[Fanfic] The Wicked [Epilogue]
Title: The Wicked [Epilogue]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Well, the epilogue is short but it should solve most of what has happened. If it doesn't, do let me know, ok? And we're back to being in present tense here, just like the prologue. Enjoy!
~*~
Musashi sinks heavily into his van seat, trying to suppress the sigh that is about to escape his lips. It has been a long day, as question after question rained down on him and his friends over what had just happened this morning. Miraculously, the police did not bother to detain any of them, considering them to be no more than nuisances since they confirmed Hiruma’s disappearance and were now more intent on looking for Mamori. Her parents are worried sick, but all any of them could do at the time was hang their head low and apologize for the lack of information.
The sky is now a dark shade of orange. To everyone in Deimon, the clear blue weather was yet another sign of celebration to the news of Hiruma’s death. It did not suit Musashi’s feelings well today and he is clearly disgusted by the beautiful sunset.
Informing the others had been no easy task. Rui had gone berserk at the news and started wrecking public property. It took Megu and the other Zokugaku students quite some time to calm him down. Monta was currently in the hospital, but when Sena called to inform him of what happened to Mamori, the poor boy’s joy at finally being human again was broken as he burst into tears. Taki was, for the first time, completely silent by the news. The Ha-Ha brothers said nothing as they left without even saying goodbye. Karin and Unsui had taken the task of informing Yamato and the others. They were calm, but were obviously distressed by the news.
As for the students of Deimon they had previously been fighting, they were recovering well despite having lost all memory of Agon and what he did to them. Agon seemed to have been hit the worst however, losing all memory prior to acquiring the pendant. This made things even harder for anyone to reveal that Agon was truly the mastermind behind everything. Munakata, along with a number of professors in his league, silently disappeared not long after the morning’s incident.
The sound of hope still rings on though. Sena and Suzuna had agreed to continue studying in Deimon College in hopes of someday helping to change the games system in Deimon. Yukimitsu is more determined than ever to properly study magical uses and create reports that would help exchange the current view on it to a more favorable one. Musashi would have liked to help in some way, but he decided that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and go into construction... for now.
Everything is slowly falling back to place, even though there has been an incredible amount of change ever since. This is what they would have wanted, all of them keep saying to themselves. Yes, this is what they wanted.
Musashi starts the van, and is about to drive off when a flash of the dying sunset struck his eyes. He tugged down the visor to shield himself from the glare...
And that is when an envelope falls onto his lap. Musashi blinks in surprise, but picks it up. He opens it and quickly scans the letter to see who wrote it.
It was Mamori who had written the letter. Hastily, he reads it.
Dear Musashi,
I hope that when you read this letter, everything would have been over. I hope no one was badly injured and that everyone is doing well. I’m writing this just as we’re about to set off. My hands can’t stop shaking so excuse the bad writing.
If everything is truly over, then I hope me and Hiruma are alive as well. If that’s the case, then you can discard this letter. But if everything really didn’t go as well as we hoped, then I’m sorry. If I do turn up dead, please send my body back to my parents. And if possible, I would like to be buried next to Hiruma.
Musashi pauses for a moment. But their bodies weren’t found? He carries on reading.
As Hiruma has told you before, if the police start questioning you, please claim that everyone was under Hiruma’s spell. And though I know this will hurt my parents… but if I am dead, tell them I did it fully on my own accord and that I truly believed in Hiruma. It may break their hearts, and it’s impossible to change their perspective, but I want them to hate me for what had happened, not Hiruma.
But... if you can’t find me and Hiruma, be it alive or dead... then I have good news and bad news. The good news is that this is proof that Hiruma and I are quite possibly alive. But whether we are well or uninjured is something we can’t be sure of. I spoke to him earlier about the possibility of the both of us being in the center of Agon’s plan and whether we could transport ourselves someplace safe. We figured out that it is possible, yet dangerous. And that’s where the bad news is. We don’t know where we’ll end up, or whether the spell would leave us injured or broken. But we should be alive... Yes, I want to believe if that happens, then we are.
If we really have disappeared, then wait for us. Don’t tell my parents or anyone unnecessarily. I don’t want to give them false hope, especially since they still hold a false perception of Hiruma. We’ll find our way back to Deimon. Be it months or years, we WILL return. Hopefully, stronger than ever to help change Deimon.
Take care,
Mamori
Musashi couldn’t help but laugh after reading the letter. He regains himself, as he drives up the road to pick up Kurita. It would probably be best to not tell everyone about this right now. But he is glad, very glad, that their hopes are not in vain. “Still...” he mutters to himself with a smile. “I was right. You two really are such idiots.”
Hiruma blinks as he tries to regain his vision. His body feels numb, and it doesn’t seem as though he can move it anytime soon. But he feels a warm hand on his cheek, and it is enough to assure him that it is all right for now. Images soon become clearer, and his eyes narrow against the sunlight streaming through the leaves above him, and beyond that was Mamori’s worn but smiling face.
“Looks like you’re up,” she says, still smiling.
He grins in return. “About fucking time, I suppose? How long have I been out?”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “I’ve lost track of time. I think I’ve been awake for about an hour? Maybe less? Maybe more? I really don’t know... But you were lying next to me, and you looked pretty uncomfortable. So I moved you. I hope you don’t mind.”
Hiruma then realizes that his head is on her lap, and she is leaning against a strong and sturdy looking tree. He tries to move his head to look at his surroundings, but he has yet to regain motor functions of his body. He curses a little.
“Still can’t move?” asks Mamori.
“Keh,” he replies. “Well, I did take most of the fucking brunt so I guess I shouldn’t expect to recover anytime soon. How about you?”
“I can’t move my legs,” she says sheepishly. “It was no easy task dragging you to me, which is why I refuse to be moved for now.”
Hiruma cackles. “Fuck, you are crazy. You should be just as dead as me. You took the full force of Fucking Dread’s spell, didn’t you?”
Mamori ponders for a moment. “Yeah, I believe I did. But he tried to do it to me before, and it didn’t quite work out the first time. I wasn’t sure why… but now I’m sure.” She looks down at Hiruma and smiles. “Every time Agon tried to harm me, something would protect me and help release my celestial powers. The feeling was familiar, but now I’m sure… it was you, Hiruma. It was your presence that I felt.”
Hiruma closes his eyes. “Ah, so it really was because of me that you gained full control of your powers. So back at Deimon, when Agon released the pendant’s powers...”
“I was hit, yes,” she says. “And I was injured by it, but I didn’t take the full blow, and then my celestial powers for healing kicked in and I started healing myself a little. So when I saw you in that state, I had enough power to stand up and well... you know the rest.”
“So that spell actually worked,” mused Hiruma, rather amused by the fact. “And because you were there, you used your celestial powers to protect me from being totally consumed, didn’t you? Keh, in the end I did just what the Fucking Dreads wanted to do...”
“Except I did this out of my own will. I wasn’t controlled,” she glares mockingly at him. “But I’m glad you’re all right. My letter to Musashi won’t be in vain then.”
“So you didn’t just leave to fucking save those fucking idiots from hurting themselves. You gave him that letter you wrote.”
“I left it in his van, I hope he finds it.” Mamori looks ahead of her now. There are a few trees scattered around the big field they are in. There seems to be a road in the distance but it could be her eyes playing tricks on her. “I have no idea where we are though... we could even be in another country.”
“It’s fine,” he says as he begins to feel weary. “We fucking promised, didn’t we?”
“That we’d find our way back to Deimon...”
“And this time, we crush whoever gets in our way. There’s no reason for them to fucking stop us now.”
Mamori smiles. “Well, hopefully we can gain some knowledge while we’re here that may come to our advantage. But until then...”
Hiruma grins widely. Yes, it may take months or years for them to fully recover and return to Deimon. But she is with him. She is looking at him with weary eyes that are threatening to close as well. But he could still feel the warmth of her hand over his cheek. It was hard to believe, but things are going to be better from now on. He could feel it. Deep inside, he felt certain that he could overcome his awful past, move forward and crush anything that was in his way.
Because he truly understands now that he is not alone. “Until then,” he continues. “You’re going to have to fucking bear with me.”
Mamori laughs. There is no denying how insane things have turned out to be. But for once, she found a path where she knew who she was and could keep going on. “Right. And you should know by now that you won’t have things easy with me either.”
He cackles just before he drifts back to sleep. “That’s just the way I like it. Ya-ha!”
~*~
Extra Notes: And this story is officially done. *breathes a sigh of relief* I'm so glad I actually finished this. I knew if I were to have taken my time, I would have lost interest in it and left it hanging for long periods of time. It could be a good thing, as maybe then I wouldn't have rushed through the last few chapters so much and try to draw it out a little. But I think it would've been unfair to the few who are truly enjoying this story. The last fic I wrote, it took me 3 years to finally get to the end. This story was at risk of that.
So erm, I'm just gonna go ahead and let you guys know that I don't think I'll be writing anything like this anytime soon. This has to be one of my most ambitious piece of fanfic, but rereading it made me realize it has a lot of flaws, particularly on how I handled Hiruma and how I set up this magical world. And as I look at how things are for me currently, I need to focus on my work more than invest too much of my time on stories like these.
Even so, I will continue writing drabbles for HiruMamo. Hey, it's what I'm good at (I think), and it's not as time consuming as this. So do look out for that.
My heart goes out to all the commentors who have steadily followed this fic from the beginning. bar_ohki, kelscium, honey_bee89 and daftken especially. Your comments were what drove me to keep on writing.
And of course, I have to give all my writing love to moodylollipop who had been supporting me, and carried on believing in me and my mediocre ability to write. The pokes still hurt, but you were my main drive to keep writing no matter the odds.
So thank you everyone. ^^ And as a parting gift, to those who enjoyed this story being themed around "Wicked", here's Idina Menzel's version of Defying Gravity. She changes the lyrics in the middle and takes the lyrics from "The Wizard and I", which I think can suit Hiruma and Mamori's situation at the end of the story. ^^
Unlimited
My future is unlimited
And I've just had a vision
Almost like a prophecy
I know
It sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
But I swear, someday I'll be
Flying so high
Defying gravity...
Chapter 18 | Epilogue
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Well, the epilogue is short but it should solve most of what has happened. If it doesn't, do let me know, ok? And we're back to being in present tense here, just like the prologue. Enjoy!
~*~
Musashi sinks heavily into his van seat, trying to suppress the sigh that is about to escape his lips. It has been a long day, as question after question rained down on him and his friends over what had just happened this morning. Miraculously, the police did not bother to detain any of them, considering them to be no more than nuisances since they confirmed Hiruma’s disappearance and were now more intent on looking for Mamori. Her parents are worried sick, but all any of them could do at the time was hang their head low and apologize for the lack of information.
The sky is now a dark shade of orange. To everyone in Deimon, the clear blue weather was yet another sign of celebration to the news of Hiruma’s death. It did not suit Musashi’s feelings well today and he is clearly disgusted by the beautiful sunset.
Informing the others had been no easy task. Rui had gone berserk at the news and started wrecking public property. It took Megu and the other Zokugaku students quite some time to calm him down. Monta was currently in the hospital, but when Sena called to inform him of what happened to Mamori, the poor boy’s joy at finally being human again was broken as he burst into tears. Taki was, for the first time, completely silent by the news. The Ha-Ha brothers said nothing as they left without even saying goodbye. Karin and Unsui had taken the task of informing Yamato and the others. They were calm, but were obviously distressed by the news.
As for the students of Deimon they had previously been fighting, they were recovering well despite having lost all memory of Agon and what he did to them. Agon seemed to have been hit the worst however, losing all memory prior to acquiring the pendant. This made things even harder for anyone to reveal that Agon was truly the mastermind behind everything. Munakata, along with a number of professors in his league, silently disappeared not long after the morning’s incident.
The sound of hope still rings on though. Sena and Suzuna had agreed to continue studying in Deimon College in hopes of someday helping to change the games system in Deimon. Yukimitsu is more determined than ever to properly study magical uses and create reports that would help exchange the current view on it to a more favorable one. Musashi would have liked to help in some way, but he decided that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and go into construction... for now.
Everything is slowly falling back to place, even though there has been an incredible amount of change ever since. This is what they would have wanted, all of them keep saying to themselves. Yes, this is what they wanted.
Musashi starts the van, and is about to drive off when a flash of the dying sunset struck his eyes. He tugged down the visor to shield himself from the glare...
And that is when an envelope falls onto his lap. Musashi blinks in surprise, but picks it up. He opens it and quickly scans the letter to see who wrote it.
It was Mamori who had written the letter. Hastily, he reads it.
Dear Musashi,
I hope that when you read this letter, everything would have been over. I hope no one was badly injured and that everyone is doing well. I’m writing this just as we’re about to set off. My hands can’t stop shaking so excuse the bad writing.
If everything is truly over, then I hope me and Hiruma are alive as well. If that’s the case, then you can discard this letter. But if everything really didn’t go as well as we hoped, then I’m sorry. If I do turn up dead, please send my body back to my parents. And if possible, I would like to be buried next to Hiruma.
Musashi pauses for a moment. But their bodies weren’t found? He carries on reading.
As Hiruma has told you before, if the police start questioning you, please claim that everyone was under Hiruma’s spell. And though I know this will hurt my parents… but if I am dead, tell them I did it fully on my own accord and that I truly believed in Hiruma. It may break their hearts, and it’s impossible to change their perspective, but I want them to hate me for what had happened, not Hiruma.
But... if you can’t find me and Hiruma, be it alive or dead... then I have good news and bad news. The good news is that this is proof that Hiruma and I are quite possibly alive. But whether we are well or uninjured is something we can’t be sure of. I spoke to him earlier about the possibility of the both of us being in the center of Agon’s plan and whether we could transport ourselves someplace safe. We figured out that it is possible, yet dangerous. And that’s where the bad news is. We don’t know where we’ll end up, or whether the spell would leave us injured or broken. But we should be alive... Yes, I want to believe if that happens, then we are.
If we really have disappeared, then wait for us. Don’t tell my parents or anyone unnecessarily. I don’t want to give them false hope, especially since they still hold a false perception of Hiruma. We’ll find our way back to Deimon. Be it months or years, we WILL return. Hopefully, stronger than ever to help change Deimon.
Take care,
Mamori
Musashi couldn’t help but laugh after reading the letter. He regains himself, as he drives up the road to pick up Kurita. It would probably be best to not tell everyone about this right now. But he is glad, very glad, that their hopes are not in vain. “Still...” he mutters to himself with a smile. “I was right. You two really are such idiots.”
Hiruma blinks as he tries to regain his vision. His body feels numb, and it doesn’t seem as though he can move it anytime soon. But he feels a warm hand on his cheek, and it is enough to assure him that it is all right for now. Images soon become clearer, and his eyes narrow against the sunlight streaming through the leaves above him, and beyond that was Mamori’s worn but smiling face.
“Looks like you’re up,” she says, still smiling.
He grins in return. “About fucking time, I suppose? How long have I been out?”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “I’ve lost track of time. I think I’ve been awake for about an hour? Maybe less? Maybe more? I really don’t know... But you were lying next to me, and you looked pretty uncomfortable. So I moved you. I hope you don’t mind.”
Hiruma then realizes that his head is on her lap, and she is leaning against a strong and sturdy looking tree. He tries to move his head to look at his surroundings, but he has yet to regain motor functions of his body. He curses a little.
“Still can’t move?” asks Mamori.
“Keh,” he replies. “Well, I did take most of the fucking brunt so I guess I shouldn’t expect to recover anytime soon. How about you?”
“I can’t move my legs,” she says sheepishly. “It was no easy task dragging you to me, which is why I refuse to be moved for now.”
Hiruma cackles. “Fuck, you are crazy. You should be just as dead as me. You took the full force of Fucking Dread’s spell, didn’t you?”
Mamori ponders for a moment. “Yeah, I believe I did. But he tried to do it to me before, and it didn’t quite work out the first time. I wasn’t sure why… but now I’m sure.” She looks down at Hiruma and smiles. “Every time Agon tried to harm me, something would protect me and help release my celestial powers. The feeling was familiar, but now I’m sure… it was you, Hiruma. It was your presence that I felt.”
Hiruma closes his eyes. “Ah, so it really was because of me that you gained full control of your powers. So back at Deimon, when Agon released the pendant’s powers...”
“I was hit, yes,” she says. “And I was injured by it, but I didn’t take the full blow, and then my celestial powers for healing kicked in and I started healing myself a little. So when I saw you in that state, I had enough power to stand up and well... you know the rest.”
“So that spell actually worked,” mused Hiruma, rather amused by the fact. “And because you were there, you used your celestial powers to protect me from being totally consumed, didn’t you? Keh, in the end I did just what the Fucking Dreads wanted to do...”
“Except I did this out of my own will. I wasn’t controlled,” she glares mockingly at him. “But I’m glad you’re all right. My letter to Musashi won’t be in vain then.”
“So you didn’t just leave to fucking save those fucking idiots from hurting themselves. You gave him that letter you wrote.”
“I left it in his van, I hope he finds it.” Mamori looks ahead of her now. There are a few trees scattered around the big field they are in. There seems to be a road in the distance but it could be her eyes playing tricks on her. “I have no idea where we are though... we could even be in another country.”
“It’s fine,” he says as he begins to feel weary. “We fucking promised, didn’t we?”
“That we’d find our way back to Deimon...”
“And this time, we crush whoever gets in our way. There’s no reason for them to fucking stop us now.”
Mamori smiles. “Well, hopefully we can gain some knowledge while we’re here that may come to our advantage. But until then...”
Hiruma grins widely. Yes, it may take months or years for them to fully recover and return to Deimon. But she is with him. She is looking at him with weary eyes that are threatening to close as well. But he could still feel the warmth of her hand over his cheek. It was hard to believe, but things are going to be better from now on. He could feel it. Deep inside, he felt certain that he could overcome his awful past, move forward and crush anything that was in his way.
Because he truly understands now that he is not alone. “Until then,” he continues. “You’re going to have to fucking bear with me.”
Mamori laughs. There is no denying how insane things have turned out to be. But for once, she found a path where she knew who she was and could keep going on. “Right. And you should know by now that you won’t have things easy with me either.”
He cackles just before he drifts back to sleep. “That’s just the way I like it. Ya-ha!”
~*~
Extra Notes: And this story is officially done. *breathes a sigh of relief* I'm so glad I actually finished this. I knew if I were to have taken my time, I would have lost interest in it and left it hanging for long periods of time. It could be a good thing, as maybe then I wouldn't have rushed through the last few chapters so much and try to draw it out a little. But I think it would've been unfair to the few who are truly enjoying this story. The last fic I wrote, it took me 3 years to finally get to the end. This story was at risk of that.
So erm, I'm just gonna go ahead and let you guys know that I don't think I'll be writing anything like this anytime soon. This has to be one of my most ambitious piece of fanfic, but rereading it made me realize it has a lot of flaws, particularly on how I handled Hiruma and how I set up this magical world. And as I look at how things are for me currently, I need to focus on my work more than invest too much of my time on stories like these.
Even so, I will continue writing drabbles for HiruMamo. Hey, it's what I'm good at (I think), and it's not as time consuming as this. So do look out for that.
My heart goes out to all the commentors who have steadily followed this fic from the beginning. bar_ohki, kelscium, honey_bee89 and daftken especially. Your comments were what drove me to keep on writing.
And of course, I have to give all my writing love to moodylollipop who had been supporting me, and carried on believing in me and my mediocre ability to write. The pokes still hurt, but you were my main drive to keep writing no matter the odds.
So thank you everyone. ^^ And as a parting gift, to those who enjoyed this story being themed around "Wicked", here's Idina Menzel's version of Defying Gravity. She changes the lyrics in the middle and takes the lyrics from "The Wizard and I", which I think can suit Hiruma and Mamori's situation at the end of the story. ^^
Unlimited
My future is unlimited
And I've just had a vision
Almost like a prophecy
I know
It sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
But I swear, someday I'll be
Flying so high
Defying gravity...
Chapter 18 | Epilogue