stomach making you feel worse than you already did. “(Your first name)!” A cheerful Akira bounded into the room and over to the bed you were laying on; you still said nothing.
Nozomu followed by Mitsuru entered the room as the young vampire looked at you with pity in his eyes; Mitsuru just sort of glared but you had known the four long enough to know that Mitsuru wasn’t the type to do anything other than glare. Although for some reason the Princess seemed to think otherwise. You mentally snorted at the thought; how she could be so optimistic as to think she could change Mitsuru was beyond your understanding. Personally, you thought she was a little nuts – not that you’d ever tell anyone that.
After a minute of awkward silence between the five of you, Misoka entered the room quietly and looked over to where you were lying with bandages galore on your upper body and a heavy wrap on your ankle. You looked away in shame; it wasn’t fair. Why did Mitsuru have to be the first one to tell you that you were useless? And be right at that! Life was so not fair, ah well, you knew you’d have to face your leader sometime and you had always said sooner was better than later. Unfortunately, you were a procrastinator and had not gotten around to saying your goodbyes until now.
~And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster~
Moon Palace here I come, you thought as you glanced up slightly at Misoka…he is so going to hate me for this – or does he already? Who knows, and why does it matter? You sighed, you didn’t want to go back to the Moon Palace and you most certainly did not want to go back to work under his ‘royal pain in the patella’. Which was exactly what you thought of the current Moon Emperor; too bratty for his own good.
Argh; you weren’t doing any good here but you really didn’t want to go back to the Moon Palace…You sighed, life was full of tough decisions, but I guess that’s what makes it life, right? You thought as you decided to put it off until dinnertime. At least then you could give it to everyone in person at the same time. Yep, you were procrastinating but that didn’t stop you from knowing that it would have to be done eventually.
You had grown rather attached to your colleagues that you were working with to collect the teardrops. You sighed as you shook your head at yourself shamefully, how could you? They were your colleagues, your partners in the Moonlight Bandits façade used to collect the teardrops – nothing more. Yet you could not deny the fact that you had grown to be – dared you say it – friends with them and maybe even fallen in love with one. That made you even more shamefaced, it wasn’t proper, nor was it possible for him to love you back.
Thus, after reviewing all that had happened you knew your only option was to leave and return to your job in the records department at the Moon Palace. Well, when you put it that way it wasn’t really an option now was it? Exactly.
“I’m sorry, you guys.” You stated quietly as you looked down at the carpet, whilst sitting up on the couch in a pair of ripped jeans and a dirty black t-shirt.
“What?” Nozomu was the first to respond.
“I said I’m sorry.” You repeated slowly.
“We know what you said; but what are you talking about?” The Princess frowned slightly as her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to figure it all out. You all fell silent as you tried to stand up – you couldn’t stand the silence you had created and therefore you were determined to walk out of the room while you still could.
You didn’t particularly feel like an interrogation from Akira right about now and you knew the others would come with plenty of questions if the werewolf didn’t. You smiled slightly, that was Akira all right and you’d definitely miss his happy-go-lucky attitude. It did lighten things up a lot, right when everyone got too serious or depressed over the loss of a battle.
You had just managed to push yourself up onto your feet without crying out in pain, when Misoka walked over to you and put his hands on your undamaged shoulder. “Sit down. You can’t walk with the shape you’re in.” You defied his suggestion for once in your life as you pushed his hand out of the way.
“Can too.” Nozomu’s eyebrows rose at this, never in his time of working with you, had he ever seen you defy one of Misoka’s orders – even when it had only been a precautionary suggestion.
“Please.” Misoka put his hand back on your shoulder as the rest of the room watched the scene with interest – well except for Nozomu; he looked on the situation with extra insight. He was smirking at something and only he knew what it was. Note to self, you thought, find out what he’s smirking about before I leave. Wait, have I really become that curious? God, what’s happening to me? You looked into Misoka’s eyes – they were the same as usual, cool and calm. Nothing seemed out of place, you shrugged, what the heck was Nozomu smirking at then?
~His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see~
“No.” You stated as Akira’s eyes went wide with surprise.
“But (Your first name)! You’re still hurt; you can’t just get up and expect to be able to walk around! That’s insane!” Akira protested, cutting the dramatics no slack.
You looked over at him from the corners of your eyes, “Mitsuru always has questioned my sanity. It’s just another thing for him to right about.” You muttered the last sentence to yourself and only Misoka managed to grasp it.
With that said you broke out of Misoka’s grasp once again and walked out of the room, not allowing any of the pain to show. Although you were sure you would die by the time you reached the exit to the living room, you kept on going. I will not show weakness, I will not scream, you chanted to yourself as you climbed the first stair. You swiftly inhaled oxygen, oh god that hurt. You looked up the to see two long flights of stairs looming in front of you. Well this would be a fun half hour.
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You sighed as you reached the last stair, and noted the long hallway that led towards your bedroom. Curse the person who picked the bedroom at the end of the hall for you. Oh wait, that would have been you. You rolled your eyes at your own stupidity. I never consider the options or the paths a situation could take. That’s one of my main problems, isn’t it? You asked yourself, as a child would have when they discovered something for the first time.
You started to hobble towards your bedroom as you began to plan your speech for dinner that night. You knew nobody would take your leave well (except for maybe Misoka, he didn’t really have an opinion on anything these days, when you thought about it) and thus you had better have a good explanation ready.
You tripped as you fell onto your already damaged side, pain sprang up from your shoulder as it hit the floor only a half a second after your side. The pain spread through your body like a forest fire spreads through dry bush. You hissed in pain as you whispered, “Ouch.”
Your mind protested as you tried to push yourself off of the floor. I’m only nineteen; I should not being having the problem of trying to stand up off of the floor even if I do have a few injuries. “I must look so pathetic.” You muttered to yourself as you managed to push yourself back up and onto your feet again.
You limped faster and faster until you reached a normal walking pace (although it felt more like sprinting to you) and managed to reach your room at the end of the hall fairly quickly. You walked into your room, and then closed the door behind you. You then went and flopped onto your bed, and noted never to do that again as your shoulder seemed to sting as much as it did when you had fallen onto the hallway floor.
You looked at your alarm clock, it read 5:05, and dinner was in an hour. Well, I hope getting down the stairs is easier than getting up, you thought as you lay on your bed. You knew you were going to hate (and maybe even regret) leaving this place and this room – it had become like your sanctuary – a safe haven of sorts more or less. There would be nothing like this back in the Moon Palace. You sighed, you hated this, but you had always been taught to never let your emotions play into your decisions and that rule had worked just fine for you up until now. Now you were coming face to face with everything you learned and everything you would have to give up.
You rubbed your forehead as you battled back and forth with your mind on the topic of leaving Moonshine. You were going to leave, you were useless here and it wouldn’t do any good for the Empress or anyone else in the Lunar Race if you were to stay at Moonshine. You shook your head, but you wanted to stay. So, who cares, I can’t stay and that’s the end of it! You started to breathe faster and more heavily and then you started to shake.
~And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight~
“I won’t cry.” The three words of pure resolve echoed through your head time and time again. Alas, they did no good whatsoever and the waterworks started. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you wept silently in surprise of yourself. You hadn’t cried since you were four years of age. Why now? Oh that’s right you were leaving the closest thing you had that you could call friends and maybe one who was a boyfriend. Yeah right! You laughed in spite of your fantasies and tears; not on his life would he even consider it. He was much too focused on collecting the teardrops. The tears continued to fall as the digital clock numbers changed again and again.
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Your alarm clock time changed to say six o’clock as you stared at it; it’d be dinnertime soon. You should start making your way down the stairs in a few minutes, you decided.
A knock sounded on your door as you hurriedly wiped the tears away, “Just a minute.” You shouted as you grabbed a stick of cover-up and rubbed some underneath your eyes. There was no way they were going to see you had been crying – whoever it was. You finished your quick makeover job and hobbled towards the door.
Opening it, you saw the last person you’d expect to see. Heck you had figured it would be Nozomu or Akira, you would even settle for the Princess but never him. “Misoka?”
“You need to come down for dinner.” He stated as you smirked to some extent at him.
“Need to?” Your eyes widened as you grinned slightly. Why ever would I ‘need to’? You wondered curiously to yourself.
“Yes, we have something we all need to discuss.” Really, now this added a new twist onto things, wonder what it is? You thought as your grin disappeared and you nodded solemnly.
~Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster~
“Good. I have something I need to tell you five.” You answered as Misoka gave you an ambiguous look. So you had even the great Misoka wondering; this evening was getting more exciting by the second. Ouch – and more painful; you currently remembered your side wound as you went to lean on the doorframe. Your sprained ankle was no help either; it hurt more with every step you took.
You walked slowly but kept up a stone cold façade. No way would you let Misoka see you in pain; that would just be too humiliating after ignoring his order to sit down. A few minutes after walking down the hallway, which did turn out to be easier than the last time as you knew what kind of pain to expect. You turned to Misoka, “Go on without me, I’ll be down there in ten.”
Misoka said only one thing in reaction, “We don’t have ten minutes.” He offered you his hand as you thought for a moment and then took it. Misoka placed his arm around your right shoulder in support as you both started to walk again and this time it was surprisingly easier and surprisingly less painful.
You descended the double staircase with ease and for some odd reason Misoka didn’t seem to mind helping you at all. You thought he would’ve been at least a little annoyed at the disadvantage you were causing. But no, he just continued to walk (as if it was an everyday routine) and his body heat radiated onto you and you relaxed a little. Even if you had been wrong about him once, it didn’t mean that Misoka Asagi was different than you had first made him out to be: stoic, calm, cool, and generally too focused (in your opinion).
~And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster~
You reached the last stair as you prepared for the pain to hit your ankle as Misoka let go. It didn’t happen. He never let go; you both just kept walking. You would have fallen over in shock, had it not been for your ankle and various other injuries – not to mention the fact that Misoka was still holding onto you steadily. You reached the dining room as you sniffed the air silently; Akira was cooking that was for sure. You suppressed the urge to smile, you shouldn’t. Not now, not here. You were about to leave Moonshine for good and you wanted to smile because of Akira’s cooking. No, that wasn’t right, you wanted smile because Akira Yamabuki made you smile. Well, he made everyone smile; only Misoka was immune to it – does he ever smile? The question hit you like a load of bricks and realization hit you. Never in all the time you had known him had you seen Misoka smile…how odd that you only chose to notice it now.