Angel of Twilight

By: Liewe

Standard disclaimers apply, please don’t sue, I own nothing other than this little vignette, the characters belong to Sunrise and Bandai respectively.

Author’s Note: This was given to me to write as a challenge by Midii Une, her requirements were that it be 1000 words or less and it had to focus on the pairing of the character Midii Une and Zechs Merquise (Milliardo Peacecraft) This fic currently stands at 739 words.  I think I met the challenge don’t you?

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A young woman knelt before the granite headstone, marking Zechs Merquise’ place of rest.  A bouquet of wild flowers rested in her bronzed hands.  Her head was bowed in respect and in grief for the man who had passed onto the next life, his time passed.  Her eyes were obscured from the world, by dark lenses, her tears hidden from view.

“Zechs,” the young woman whispered as she placed the bouquet on the grass, it’s violet color adding a sense of royalty to the scene.

“I can still here your first words to me, even after all these years.  I was barely twelve years old, and a novice in the spy game.  I can still hear your whispered words of love, which in my heart, that of a fifteen year old girl at the time, I believed.  I still believe those words, but in a different sense of the word now.” The woman said, her voice clear, and tinged with sorrow.

“But when we first met, you said come with me.  You were standing by that lamppost, and the yellowed lamplight was casting this heavenly glow, and you looked like a Grecian god.  My answer was already given that night, and I joined you and Oz.  A place I had always vowed to avoid.” She shook her head ruefully, her short platinum locks brushing her pale tear stained cheeks.

“During the end of the war, I was lost without you.  Your actions baffled me, you had fought for peace, yet you desired to destroy the Earth.  But in those lost few moments, it was all made painfully clear to me, and the rest of the world.  We only had to realize that peace was worth having, that all the blood spilled had been spilled for a cause so worthy, that none should begrudge it’s price.” She paused, looking up towards the azure sky, a hand moving to remove the dark lenses.  Tears shone in her dark gray eyes, tears of pain and of hope.

She fingered the badge which adorned her jackets breast pocket, the name which it bore unfamiliar to her.  It was hers yet it was not.  She was merely Midii Une, not Midii Une-Merquise, but it was in tribute to the man, which had guided her through her troubled and short life.  It spoke the truth of her heart, not the truth of reality, a truth that no one needed to know.  She was once Midii Une, an ex-Alliance spy, turned Oz officer, and now she was a peace officer, a Preventer, working side by side with war heroes of immeasurable valor.

“In your name,” she whispered, moving to rise, “I will fight for peace, and a future for the world as you so wished for.”  She rose from the ground, subconsciously brushing the dirt from her knees as she looked out upon the rows and rows of granite and stone a testament against the heavy price of war.  A sense of calm availed her as she left the sanctuary of the graveyard.

Her lithe form disappeared over the horizon with the sun, her last words lingering on the still sea air.  Another forms whispered words lost to her.

“It is as I wished,” the figure, a man with a long flowing flaxen man and startling ice blue eyes, whispered as he stepped from the shadows.  In his hand he held a platinum braid, her hair his mind whispered softly.  He ran gentle fingers over the platinum length, as her figure appeared in his minds eye, the way she had once been with her laughing gray eyes, and soft smile.  And the woman she was now, with her short platinum hair blowing in the sea breeze, the snug fit of her Preventers jacket, and the sorrowful hope in her deep gray orbs. 

“I give you this, the one thing that is truly mine to remember me by,” she had sorrowfully said as she pressed the coiled braid in his limp hands.  Tears falling from her dark lashes as they shared one last good bye before the war would separate them forever.  Her warmth was lost to him, now and forever.  Years ago, before they had met he had made a promise to another, and his oath could never be broken.  Theirs was a love forbidden, and best forgotten.  But he could never forget her.  Forever would he, Zechs Merquise, remember her, his angel of the twilight.

~The End