Title: The Sound of Solitude: Accompaniment
Author: Girl Who Writes
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Setsuna Meioh/Sailor Pluto
Word Count: 325
Summary: Setsuna never offered any particulars about her duties either; just an enigmatic smile and the occasional riddle-clue when trouble appeared.
Notes: For the October round of SMFFC at livejournal, I wrote several Setsuna ficlets - the angsty, the dramatic, the silly and the downright confusing. Since they are all done and finished, I will now be promptly uploading them :D And now I will get on with finishing fics I have promised to finish :) I hope you enjoy these.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.
Few people had ever asked her about the Time Stream, about the tasks set before her in her duty as Time Guardian. Maybe it was because she wasn't known for giving straight answers, or that talking about the fourth dimension, a metaphysical plane, confused many people.
Maybe it was preconceived ideas about Time and Space, about the duty that Pluto held.
Setsuna never offered any particulars about her duties either; just an enigmatic smile and the occasional riddle-clue when trouble appeared. There were no stories of the past, no jokes made. Just a look in her eyes, a look that was sad and knowing, perhaps even accepting for her place in the world. Perhaps she was protecting them from the solitude and grief that came with the duty at the Gates of Time – the people she cut down for seeking out the Gates; the times she has had to step in and erase incidents, choices, places and even people for want of a happy – a specific - future.
But to Setsuna, her temporal sense was a secret – something she didn't want to share; something she wanted to keep all to herself.
Time did not flow in a truly linear fashion, especially with her sixth sense of time and space. Tiny threads of time flowed and twisted around each other, almost singing as things evolved and changed. The most perfect music in the world; the notes of grief and unhappiness low and almost shadowing everything else; the strands of happiness and pleasure high and pretty but never dominating.
There were no words for what it truly sounded like; no way for her to explain it – it wasn't heard or seen, but simply there, in the back of her mind.
She had been born as the Senshi of Pluto, Guardian of Time and Space; underneath the burden and responsibility, there was the most perfect, complete concert, which always accompanied her, never ending and always reassuring.