Story takes place after chapter 129.

Ever since Tabitha was cut down and had that mini conversation with Galatea, I've been obsessed with MiriaxTabi. So I decided to write a fic about it. Now, I'm still not sure if I'll keep this as a one-shot, or continue it. Input would be nice!

I hope you enjoy!

After having returned to Rabona, the claymores had one week to prepare for Cassandra's attack. Miria was overwhelmed by the amount of responsibility on her shoulders. She felt as though she was back in Pieta. Everyone could see this. The usually composed Miria had been occasionally raising her voice to these women as though they were mere children. They ignored it because they assumed their captain was just anxious and worried, just like them. The only person who couldn't, was Tabitha.

She went over to Miria's room on the second night and knocked gently. Miria had sensed Tabitha's presence long before the latter knocked.

"Come in."

Tabitha opened the door and walked in.

Miria was sitting in front of an empty desk, as though staring into space.

"You know...In the past..."

Miria turned around to look at Tabitha who had begun to speak.

"I was told by the people around me that claymores were monsters who had no feelings and who cut down everything in their path..."

Miria got up and walked towards Tabitha.

'"Those people clearly haven't met you." She continued.

"You flatter me."

She said plainly not sure why.

"I do."

Tabitha admitted strangely enough to which Miria couldn't help but laugh.

Tabitha smiled at this. Miria wasn't like Helen who always had a smile on her face. Her captain barely showed a smile and that is why Tabitha was happy.

Miria stopped laughing and spoke up.

"Cassandra should be here around this time tomorrow...Tabitha, you don't have to be here..."

"What are you talking abo-'"Miria raised her hand to stop her from talking.

"I cut you down. You have no reason to be here. You should hate me and resent me."

Tabitha walked closer to Miria until their faces were mere inches apart.

"You saved us. If it weren't for you, we'd all be dead at Pieta. You gave us 7 extra years. And not only that, you also saved future generations from suffering like us..."

Tabitha gulped "...Miria," she whispered. It was a first to call her captain by her name like that.

"My life belongs to you. If you wish for me to die, I will die. If you wish for me to live, I will live. However, don't you dare tell me to leave; because, even if you cut me down 200 times, I will never leave your side."

Miria looked at her surprised.


Tabitha decided. Now or never, she thought.

She slowly placed her hand on Miria's cheek and began to close the distance between them, until Miria spoke.

"Your loyalty is commendable..."

Tabitha stopped a few centimeters away. She distanced herself a bit and spoke quietly, as she looked at the floor.

"Loyalty...This is more than that..."

"Hmm? I didn't hear you."

How could you not? Liar. You're a claymore. Your hearing is supposed to be superb. Tabitha thought, somewhat annoyed.

She turned around and began to walk out.

"It's nothing. Have a good night captain." She said as she left the room.

Once the door was closed, her back to it, she fell to her knees. She wasn't sure if it was because of what she did or because of how things turned out. But she wanted to cry. Tabitha felt like crying.

Foot steps. Someone was coming up the stairs. Before Tabitha could recompose herself, a gentle yet slightly teasing voice spoke up.

"Well...It feels like she cut you down again. "

"Very funny..."

"Why didn't you just tell her?"

Tabitha got up and walked towards the stairs. She didn't want to have this conversation.

"At least answer the question."

"Because I probably won't survive this fight."


"Don't Tabitha me. I will not let anything happen to her. Even if it means I have to die."

She slowly began going down the stairs and added "Please, Galatea. Please, let me do this."

"Your feelings won't mean anything if you're dead!"

Galatea raised her voice. She usually wasn't one to interfere in other people's lives, however when these people were the same she considered family, she could not sit back and do nothing: especially when the situation revolved around a certain number 31.


"I don't want to hear it, Galatea."

Tabitha's words were final. She walked down the stairs to join the others.

As Galatea watched her go, the door Tabitha was in front of a moment ago slowly opened. No one got out.

But that did not stop Galatea who spoke very clearly.

"You don't deserve her."

Thanks for reading~

As I was writing this, I came to realize that Claymore fics are generally harder to write compared to other series, probably given not a lot of characterization is given to the cast, which is a clear shame.

Anyways, reviews are most appreciated. Please let me know if I should continue or not.