FOR LOVE OF JUSTICE
By Chibi J
Warnings by Chibi J: Indirect death of minor character.
A/N: Yet another sad Slayers fic! I guess I’m on a Slayers groove this week. Also short, though not nearly as short as the last one. That one was way too short, so this one is longer. Written in school, though, so since I have only 1 free period, it’s not that long. Hope you like! ^_^ One final note: I was in a quirky, skewed mood, so the tenses in this story are a little odd.
........It is as it was tomorrow. It is as it will be yesterday. I am not sure. Life is a loop, a cycle that will come around in full, as I have done. Or as I am doing. Or perhaps as I will do. It is all the same to me.
........I am Amelia Wil Tesla Seirune, and I can tell you my story, if you were/are/will be willing to hear it.
........I am a princess. I know that I am, because I have been told this many times. My father tells me so every day, and he tells me also that justice is the way. The way to what? A perfect world? An impossibility? A fantasy I have been trapped inside all my life?
........It’s not as if I don’t know that justice is a lie. But for my father’s sake, I live that lie. Even when away from home, I pretend, or I will be revealed as the hypocrite I am. And because I believe my father believes, I cannot let that happen.
........I think it is beginning/has begun/will begin/began when I was four years old.....
*****
........“Daddy, can I pway with the pwetty jewuhl?”
........“No, my dear, it’s your mother’s. Don’t touch.”
........“But it’s pwetty!”
........“I said no, sweetheart.”
........“I wanna pway with it! I wanna pway with it! I wanna pw—”
........“No more tears, my little princess. I’ll get you one just like it if you promise to remember that throwing a tantrum is not becoming of someone who will one day be that Champion of all that is right and just, hmm?”
........Amelia’s tears dried up immediately. “OK, Daddy! I pwomise!”
*****
........“Daddy, where’s Mommy?”
........“Don’t worry, my sweetling. As long as we keep the faith in justice, we can make it through this.”
........“But—But where’s Mommy, Daddy? What happened to her?”
........“She’s not going to come back, Amelia.”
........“But—But she promised she would—”
........“Don’t cry, Amelia. She believed in justice, and she’s in a happier place now.”
........“Really? Where?”
........“A place for all those who are right and just, a place of honor, a higher place.”
........“OK, Daddy. I won’t forget her. She’s in a higher place. A place for people who love justice.”
*****
........“Father, can you help me with my homework? My tutor doesn’t make any sense.”
........“Sure, sweetie. What do you need help on?”
........“I can’t figure out what this says.”
........“Well, sound it out.”
........“J—Juh—s—tih—s—Justice! Justice—is vuh—veh—r—ee—Justice is very—ih—m—puh—poh—r—teh—n—t—I did it, Father! It says, ‘Justice is very important!’”
........“That’s right, Amelia! Good job!”
*****
........“My very own pony? Oh, thank you, Father!”
........“What would you like to name it?”
........“Um, what would you suggest?”
........“Hmm.....how about Flame?”
........“Why Flame, Father? She’s a black pony.”
........“Flame, for the Flaming Sword of Justice.”
........“Oh. OK!”
*****
........“I can’t—you mean you want me to—”
........“You’re old enough now to give your very first speech, Amelia.”
........“But what will I say? I don’t—”
........“I have a speech already written for you. Now go out there and do your best!”
........“OK, Father!” She walked onto the dais. “‘Welcome, all who love justice and mercy.....’”
*****
........“Father, I’m going away with Miss Lina and Mr. Zelgadis and Mr. Gourry.”
........“Away? For a long time? Are you sure?”
........“Yes. I believe their cause is just.”
........“For justice, anything. Take care, and spread the justice to all you meet!”
........“I will, Father. I will.”
*****
........Justice.....?
A/N: Hope you people like. Interesting at the very least, ne?
