Title: Down the Barrel of a Gun
Author: Girl Who Writes
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Word Count: 253
Genre: Drama, Angst
Summary: Set during Episode 110. She wonders if there is anything beyond the barrel of the gun, anyone or anything that she can beg for forgiveness.
Notes: It's been awhile since I watched Episode 110, so I hope everything is correct. I'm enjoying writing Haruka at the moment :)
Disclaimer: The characters of Sailor Moon belong to Toei, Bandai and Naoko Takeuchi. I make no profit from this fan-based venture.
She wonders if there is anything beyond the barrel of the gun, anyone or anything that she can beg for forgiveness.
She cannot turn her head, see Michiru's cooling body beside her. What will happen to them now? Will they simply fade away, or be left here in some sort of grotesque tableau of where their mission, their duty lead them?
She had steeled herself against plucking the pure heart from an innocent; to leave a woman, a child, a boy as good as dead, stealing their humanity in order to save millions more and yet, when it is Michiru, so beautiful, she does not want to make the sacrifice. Why? Why did Michiru have to be so sweet and intelligent, graceful and gentle, when it was what brought her death?
Why couldn't Michiru have been her Messiah? To rescue and redeem; she was too good to be nothing more than a sacrifice, easily forgotten as time moved forward.
She felt tears on her cheek, and the exhaustion of defeat settled over her – her duty could almost be done, with the mirror glittering above Michiru, the talisman that perhaps laid within her own heart despite her doubt at her own purity, her own honor, and whether the illusive third talisman lay (she could only pray they would remain safe until the Messiah awoke.)
Three people had to die; perhaps it was best this way – no blood on her hands, no screams to haunt her or eyes staring up, silently pleading...
Good luck, Usagi.