AN: The last part is finally here, and the battle has begun. I
don't really know if this was a very good series or not, so you
can just tell me after you read. Thanks.
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Purple fires stained in the hue of brutality's spite that glowed
as it shrouded the child in their haze--his wings already including
such addenda as scales and concave razors of a dragon's shell--now
became encrusted with charring scorches from hell's domain as
its flames licked at the essence with a hunger only vanquished
by the feast upon integrity. His screams echoed throughout the
vacancy, eliciting painful moans of anguish and withheld passion
even from the jowls of the lizards that fought for this incarnation,
and the angels' dirge came together in a choir of blissful harmony
to shatter the nocturne dancing upon the wind in its lament by
the devastation of righteousness. Relena cowered to the ground
in her despair, covering her ears and letting the streams trail
along her apparition to intensify her glisten, and whispered into
the chaos every prayer and psalm that came into mind--chanting
it with sincerity in maturity beyond her years.
Slowly, so much anticipation hovering in the darkness that the
wait for the clearing seemed almost tedious, the mist began to
subside, and out from its depths came the vile specter of Heero
Yuy--the fangs that now hung from his orifice dripping with saliva
that dissipated the ground once it fell upon the surface, steam
and an acidic fragrance perfuming the air as he spread his mouth
to growl in approval to his new shape.
All of the creatures in the room stepping back to his majesty--relaying
their subordination--, Lilo approached the demon and scoured his
form with a victory for his soon to be triumph, and let a cackle
escape from his throat, saying, "Finally, you have come to
remember all of your former glory, and now it is time to seek
vengeance on the one who tried to keep you encaged in that state
of weakened purity and virtue, only looking for her own gain."
Lilo then turned his head toward Relena, who hugged herself for
comfort at the sight before her, and bellowed, "It is her,
my brother! She is the one who sought to destroy you and keep
your faults for her own grandeur! It is now time for you to embrace
your destiny and put her soul to rest once and for all... with
my guidance to assist you!"
With a piercing shriek from the fallen angel in response--his
eyes blazing with ferocity through possession--, Heero jumped
on the manifestation's back, riding him as his horse for the curse
upon the daughter of heaven's realm, and began to circle his prey
with a desire, a craving to taste her shimmer upon his tongue
in the sweet nectar of conquest.
"No Heero, please, don't do this my love!" Relena cried
as he plunged toward her--a long, jagged sword whose hilt strangled
his fingers to keep in tight circulation and grasp aimed at what
would be her heart--, his blade shining through the blackened
aura.
As she threw her arms over her breasts in an instinctive move
to fight back the coming strike, she felt herself being lifted
from the floor and the friction of motion against the stillness
allowed her tresses to cascade along the breeze tingling her soul.
Upon opening her eyes, she found herself seated upon a mare whose
mane created of dove's feathers in its softened down pranced across
her cheek, and the sparkling tendrils of its wings clothed the
animal in its own grace of held illusion--this child now having
her own companion to battle against the wicked with her. Looking
down at herself, Relena noticed she was now dressed in garments
of snow-traced lake, the shower still gradually falling upon her
strands to coat her splendor and blush in a sheet of ice for protection,
and along her bodice and shoulders were the feathers from swans,
which used their minuet to give her strength and courage to resist
this malevolence toward the heavens.
Before Relena could say anything in question to these transformations,
the pegasus looked back at her rider in confidence and said, "Don't
worry child, I'll stay with you until the end! God does not abandon
His children, and I will therefore not desert you! It is time
for you to right this wrong with your innocence and enable Heero
to return back to his former self! The only thing I can give you
for this quest is this mirror to the soul."
As her words resounded through the hush, a beam of light and falls
of stars and the constellations surrounding the wonder, a shield
appeared--its frame molded of crystal and diamonds at God's hand
by His love for humanity and all of creation--, and its center
a looking glass that could show only truth within the spirit--therefore
reflecting back all evil for the malice to gander in terror at
its true self, allowing only beauty to remain unscathed by its
prowess.
The young girl took the barrier in her arms, and murmured to the
horse in gratitude, "Thank you Olinara, thank you for transforming
into this mythical creature of hope to help me... and thanks for
the weapon. I'll get Heero back, and I'll win this fight... I
promise." Her eyes softened in sincerity, and a determination
from an profound origin--unless you believe in miracles--came
about her being, showing the Holy Trinity and all its might behind
her duty to accompany a blessing.
Sadly though, this tender moment was cut short by a radical beam
of blue light that was kept at bay by a fog encircling the tinge
that was hurled toward the pair, Olinara barely being able to
flitter out of the way before the sorcery collided with their
enchantment.
"Don't try to run away my little angel!" Heero called
out as a hunter to the chased as he continued to pursue his target
to rid his intentions of her immaculacy. "Your resistance
is futile, and I'll catch you sooner or later," he continued
to laugh amidst the shadows upon jolting his steer's head and
turning back around to charge them once again.
All that could be heard by those unfortunate enough, perhaps,
to witness this battle were the reverberations of Heero's maniacal
snorts and the terrified shrieks of his lady in waiting waltzing
across the silence of their venue...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh Relena, Heero... you guys just have to pull through,
you just have to," Hilde sobbed as she clutched Relena's
hand--cold and limp as a glacier awaiting its fall into the ocean's
depths--, relying on all of the faith she had been taught from
childhood of God and His magnificence.
"Hilde, it's gonna be okay... everything's going to be fine,"
Duo comforted her, taking her into his arms and resting her head
upon his chest for reassurance.
"But what if it's not okay, Duo?" Noin spat at him in
her hopeless frame of mind, just grasping onto Milliardo's shirt
and holding it for dear life. "What then, huh? What then?"
"Miss Noin, I don't know what's goin' on here, but I do know
that we just need to keep hope alive; or nothin's gonna work,"
Duo replied, sneering at Lucretzia's comment before.
Just as Noin was about to say something to counter his rejoinder,
Hilde looked into the room's mirrors--her eyes blank and devoid
of all sensation--, and stuttered, "Guys... guys... these
things around this room, they're all just mirrors, right?"
"Yeah Hilde, why?" Sally asked, preoccupied with taking
Heero's pulse-rate again and checking Relena's breathing.
"Well, then why are Heero and Relena in the mirror, fighting
with a dragon and a pegasus?"
"What?" everyone in the room questioned at once, their
eyes widening in disbelief at the scene playing out before them.
Another ray of black magic spiraled before Relena and her mare
as she held up her shield and blocked the witchery with one touch
to the glass--the dim lightening crashing upon the stainless plane
to conflict with radiance and the crystal's resplendence--, it
bounding back towards Heero and his steed with blind fury--Heero
slicing through the beam with his sword and went on to fire another
at the girl.
It went on like this, back and forth with Heero firing his power
and Relena combating it with her own, retreating to every end
of the nothingness trying to cast each other into piles of ash,
just hoping for a resolution to this war.
"Why is Miss Relena fighting with Heero?" Dorothy questioned
as she turned from the sight and looked upon Relena's virtually
dead corpse and Heero's suffering upon the twin beds.
"Well, from the looks of it," Trowa began, "it
seems like Heero's become the bad guy, and Relena's doing her
best to stop him."
"But why... it doesn't make any sense," Wufei muttered
as he stood in the corner, watching the collisions intently.
"Actually Wufei, it does make SOME sense," Quatre said
in rebuttal. "Haven't you noticed how strangely they've been
acting lately? I'm guessing that these mirrors are graphically
depicting for us the intrapersonal conflict they have been and
are still experiencing."
"Okay, but if that's true... then how can either one of them
win, if souls are perpetual?" Catherine asked, staring at
Quatre with amazement as to his perception to the enigma.
"I... I don't know," He said defeated, casting his eyes
down--not able to look at the battle anymore.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"No!" Relena screamed as Heero's shot tore the shield
from her grasp, causing it to fall to the ground where the rest
of the demons tampered with the mystical charm through their curiosity--Olina
watching in gloom as she saw it plummet to the floor.
Heero towered over her, cackling as he saw the expression of dread
adorn her countenance, and spat to her along the bleak terrain,
"It's over princess! There's nothing you can do now to escape
me, so you might as well just make it easier on the both of us
and give up!"
"Why Heero... why are you doing this to me?" Relena
called out to him as he speared Olinara through her chest, causing
the horse to rear through her instinct to the pain and drop to
the ground, forever to lay in her own restless desires through
her defeat--she disappearing in a flash of glitter just before
making contact with the surface.
As Relena, too, began to descend from her flight, Heero caught
her in his arms and began to crush her in his very hands, eliciting
whimpers and moans of agony from the torment he dared to put his
beloved through.
"P-please Heero! You said you loved me, you said you would
never let any harm come to me. But now I see it was all just a
lie... why... why?" she said weakly as he could feel his
contact with her glisten burn her through and through, the glow
of majesty that surrounded her in all its hallow consecration
now dispersing beneath his caustic touch. "I wish you could
come back to me, so serene and full of remorse as you were before.
I prayed that I could help you, Heero, I really did, but your
hatred is greater than my love," she sobbed, a lone tear
falling from her lashes as she choked on her words.
The bead fell from cupping her chin in its solace, to console
her from the appending demise to soon commence, and splashed upon
his cruelty regarding his infliction unto her, his eyes widening
in recognition to her brightness against his darkened ghost in
bondage of wickedness's chains in his restraint.
With a heightened flash, the pale blue of his eyes--a sign of
the devil's embedding into one's heart--transmuted from such tinge
back into the clear hint of the midnight celesta, his sparkle
as the stars to illuminate any part of his desperation--the beautiful
Prussian that hypnotized even her soul.
"Relena, my darling... what have I done to you?" he
pleaded as he saw how burned and tattered she had become just
lying in his arms, her beauty of purity through angel's kiss almost
completely void within her blush.
He began to caress her cheek, kissing her tresses as they fell
upon her face to hide her tears from his sight, and he too began
to cry--her dying essence dependent on the strength, which his
embrace may provide for her spirituality. The waters came flooding
forth and lapped his aura, melting the venomous sinew around his
face to reveal his once faint glow of translucent wonder that
only a cherub can withhold--he ignoring all of the former chaos
he had insinuated.
"What's wring with you, sibling? Are you getting soft on
me now, just because of this little girl's tears? You're weak...
you've always been vulnerable to those trickles, but I'll put
a stop to that once and for all!" the serpent beneath him
hissed as a violet shade came from above, swallowing the two lovers
in their bind--the possession among Heero's orbs becoming resurrected
to its full merit, and jerking Relena away from his hold. "Now,
misguided one, stab her and she will never bother you again!"
With one quick thrust, the saber cut through her spirit--sacred
waters spilling from the wound in waterfalls clothed in spectrums
of lust--and sliding the blade out from within her, pushed her
onto the ground--she void of all shimmer and luminescence after
the impalement, feathers from the surrounding angels the only
pillow to rest her head.
"Finally, it is done! You have done well, and the Prince
of Darkness will surely be pleased with your feats," Lilo
assured him as he looked down at the apparition of the now sleeping
maiden.
As Lilo began to chant in verses that told of only success in
this realm of Heero's body, the young boy tuned the sword that
the hilt pointed straight up, and drove the spear right into the
dragon's back, causing the beast to cry out in pain and writhe
from the betrayal.
The animal bucked and roared in his agony, making sure all the
world knew of his anguish, and with one last vow, "You will
pay for your deception... traitor..." the semblance of evil
fell into his "death," hopefully to never be woken again.
It was now only Heero standing victorious on the demon's back,
tears once more falling from his eyes as he looked at the girl
he had so loved, and killed out of that same affection. Slipping
the blade out of the dragon's flesh, he jumped down from its back
and walked over to the woman--taking her into his arms and rocking
her gently in his devotion to her love, everlasting.
As he turned to trod away, Relena still entangled within his yearnings,
another angel, she having the appearance of a young girl--her
red pigtails bounding up and down as she ran over to him--, said,
"My dearest friend, although all seems lost, nothing is impossible
with God's grace to heal."
He just stared at the little seraphim, unsure of her words, when
she continued, "I can help you be with her, but it's very
risky. As you know," she went on to say, "a spirit cannot
die, but she is in deep sleep by the salvation of God's hand at
your merciless deed. However, I can put you to sleep with her,
and you will forever be in sweet dreams intertwined until your
souls awaken... but that could be a very long time. Your bodies
of flesh and blood on Earth will still be alive, but they will
sleep along with your souls... agelessly for however long it takes
for you both to revive--you will awaken once she does. Do you
wish to do as I have offered you?" she asked him, her eyes
filled with the sorrow she knew his heart was experiencing at
her choice given to him.
"Yes," he whispered, and with a wave of her arm, the
two specters were transported to the long-fleeting Garden of Eden,
forever to sleep in this portrait of eternal sanction and beauty
until their souls could come together in union of their bliss--contentment
glowing from their faces as they dream of fantasies with them
forever, always, perpetual in their love.
The roses, which surrounded their hearts, sheltered them from
intense eye by a reflection's power to reveal the truth, the morning
dew of the dawn of their wake kissing the flora as fairies danced
along the petals--a legendary wonderland for two souls so torn
apart by destiny and fate, that rest is a welcomed option for
their harmony.
The angels guard them in their rest, and their friends guard them
in their life...
AN: Phew, finally it's finished. To tell you guys the truth, I
thought I really sucked out with this series, because I really
don't think it was very good. I don't know. Tell me what you think
about it, and I guess I could write a sequel to it if you really
want me to. Thanks everyone, and sorry about the ending... at
least it was a happy/sad ending this time.