http://clampfix.fanworks.net/ss-fix/fate1.txt </head><body><pre>hihi!!! Here you are...I suppose I better post this beast... ^_^ wow! my second Subaru and Seishirou ficcie! Yay! I don't really have that many warnings for this chapter...the lyrics are from Ani Difranco's "What if No One's Watching?" From her album, "Imperfectly". Ani is a goddess! And CLAMP owns Subaru and Seishirou...however, Angel Miri is *my* muse...and Fate is an original character...enjoy! Also, I'd like to thank my wonderful beta reader/ editor/ all around smart guy Johann Chua! Without his help, I'd be lost..and would have lots of stupid mistakes. Lotsa chocolate-covered bishoujos to you!! ^_^ ~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~Fate~*~ part 1: What if no one’s Watching presented by Miriya Valentine dragon_nataku@yahoo.com Life is, in itself, an irony. And by that self-same token, perhaps it can be assumed that God is also an irony, a beautiful and awesome paradox. God is portrayed as a loving parent, stern disciplinarian, and merciful lord, offering holy salvation to those who would seek it. And it is through that love and discipline that God teaches the lessons one must learn, in the end taking those who are righteous to live in that heavenly realm... But what happens when a force as strong as Destiny chooses her time to strike, recklessly swaying the chances for someone to attain that long-sought salvation? What happens when there is no choice, no innocence to lose? Can Fate be as kind as she is cruel? Always, *always* there must be the balance...and Fate, it may seem, has a most interesting sense of irony as well. ~*~*~*~*~*~ ~and I think, what if no one's watching what it when we're dead, we're just dead what if it's just us down here what if god ain't looking down what if he's looking up instead~ ~*~*~*~*~*~ "What you ask of me is most unusual, angel...even for you." Fate smiled mischievously, twirling a strand of iridescent, pearl-like hair thoughtfully around a slender finger. To a mortal, she seemed no more than thirteen or fourteen--but she had ageless eyes, perhaps even more so than the red-haired angel before her. "But Fate... 'tis not fair--nor is it right. Their lives were destroyed long before they were born..." "So?" The white-haired girl giggled, "aren't there so many like that? What differences does *this* case make?" The angel ruffled her wings in exasperation. "Because, for one, I have been here but a little while, and for another, I've encountered them both during my watching, and for the sake of returning a favor, I wish to help them. Does that satisfy you?" Another giggle. "I know, Miri, your intentions are pure, as always...but Sakurazukamori is a damned man. What, with all the blood he's spilled in his somewhat short life...you want to admit that into the celestial gates?" "And you had nothing to do with that?" Miri snapped, lavender eyes flashing somewhat angrily. Fate bowed mockingly. "Ah, I am a fickle mistress, they say..." "But what in the hells were you thinking? Sending the soul bound even in *this* realm to the Sumeragi into the womb of Sakurazukamori? Are you trying to supercede the Master?" "Haven't you ever heard of Romeo and Juliet?" Fate asked innocently, "I just wanted to see if it would work outside of the stage." "How can I change it?" Miri asked abruptly. "You can't...unless I find it interesting enough to pursue." The angel's wings drooped in despair, Fate chuckling at her. "Now, now....don't get too dejected...you know how much I love a good game," green eyes lit up mischievously, "I know...for the sake of irony...how about a little bet? Mmm?" The angel's head raised. "The stakes being...?" "I've always wondered what would happen if the hunter were to indeed become the hunted...in an emotional sense, of course...For all fairness' sake, I'll give exactly one year, as stated by Sakurazukamori himself." "Sakurazuka..." Miri corrected absently. "One year, angel, to make the hunter and prey truly love each other, in every sense of the word. If you accomplish this, you will return with them both. But if not--if you fail to do this thing...your Fate will be the same as Sakurazukamori's. The angel stared. To lose the bet would be to lose their souls...."I accept." All traces of childishness left the younger-looking spirit's face, an almost cruel glint in her eye. "So be it." Her voice was quiet, and terrible. "Speak nothing of these terms, angel...and have fun..." with one last giggle, Fate was gone. With a slight frown, the angel turned away, heaving a quiet sigh. //I believe in them...and I believe in the power of Love.// Another, a dark-haired angel, was soon at her side. So lost in thought, Miri didn't even notice until the stranger let out a quiet sigh. "Who are you?" Miri asked. The girl certainly looked familiar...perhaps from another life? She was dressed outrageously for an angel, nothing like the pristine white Miri wore. She giggled, dancing emerald eyes eternally sixteen, gleaming with the sense of promise and hope that never died within her... "My name is Sumeragi Hokuto. I've come to thank you for what you're doing for Seishirou-san...and my brother. I wish I had the courage to confront Fate like that..." "Hokuto?" Miri's lavender eyes widened in surprise and sudden recognition. "Hokuto Sumeragi...the one Sakurazuka killed so long ago. You know, I'd be lying if I said I'm not surprised you bear him no ill will. And I know that it was never in his hands..." Hokuto smiled, eyes flickering in remembrance. "Ah, yes...I knew it had to be done. I had no idea Fate's hold on their souls...and mine as well. How cruel she is...It should have been me to do this, Miri." Miri looked at her. "Nay, Hokuto...someone has to watch out for Subaru if we fail..." "...If we fail..." the dark-haired angel repeated quietly, emerald eyes clouding over momentarily, as if in secret fear. "Have faith in them, Hokuto," Miri whispered quietly, lifting her head to face the endless white that surrounded them, "it’s all we have. I’ll only be there to watch...it’s all up to them, now." "I do. I’ve always believed in them...Subaru-kun and Seishirou-san both. I know we’ll win." Hokuto’s voice was filled with a proud, quiet kind of wonder, and Miri realized exactly how much this vibrant young angel *did*. "Then they can have no better help. I must go, my friend...they’re waiting...and in one year’s time, we will all return to you...I’ll bring them both back to you. Until then..." Hokuto nodded. "Best of luck. I’ll be watching you all...goodbye..." The red-haired angel smiled, raising a hand in farewell to her companion...and was gone. ~*~ fin part 1 ~*~ So...did you like it? C & C, onegai! *snickers* I think it's gonna get dark...and I'll post more as soon as it comes back to me... Angel Miri: How nice of you to tone me down... me; *sighs* You're too rowdy. Angels are suppost'a be...well, serene, I guess. ^_~ Jaa~ ~miriya, pastor of muppets ===== list mistress Xfandom@egroups.com AIM: DoE Nataku Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors." ...if the measure of humanity is not based on appearance, but on the level of compassion and truth in the heart, it is wise to say he is perhaps the most human of all. ~From the FFVII fanfic "Nightmare" "who are you to save me from myself?" ~miriya valentine</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>