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thirtyforthree for Kira Sakuya/Mudo Setsuna/Mudo Sara from Kaori Yuki's Angel Sanctuary. There will be spoilers in nearly every theme -- given the characters, it's nearly impossible to avoid them! -- and a lot of potentially objectionable content. This is because the source manga has a lot of potentially objectionable content. If incest squicks you, or you know you'll be bothered by some strange and/or negative interpretations of Judeo-Christian theology, you're probably better off not reading these stories.
With that said...
Theme: #10 - Rent
Warnings: spoilers!
Note: This ficlet is set just a few months pre-manga, in late March or early April of 1999. I am assuming, despite their almost total lack of canon interaction, that Sara and Kira were friends of sorts, though not nearly as close to each other as Setsuna was to either of them. (This is based on the familiarity of their brief interaction in vol. 1, and the way Sara instinctively denies, much later on, that Kira would ever betray Setsuna -- to me, that implies that she knows and trusts him.)
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The Transient and the Eternal: Rent
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He'd started out trying to watch over Alexiel -- with no guardian angel keeping him away, maybe this time he could keep her life from spiraling into a tragedy. He'd meant to keep his distance, to be around but not involved -- his pact with Kira Sakuya required him to be the sort of person Alexiel was better off staying away from. He'd wanted to stay objective, as much as possible.
Setsuna and Sara had thoroughly derailed his plans.
Kira slouched on a park bench, watching Sara from the corner of his eye, and waited for Setsuna to come back with ice cream. It was a beautiful spring day -- blue sky, gentle breeze, cherry blossoms just past their peak -- but neither Mudo seemed to appreciate the weather or the rare freedom of a whole weekend together. Setsuna was moping and avoiding his sister, and Sara was twitchy and constantly distracted.
Objectively, he should be happy they were having trouble. If they stopped seeing each other, even these once a month visits, then Setsuna might have a chance of finding a new love, one that wasn't a crime and a sin to consummate. Sara would probably be better off too.
Subjectively, his friends were miserable, and it was driving him crazy.
Sometimes humanity sucked.
Time for yet another intervention. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were a speed addict hungry for a fix," Kira said, turning a page. Organic chemistry was boring as fuck all, but he'd promised to learn stuff, and it was fun to watch his teachers blow their gaskets wondering why their top student was such a lowlife, or wondering how a thug could ace their tests.
Sara twitched again. "I'm fine! I just have a big test on Monday, that's all."
Kira hummed noncommittally, without looking up from his book. "What subject? I'm free all day -- I can tutor you. Setsuna can sit around and look decorative, or keep us supplied with snacks."
"No, no, it's fine, you don't need to-- I'm just being silly," Sara said, twisting her fingers. She plastered a sincere expression onto her face, complete with big, shining eyes. Setsuna would have capitulated in a heartbeat.
"Liar," Kira said. "Something's eating you, and it's about your brother. Spill."
Sara scowled and smacked his shoulder. "I hate you, Kira -- don't you know you're supposed to let a woman keep her secrets? You're so rude."
"I never said I wasn't. But you and Setsuna are driving me crazy with your shit, and I'm sick of it. If you give up on each other, your mom wins. Do you want that?"
Sara smacked him again. This time he noted his page number, shut the book, and reached back along the bench to poke her arm. "Don't start with me -- Setsuna will kill me if I hurt you, but last time I checked, tickling doesn't count as assault..." He threw in a leer for good measure.
"Cheater." Sara pouted, elaborately, and then slumped back against the wooden slats of the bench. "I'm just worried, that's all. Oniichan and I only get to meet once a month -- or twice, if you kidnap me, and thanks for doing that, by the way -- and now he's getting all funny about seeing me, and he won't hug me or smile at me, and I'm afraid he doesn't like me anymore. I'm afraid Mother will take me away from Tokyo and I'll never see him again. Even if I stay here, I'm afraid he's going to run away once he graduates high school. And I don't want to lose him. I can't lose him -- I'll die!"
The sheen in her eyes threatened to spill over as tears. Kira sighed, and handed her a tissue.
He hated playing comforter -- it went against all his inclinations -- but selective application of blunt truths could occasionally work just as well as a shoulder to cry on. "Setsuna still likes you, I promise. He's just trying to protect you; he thinks it'll be easier for you to have your own life if he doesn't remind you of how things used to be." Which was all true, if carefully phrased. Setsuna had decided that his love was unrequited, and that Sara was a pure innocent who needed to be sheltered from his lust. How he'd reached that conclusion, when it was obvious that Sara was just as infatuated with him as he was with her, was beyond Kira, but then, the finer points of human emotions still eluded him.
"So he will leave. I knew it." Sara scrubbed at her eyes, and then blew her nose, loudly, with a noise like a duck begging for scraps.
Kira handed her another tissue. It was pathetic that this sort of thing was getting common enough that he'd remembered to buy a little pocket pouch of them before dropping by Setsuna's house -- pathetic, annoying, and wrong. For one second, he wished he could bend his pride enough to pray that someone would produce a miraculous solution to all their problems.
But he wouldn't trust any being with the power to twist fate, and anyway, there was no solution that would make everyone happy. That was how Uriel's curse worked. Tragedy was inevitable.
Kira sighed again, and dropped his hand on Sara's shoulder. "He won't go anywhere without you," he said as she tried to blot mascara off her cheeks. "Maybe he's stupid enough to try, but I won't let him get away with it."
Yeah, it was all going to end badly, but that was no reason to roll over and act like a good little puppy, dancing on God's leash. He'd be damned first.
"Do you promise?" asked Sara.
"Sure. Now give me the tissue and let me clean you up before Setsuna gets back. You shouldn't wear so much crap on your face anyway -- it just makes you look fake, not pretty."
"Takako wore makeup," Sara muttered as Kira brushed off a smear with his thumb.
"True. And Takako was Setsuna's girlfriend," Kira said, agreeably. "Takako was also a stupid bitch with a heart as rotten as that goopy black scum you get in bathroom drains. Do you really want to imitate her?"
"You're such a jerk, Kira," Sara said, but there was nothing but fond amusement in her voice now -- no nervous quaver left -- and Kira chalked up another job well done.
Then Setsuna came back with the ice cream. Within one minute he scowled at Kira for touching Sara, remembered that he wasn't supposed to be possessive about her, stammered awkwardly when Sara asked what had taken him so long, dropped his ice cream, and sank into a heap of black misery on the far end of the bench. Which neatly punctured Sara's good mood and left them right back where they'd started.
Time for a cigarette. There was no other way to stay sane around this much melodrama.
"Oniichan? Are you all right?" Sara peered worriedly around Kira's shoulder as he flicked open his lighter. "Hey, Kira, fix him -- you promised!"
Kira blew a long stream of smoke into the crisp spring air. Yes, much better -- the nicotine was mostly psychosomatic for him, but he liked the burning sensation of smoke in his lungs and throat. It was oddly familiar, and somehow calming.
After another drag, Kira looked judiciously at Setsuna. "I said I'd keep him from leaving. He only runs when he's scared or pissed off -- this looks like sulking to me, and that usually keeps him pretty stationary. Fix him yourself."
"Hey!" Setsuna and Sara chorused, one jerking upright to glare at him and the other slapping his shoulder. "Take that back, sempai!" Setsuna continued, already acting more normal than he had all morning. Sara added another slap for emphasis.
Concealing a smile, Kira pulled out his chemistry book and proceeded to ignore them both... at least on the surface. Underneath, he was laughing his head off, and wondering why he'd ever wanted to keep his distance from Setsuna.
Humanity definitely sucked, but friendship was worth the price.
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End of Story
Cross-posted here onthirtyforthree
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In other news, we're having freakishly spring-like weather in Ithaca. I find it rather disturbing, though I admit it's nice to be able to walk around without bundling up in my heavy coat and scarf.
thirtyforthree for Kira Sakuya/Mudo Setsuna/Mudo Sara from Kaori Yuki's Angel Sanctuary. There will be spoilers in nearly every theme -- given the characters, it's nearly impossible to avoid them! -- and a lot of potentially objectionable content. This is because the source manga has a lot of potentially objectionable content. If incest squicks you, or you know you'll be bothered by some strange and/or negative interpretations of Judeo-Christian theology, you're probably better off not reading these stories.With that said...
Theme: #10 - Rent
Warnings: spoilers!
Note: This ficlet is set just a few months pre-manga, in late March or early April of 1999. I am assuming, despite their almost total lack of canon interaction, that Sara and Kira were friends of sorts, though not nearly as close to each other as Setsuna was to either of them. (This is based on the familiarity of their brief interaction in vol. 1, and the way Sara instinctively denies, much later on, that Kira would ever betray Setsuna -- to me, that implies that she knows and trusts him.)
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The Transient and the Eternal: Rent
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He'd started out trying to watch over Alexiel -- with no guardian angel keeping him away, maybe this time he could keep her life from spiraling into a tragedy. He'd meant to keep his distance, to be around but not involved -- his pact with Kira Sakuya required him to be the sort of person Alexiel was better off staying away from. He'd wanted to stay objective, as much as possible.
Setsuna and Sara had thoroughly derailed his plans.
Kira slouched on a park bench, watching Sara from the corner of his eye, and waited for Setsuna to come back with ice cream. It was a beautiful spring day -- blue sky, gentle breeze, cherry blossoms just past their peak -- but neither Mudo seemed to appreciate the weather or the rare freedom of a whole weekend together. Setsuna was moping and avoiding his sister, and Sara was twitchy and constantly distracted.
Objectively, he should be happy they were having trouble. If they stopped seeing each other, even these once a month visits, then Setsuna might have a chance of finding a new love, one that wasn't a crime and a sin to consummate. Sara would probably be better off too.
Subjectively, his friends were miserable, and it was driving him crazy.
Sometimes humanity sucked.
Time for yet another intervention. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were a speed addict hungry for a fix," Kira said, turning a page. Organic chemistry was boring as fuck all, but he'd promised to learn stuff, and it was fun to watch his teachers blow their gaskets wondering why their top student was such a lowlife, or wondering how a thug could ace their tests.
Sara twitched again. "I'm fine! I just have a big test on Monday, that's all."
Kira hummed noncommittally, without looking up from his book. "What subject? I'm free all day -- I can tutor you. Setsuna can sit around and look decorative, or keep us supplied with snacks."
"No, no, it's fine, you don't need to-- I'm just being silly," Sara said, twisting her fingers. She plastered a sincere expression onto her face, complete with big, shining eyes. Setsuna would have capitulated in a heartbeat.
"Liar," Kira said. "Something's eating you, and it's about your brother. Spill."
Sara scowled and smacked his shoulder. "I hate you, Kira -- don't you know you're supposed to let a woman keep her secrets? You're so rude."
"I never said I wasn't. But you and Setsuna are driving me crazy with your shit, and I'm sick of it. If you give up on each other, your mom wins. Do you want that?"
Sara smacked him again. This time he noted his page number, shut the book, and reached back along the bench to poke her arm. "Don't start with me -- Setsuna will kill me if I hurt you, but last time I checked, tickling doesn't count as assault..." He threw in a leer for good measure.
"Cheater." Sara pouted, elaborately, and then slumped back against the wooden slats of the bench. "I'm just worried, that's all. Oniichan and I only get to meet once a month -- or twice, if you kidnap me, and thanks for doing that, by the way -- and now he's getting all funny about seeing me, and he won't hug me or smile at me, and I'm afraid he doesn't like me anymore. I'm afraid Mother will take me away from Tokyo and I'll never see him again. Even if I stay here, I'm afraid he's going to run away once he graduates high school. And I don't want to lose him. I can't lose him -- I'll die!"
The sheen in her eyes threatened to spill over as tears. Kira sighed, and handed her a tissue.
He hated playing comforter -- it went against all his inclinations -- but selective application of blunt truths could occasionally work just as well as a shoulder to cry on. "Setsuna still likes you, I promise. He's just trying to protect you; he thinks it'll be easier for you to have your own life if he doesn't remind you of how things used to be." Which was all true, if carefully phrased. Setsuna had decided that his love was unrequited, and that Sara was a pure innocent who needed to be sheltered from his lust. How he'd reached that conclusion, when it was obvious that Sara was just as infatuated with him as he was with her, was beyond Kira, but then, the finer points of human emotions still eluded him.
"So he will leave. I knew it." Sara scrubbed at her eyes, and then blew her nose, loudly, with a noise like a duck begging for scraps.
Kira handed her another tissue. It was pathetic that this sort of thing was getting common enough that he'd remembered to buy a little pocket pouch of them before dropping by Setsuna's house -- pathetic, annoying, and wrong. For one second, he wished he could bend his pride enough to pray that someone would produce a miraculous solution to all their problems.
But he wouldn't trust any being with the power to twist fate, and anyway, there was no solution that would make everyone happy. That was how Uriel's curse worked. Tragedy was inevitable.
Kira sighed again, and dropped his hand on Sara's shoulder. "He won't go anywhere without you," he said as she tried to blot mascara off her cheeks. "Maybe he's stupid enough to try, but I won't let him get away with it."
Yeah, it was all going to end badly, but that was no reason to roll over and act like a good little puppy, dancing on God's leash. He'd be damned first.
"Do you promise?" asked Sara.
"Sure. Now give me the tissue and let me clean you up before Setsuna gets back. You shouldn't wear so much crap on your face anyway -- it just makes you look fake, not pretty."
"Takako wore makeup," Sara muttered as Kira brushed off a smear with his thumb.
"True. And Takako was Setsuna's girlfriend," Kira said, agreeably. "Takako was also a stupid bitch with a heart as rotten as that goopy black scum you get in bathroom drains. Do you really want to imitate her?"
"You're such a jerk, Kira," Sara said, but there was nothing but fond amusement in her voice now -- no nervous quaver left -- and Kira chalked up another job well done.
Then Setsuna came back with the ice cream. Within one minute he scowled at Kira for touching Sara, remembered that he wasn't supposed to be possessive about her, stammered awkwardly when Sara asked what had taken him so long, dropped his ice cream, and sank into a heap of black misery on the far end of the bench. Which neatly punctured Sara's good mood and left them right back where they'd started.
Time for a cigarette. There was no other way to stay sane around this much melodrama.
"Oniichan? Are you all right?" Sara peered worriedly around Kira's shoulder as he flicked open his lighter. "Hey, Kira, fix him -- you promised!"
Kira blew a long stream of smoke into the crisp spring air. Yes, much better -- the nicotine was mostly psychosomatic for him, but he liked the burning sensation of smoke in his lungs and throat. It was oddly familiar, and somehow calming.
After another drag, Kira looked judiciously at Setsuna. "I said I'd keep him from leaving. He only runs when he's scared or pissed off -- this looks like sulking to me, and that usually keeps him pretty stationary. Fix him yourself."
"Hey!" Setsuna and Sara chorused, one jerking upright to glare at him and the other slapping his shoulder. "Take that back, sempai!" Setsuna continued, already acting more normal than he had all morning. Sara added another slap for emphasis.
Concealing a smile, Kira pulled out his chemistry book and proceeded to ignore them both... at least on the surface. Underneath, he was laughing his head off, and wondering why he'd ever wanted to keep his distance from Setsuna.
Humanity definitely sucked, but friendship was worth the price.
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End of Story
Cross-posted here on
thirtyforthree---------------------------------------------
In other news, we're having freakishly spring-like weather in Ithaca. I find it rather disturbing, though I admit it's nice to be able to walk around without bundling up in my heavy coat and scarf.
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