fic [Bokurano] Those Left Behind: Collateral Damage
Title: Those Left Behind: Collateral Damage
Day/Theme: Aug 4 Collateral Damage
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Komoda, Komoda's parents
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. mixed anime and manga canon. mostly manga canon for this one. Spoilers up to Komoda chapters.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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There were only five of them left. They should have all been exposed as Zearth's pilots, but thanks to Komoda's courage, they were safe from the media for the time being. It was hard to bear the public's slandering of Komoda. Komoda wasn't supposed to be responsible for all those deaths. There had been no unnecessary deaths from Komoda's battle.
Her photos were everywhere. In the photo, she was wearing the outfits Nakama had made them, her face grim.
Komoda had been strong.
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"I know it's all a big phony show, but I wanted you to hear it. I wanted Mom to hear it too."
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The piano in the parlor room was uncovered, the black piano bench pushed back haphazardly. Her daughter had just been playing this very piano not so long ago before she had been snatched right out of her home, her supposed haven.
What kind of expression had her daughter worn? What had been going through her daughter's mind as she faced death? Why hadn't she been home to see her daughter one last time?
The phone rang and rang. She no longer bothered to answer the calls. She knew they could only be threats and reprimands against her daughter who was dying for the sake of all these ungrateful people.
When he came home alone with that look on his face, she immediately knew what had happened.
She couldn't bear it.
"Why did it have to be Takami?" Why?"
She pounded her hands against his chest. He stood there, immovable, not even bringing his hands up to stop her.
"You killed her," she screamed. "You walked her to her death!"
She continued screaming words of poison, too far caught in her hurt to realize how much he must be hurting too. She couldn't stop the barrage pouring out of her mouth and her heart without any end in sight.
"I wish I never married a military man!" She screamed, her breath coming in gasps. "Takami was just a normal girl! A civilian like everyone else! You made her into a martyr!"
Her voiced trailed off. She buried her face in his shirt. "Why couldn't someone else have died instead?" she mumbled. "It didn't have to be my girl!"
She looked up, her eyes furious.
"And why did you agree to expose her like that?"
She took a step back, spreading her arms out.
"Everyone says she's responsible for killing 10,000 people..." she whispered quietly. "They think she's a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer. How d-dare they. How dare they!"
He moved forward.
"B-back off!" she screamed, slashing her hand in the air. "Don't come near me, you murderer!"
His voice was calm, directly contrasting hers.
"She knew what she was doing."
She shook her head vehemently, covering her ears.
"She died smiling."
"No..."
He took another step towards her, backing her into the corner.
"She wasn't a soldier, but she was a pilot. She died to protect Earth."
"NO!"
He stepped right in front of her, pulling her arm up.
"Look at me!" he commanded.
She shook her head.
"She wanted to protect you, so please, look at me..."
His voice cracked.
He slumped down next to his wife, exhaustion and despair overtaking him. Shocked, she wrapped her arms around her husband, her husband who had always been infallible.
"I quit the military. I can't do it anymore."
The tears fell freely now.
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the end
Day/Theme: Aug 4 Collateral Damage
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Komoda, Komoda's parents
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. mixed anime and manga canon. mostly manga canon for this one. Spoilers up to Komoda chapters.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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There were only five of them left. They should have all been exposed as Zearth's pilots, but thanks to Komoda's courage, they were safe from the media for the time being. It was hard to bear the public's slandering of Komoda. Komoda wasn't supposed to be responsible for all those deaths. There had been no unnecessary deaths from Komoda's battle.
Her photos were everywhere. In the photo, she was wearing the outfits Nakama had made them, her face grim.
Komoda had been strong.
-----
"I know it's all a big phony show, but I wanted you to hear it. I wanted Mom to hear it too."
-----
The piano in the parlor room was uncovered, the black piano bench pushed back haphazardly. Her daughter had just been playing this very piano not so long ago before she had been snatched right out of her home, her supposed haven.
What kind of expression had her daughter worn? What had been going through her daughter's mind as she faced death? Why hadn't she been home to see her daughter one last time?
The phone rang and rang. She no longer bothered to answer the calls. She knew they could only be threats and reprimands against her daughter who was dying for the sake of all these ungrateful people.
When he came home alone with that look on his face, she immediately knew what had happened.
She couldn't bear it.
"Why did it have to be Takami?" Why?"
She pounded her hands against his chest. He stood there, immovable, not even bringing his hands up to stop her.
"You killed her," she screamed. "You walked her to her death!"
She continued screaming words of poison, too far caught in her hurt to realize how much he must be hurting too. She couldn't stop the barrage pouring out of her mouth and her heart without any end in sight.
"I wish I never married a military man!" She screamed, her breath coming in gasps. "Takami was just a normal girl! A civilian like everyone else! You made her into a martyr!"
Her voiced trailed off. She buried her face in his shirt. "Why couldn't someone else have died instead?" she mumbled. "It didn't have to be my girl!"
She looked up, her eyes furious.
"And why did you agree to expose her like that?"
She took a step back, spreading her arms out.
"Everyone says she's responsible for killing 10,000 people..." she whispered quietly. "They think she's a murderer, a cold-blooded murderer. How d-dare they. How dare they!"
He moved forward.
"B-back off!" she screamed, slashing her hand in the air. "Don't come near me, you murderer!"
His voice was calm, directly contrasting hers.
"She knew what she was doing."
She shook her head vehemently, covering her ears.
"She died smiling."
"No..."
He took another step towards her, backing her into the corner.
"She wasn't a soldier, but she was a pilot. She died to protect Earth."
"NO!"
He stepped right in front of her, pulling her arm up.
"Look at me!" he commanded.
She shook her head.
"She wanted to protect you, so please, look at me..."
His voice cracked.
He slumped down next to his wife, exhaustion and despair overtaking him. Shocked, she wrapped her arms around her husband, her husband who had always been infallible.
"I quit the military. I can't do it anymore."
The tears fell freely now.
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the end