Wednesday, June 7, 2006

   Part the 2nd: "Complexities"
LOL@6/6/06

It rained today. Which was a GOOD thing. xDDD

Ah well, yush. Here's my second piece from CW. This one was HEAVILY edited for class, as otherwise, it's obviously fanfiction. xDDDD And yeah. it was supposed to be "original" work, which yes, technically this stuff is...but I'm straying. Backstory here?

Ok, this is my least favorite piece, but it's still ok I think. Heavy on dialogue (*squees* what we all know Megumi uses too much of), and is more...risque...? Not really, but it does talk about STDs. But yeah, ok: Mikaela has a chat with King Mickey, about some of her more mysterious "complexities", namely, her "Trinity Heart Complex".

(THC is MY FUCKING IDEA. So I'd like it if people DON'T FUCKING STEAL IT. *grin*)

Enjoy then, =D.

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“So…you do know that this is probably the worst place to have this conversation, right? Seriously, it’s not a good place for this. No offense, Your Highness, but really...”

Mikaela raised an eyebrow, looking at her companion in a skeptical way. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, and bit her lower lip, tasting her ever-present cherry-flavored lip gloss. “How are you so sure that we can have a normal conversation here? I mean...” She trailed off, searching for the right words. Instead, she bought herself some thinking time by waving a hand at the mouse standing in front of her. “You want to tell me the truth, about myself, right? But how much time do we need? A minute, an hour, a day? And how much time do we really have?” Her grey irises looked desperate in the clean light of the room, almost fading in with the whites of her eyes, the reflection was so strong. “You told me I needed to know this. Don’t tell me unless we have time. I beg of you, don’t tell me unless you can tell me the whole story. I deserve to hear the whole story.”

Mickey sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. But I don’t know. How much time we have all depends on the others.” He took Mikaela’s hand in his. “I can’t promise you anything, my dear, no matter how much I want to.” He looked wistful, sad, depressed even. “I don’t even know everything. You may never know the entire truth, no matter how long you, or anyone else, search.”

The girl let her gaze drop to the marble floor, tracing the pretty designs on the tiles, before nodding. “I...I understand,” she replied softly, her voice shaking. “I just...I’ve never known the truth. The actually truth. All I have are scattered memories, sometimes not even that. I don’t even have stories." Her eyes flashed in annoyance. "A shot memory...and this stupid tatoo." She rubbed a hand over her lower back, scowling. The tatoo, though she couldn't see it, was still there: three blue hearts, entwined, and topped with a gold crown.

"Look, King Mickey...I just want to know what this has been all about, why I’m here on this journey...and who I am. What does all this have to do with me, and what is my future should I continue on. That's all I want.”

The silence between the pair was cold. Mikaela shivered, the feelings from Hollow Bastion coming back to her in a flood. She wrapped her arms around herself, fighting back the memories. She wouldn't crumble, not now. She couldn't.

“If only I could tell you all of this.” The king sighed, blinking his large, black eyes. “You know I only know so much. The rest is up to you to find.” When Mikaela began to blink rapidly at these words, he rushed on. “That’s not to say that I don’t know anything. Come. Forget the present for now. Let’s talk about the past.”

"I'd rather not-"

"Not that past. I'm still so sorry it had to happen."

"I'll move on." The matter was closed.

Mickey nodded, before turning from Mikaela, to look across the hall. He pointed to a small set of chairs and a table that had appeared near the large silver door across the room. Pulling the girl along behind him, he pulled out a chair for her when they reached the table. “Let’s sit.”

Mikaela raised an eyebrow, tears forgotten at the sudden appearance at a table and two chairs in a once-empty hallway. “This place is stranger than Wonderland,” she muttered to herself, running her free hand through her hair. “I swear, I’ll never get used to all this magic business. I’m still not used to it, even after a few months! How you people stand it, I don’t think I’ll ever know..."

The king laughed, taking up a seat next to the young girl. “Your distaste for magic is funny, Mikaela. Because, after all, and in all reality, this story begins with magic.” He settled down in his chair, stippling his fingers under his chin. Mikaela copied him, but instead, she rested her head in her hands, elbows on the table.

“Really now?” She was curious; there was no sarcasm in her voice, a rare occurrence.

The king nodded, smiling. “Yes. A strong, deep, ancient magic, that’s become known as The Light.”

“And here we go.”

“Do you want to know?”

“Yes sir. Sorry.”

“Ok then. Now, settle down.

“Not very long ago, though it may seem to have been many years, all these many worlds we have come to know about were one. They were united, by a magical force- The Light. It was a strong, ancient magic, older than the world itself. No one knows what made it, or who once controlled it. It has simply always been there. Under this magic, the people of the world prospered. But, as you may know, there were those who wanted to disrupt the power of The Light. They wanted to harvest its powers for their own, and corrupt it, making it Dark and evil...a...shadow of its former self. And, by now, you should know that they did.” He looked solemn for a moment, collecting himself. “Those who wanted the power succeeded, after winning a great battle, and unlocked the secrets to The Light. The powers it contained were stressed, until they collapsed; The Light was destroyed, shattered, and the world was torn apart. Afterwards, The Light became lost, hidden, within the hearts of the pure.”

“Which is where I come in, right?” Mikaela leaned over the table, lounging on the smooth, cool surface. “Since I’m supposedly this ‘Trinity Heart’ thing, or whatever you call it, and it’s supposed to be the purest of the pure, or something...right? That’s what Ansem said, whenever I asked him about it.”

Mickey nodded. “Correct. While small pieces of The Light were buried in normal hearts, there were some pieces that became too large when they were broken up. These pieces were transformed into new souls, souls that, because of the transformation from metaphysical power to living, breathing humans, had immense power.”

Mikaela snorted. “Funny. What ‘powers’? As far as I can tell, I’m just an average teenage girl. With an unusual amount of strange things that happen around her, but that’s about it. And don’t even say my skill with the sword, as that’s just plain dumb luck half the time.” She cracked a smile and giggled, while the king shook his head.

“No. Not that kind of power. A deeper kind. But that’s not what we’re here to discuss. This is about your...complex. Your ‘Trinity Heart Complex’.”

“Huh?”

“Trinity Heart Complex.”

“Um...yeah, ok, about that...” Mikaela coughed slightly. “’Complex’. Makes it sound like a disease, doesn’t it?”

The king shrugged. “In a way, it is. This ‘complex’ is something you’re born with-“

“Like an STD?”

“No. Hush. It’s something that stays with you for life, and has no cure. So, yes, it is indeed like a disease. But really, it’s better than it seems.”

“I would hope so. Now, go on. I want to hear about this ‘like-gonaherpasyphilaids-but-not-really-“

Mickey blinked. He opened his mouth, paused at Mikaela's grin, and shook his head. "No. We're not even going to go there."

“Close enough, right?"

"I don't even want to know where you learned that word."

"Don't worry, it wasn't Cid this time. Anyway, point is, I want to hear what you’ve got to say, and-“

The black-haired girl stopped, stood up, and held up a hand to keep Mickey silent as well, her eyes widening. Turning back to the mouse still sitting at the table, she shuddered, gasping. “They’re here,” she whispered, her hand straying to her waist, where her sword hung in its scabbard. “Not good, not good. Shit, shit, shit-“

“Mikaela.”

“Sorry. Getting a hold on myself.” She breathed deeply, before removing her sword, the metal hissing softly. The long piece of delicate-looking metal glinted under the bright light of the room, the shine ominous, in a way. “Prepare yourself,” she muttered, shifting her weight slightly. She ground her boots against the smooth marble floor, her eyes narrowing. Beside her, the king did the same, preparing to call his weapon when needed. The pair stood silently, back to back, waiting.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It's become a sixth sense now, after...the incident."

A pause. The pair shifted again, lowering themselves into defensive stances.

“And know what, Mr. Royal Pants?”

A tense searching for words. “What?”

“After this, you better finish telling me that story.”

“If we-“

“Shut up. We will. Now, get ready. Here they come.”

~OWARI~

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Ok, so no real depth into the THC thing. *giggle* It IS a teaser, afterall. Yes, Mikaela is eluding to something bad that happened in Hollow Bastion following her kidnapping. (This part takes place a few weeks after "Looking-Glass".) I'll let you ponder it until the rest of the story is put up. xDDD But yush, there's the second piece.

Oh. And the term "gonaherpasyphilaids" is curtosy of my friend from CW, Gerard. It's a term given to skanks, as to what they carry around down below. *insane giggles*

Love,
-Megumi
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