Drury Lane: Final Chapter -Reunion-

Drury Lane -Reunion-

 

>You were running as past as you could.

>The gun in your hand was heavy, and your breathing was ragged.

>The water from the rain splashed at your feet with each stride you took.

>Fuck this guy.

>FUCK.

>HIM.

>Seven days.

>This asshole had been chasing after you for an entire week, and now you were running as fast as your legs could carry you.

>You cut a corner in the alley you've been sprinting through, pressing your back against the brick wall and breathing heavily.

>Inching your head ever so slowly towards the edge of the wall, you peek back into the alley.

>Nothing.

>A sigh escapes your throat and you give a relieved laugh.

>You lost him.

>You finally lost that asshole with the bandanna.

>"You know, I'm starting to think our relationship isn't working out."

>Your skin crawls when you hear that voice, and you spin around, raising your pistol.

>And then in a flash you get knocked the fuck out.

>As you lose consciousnesses, you could swear you could see that cunt smiling at you.

>Smiling...

>Like a god damn cat.

 

>You finished giving the kitty face to this bastard, and shook your hand in pain.

"God, DAMMIT."

>Should have punched him with the metal arm.

>Too bad you were right handed.

>You hop around in place as you shake your fist faster.

"Fffffffuck that smarts!"

>You sit on top of the unconscious criminal, clenching your fist in repetition to get over the pain.

"I'll give you one thing, fucker, you were fast. God dammit you were fast."

>He doesn't answer.

>Because he's knocked out.

>You kind of punched him in the face.

>You sigh and pat the body on the head.

"There there, no more tears."

>Springing to your feet, you fling the limp body of the guy you were chasing over your shoulder, and head out.

>Walking down a busy street in the middle of the night with an unconscious guy over your shoulder.

>Classy.

>Still, the money would be good.

>Kicking in the doors of the police station, you drop the body onto the floor and promptly raise your hands into the air.

>Cops.

>Cops everywhere.

>"Stand down! He's clean."

>A voice calls out to the officers, who lower their weapons at his orders.

>An older officer walks up to you, his mustache billowing as he grunts at you.

>"Anonymous."

"Mahonie."

>"You know I don't appreciate you kicking down my station's front doors in the middle of the night."

"And you know I don't like it when your lackeys pull their guns on me. When they KNOW who I am."

>You glare at one of the privates.

>He averts his gaze.

>Good.

>Fear me.

>Mahonie rubs his eyes, his fingers massaging the space between his eyes.

>"You could always just open the door like a normal human being."

>You give a shrug.

"Not my style. Where's my money?"

>Putting his hands on his hips, Mahonie gives another gruff grunt.

>"Clara will transfer the funds from the bounty into your account, as per usual."

"Aw you're too kind, really."

>You give him a wink and walk out of the station, heading for your apartment further into the city.

>You're probably confused.

>Let's get you up to speed, shall we?

>You spent months traversing Equestria with Luna before coming to the conclusion that things were getting too familiar.

>A quest here.

>A village saved from burning to the ground there.

>The occasional dragon slaying.

>It was the life.

>But...

>There were... days.

>Days when you were reminded of what you left behind.

>It tended to get the better of you.

>There was one day, in particular...

 

>You stepped up to the porch of your old house, the inside dark and devoid of inhabitants.

>Luna stood next to you, her mane flowing in the breeze.

"...are you sure about this?"

>She nods.

>"Anon, it's been six months. I'm sure you can handle sleeping in a house on the mountainside for a week."

"Yeah... yeah you're right."

>"I'll be back soon. I just need to make sure everything is alright."

"I know, yeah. Stay safe."

>Nodding, Luna kisses you on the cheek and disappears in a cloud of stars.

>She was going to check on the state of things in her world.

>Make sure everything was in order.

>Spend time with her sister.

>And you?

>You'd be staying in a house overlooking Ponyville for a week.

>The first night was fine. You just went to sleep and bared with it.

>But halfway through, you couldn't sit still.

>You wanted to go down there.

>You wanted badly to see what she was up to.

>But you didn't.

>Instead, you just stayed in that house and drank.

>On the sixth day, it was decided.

>You were standing alone on the balcony of your house, a half empty bottle of whiskey hanging limply from your fingers.

>You hadn't shaved at all, and the bristles on your cheeks had grown out of control.

>The glow of Ponyville faintly hummed in the distance.

>Sounds of merriment could be heard.

>You knew what was happening.

>She was throwing a party.

>A fucking PARTY.

>You swallow down more from your bottle, the amber swill burning your throat.

>Was she having fun?

>Did she move on?

>...

>Maybe it was the booze.

>Maybe it was the anger.

>Maybe it was the anger AND the booze.

>Yeah.

>That was the one that seemed the most likely.

>The bottle flies from your hand as you hurl it across the gorge below.

"FUCK."

>Your hand slams into the railing, splintering it in half.

>Tears were filling your eyes.

>Why were you running?

>That's all you were doing, isn't it?

>Running.

>Running away with royalty, going on "grande and zany adventures."

>But that wasn't you.

>You were missing something.

>But she told you to leave.

>...

"You told me to LEAVE!"

"Fuck... fuck, fuck fuck...."

>Backing into the wall behind you, you slide down and sit on the wooden floor, your head in your hands as you break down.

>You just didn't want to be alone.

>You just wanted to BE with someone.

>But not anyone.

>Her.

>Maybe she'd take you back?

>You had a small hope.

>Small.

>And useless.

"...I'm sorry.. oh god I'm so sorry....

>You're sobbing to yourself at this point, but you don't care.

"..so sorry... please..."

>You feel a presence behind you, the soft touch of a wing on your shoulder bringing you back from your drunken ramblings.

>You look up, and see a pair of teal eyes looking down at you.

"...I... I thought you were going to be back tomorrow..."

>"We returned early... to surprise you."

>You choke down your crying, forcing yourself to stop bawling in front of her.

>Wiping the tears from your face and breathing deeply, you stand up.

"How much of that did you see?"

>She doesn't answer you, instead choosing to nuzzle your cheek wit her snout.

>She truly cared for you.

>More than you knew.

>And it was true, you cared for her all the same.

>Your heart just ached.

>It ached harder than it's ever ached before.

"...I think we should leave.."

>Luna look at you, empathy in her eyes.

>"We understand. Maybe... maybe we could go North. I hear that winter there is lovely."

"No... no I mean we should LEAVE."

>Luna doesn't quite know what you mean.

>"...Anon?"

"Just... just leave. Us. We should go."

>"But... where would we go?"

>You had an idea.

>Hopefully it would be a good one for once.

 

Present Day

 

>The streets shone from the rain that pitter-pattered onto it.

>Couples walked briskly down the dark New York streets, trying to get out of the rain as best as they could.

>Your hands were shoved into the pockets of you jacket, and you stayed at your normal pace.

>You kind of like the rain, after all.

>As you wander the streets, your eyes are drawn to a bright shop window.

>It was a bakery.

>You stop in your tracks, contemplating your options.

>You glance down the street, then jog over to the window of the bakery.

>God...

>Had it really been two years?

>A hand is placed on the glass of the shop window as you look at all of the baked goods within.

>Two years.

>Two more years spent on Earth.

>As happy as you were with Luna, you couldn't help but feel guilty.

>You ran.

>Again.

>That's something you were good at, apparently.

>You take one last look into the window, eying the balloons that hung limply in the air.

>After that, you went home.

>Entering the apartment, you're greeted by the smell of a home cooked meal and a bright smiling face.

>"Evening, Anon!"

>Luna.

>Human, of course.

>She still had magic, but coming to Earth did have that one little side-effect.

>She was standing in the kitchen, her long dark hair tied in a bun as she cooked.

"You know, I could have used your help today."

>"Oh but you just seemed so confident! We mean, we chased him together all week but in the end you were all, 'Oh, don't worry honey. I got this!' Haha, it's quite dashing."

>You roll your eyes as you walk up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist as you hug her.

>She smiles, turning her head and kissing you on the cheek.

"What've you got there?"

>"We are making tacos."

"You've never made tacos before."

>"We know! Isn't it exciting? We do hope we're not ruining it."

>You sniff the air and gag a little.

>Luna notices.

>"Did... did we do something wrong?"

"I don't know. Lemme see what you're mixing into the meat, maybe tha-"

>Were those...

"Are those bananas?"

>Luna nods, happily.

>"Our sister had a fondness for the fruit, so we figured that it would make a lovely edition to the tacos."

"Uh..."

>Uh.

>"Hm?"

"Why don't... why don't we order take out?"

>Luna gives a worried look, but when the food actually catches fire, she seems to agree with you.

 

One Hour Later

 

>"How are your noodles?"

>You slurp up the the fried noodles happily.

"Pretty good. You know we're going to be hungry in about an hour, right?"

>Luna nods, enjoying her wonton soup.

>"We realize, but this Chinese food seems to be very filling for the time being."

>Nodding, you continue to eat.

>Maybe you should bring up what you were thinking earlier.

>It couldn't hurt.

"Hey."

>Luna perks up her head, a large noodle hanging from her mouth.

>"Mmyesh?"

>You laugh at her sight, and she sighs, gobbling the straggler.

>"We said, 'yes?'"

"I was wondering. Have you been to the baker on 5th street?"

>"There's a bakery there? We could have sworn that there wasn't the last time we checked..."

"Well we've been gone for a good couple of months."

>"Ah yes, the Texas job. It must have been constructed when we were gone."

"Yeah, probably. Anyway, I was wondering. Maybe we could get some stuff from there, maybe do a little baking?"

>Luna puts her cup of soup down and clasps her hands together.

>"Marvelous! Perhaps we could assist you in making a pie!"

"So you 're okay with that?"

>"Of course we're alright with it! Why would we... not..."

>She stops mid sentence, and stares at you.

>Her happy smile turns to a worried frown.

>"More reminders?"

>You try to smile, but it's bittersweet.

"Yeah... yeah I guess you could say that."

>You sit there with Luna across form you, staring at the floor.

>It was a stupid idea.

>Stupid!

>"Anon."

"You look up, and Luna has a serious expression in her stare.

>"You have to end this."

"What?"

>Luna stands up and puts her hands on your shoulders.

>"No more running. You have to confront this head on or else you'll never live with yourself."

"What are you talking about?"

>She looks at you, her eyes leading.

"... you can't be serious."

>"Aaaanoooon?"

"I... I just.."

>"It's been long enough. Go and TALK to her. It'll help."

"Luna I don't know if that's such a good-"

>"I'm serious, Anon."

>Oh shit.

>She dropped the royal "we."

"..."

>Luna crosses her arms, and raises an eyebrow.

>You let out a sigh.

"What if she refuses to even talk to me?"

>"I don't think she will. If you're still this broken up about it, you need to at least try to come to some sort of peace with her.

>Rubbing your face in your hands, you give up.

>Fuck it.

"Fine."

>Luna smiles and kisses your forehead.

"Good. We'll leave in the morning."

 

The Next Day

 

>Color.

>You had forgotten just how colorful all this was.

>The buildings.

>The pastel sky.

>Bright green grass.

>It hurt your eyes at first, but after a bit you got used to it.

>You and Luna walk through Ponyville, eyes following both of you as you walk down the cobblestone sidewalk.

>Ponies whispered to each other, and you could feel a few resentful stares.

>Seemed some didn't particularly miss you.

"This was a bad idea."

>"Trust me Anon, this will help."

"...okay."

>You finally make it to Sugarcube Corner.

>It's at this time that you realize you're shaking slightly.

>"Anon?"

"I'm fine. I'm good, I'm fine."

>You take a few deep breaths.

>"Do you wish for me to come with you?"

>You shake your head.

>You walk forward, and push open the front door.

 

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>When you step inside, it hits you.

>It hadn't changed in anyway.

>The shelves held baked confections of every shape and color.

>The smell from the kitchen filled your nose, and kicked your memories into overdrive.

>Stay calm.

>Stop shaking.

>Just...

>Just find her and talk to her.

>Walking up to the counter, you extend your hand and lightly tap the bell sitting on it.

>At first you hear nothing.

>You're about to tap the bell again, when you hear hoof steps race down the from upstairs.

>They seemed very... light.

>You look over and see a faded pink filly scuffle over to you.

>She stares at you.

>You stare at her.

"Uh... hi?"

>There's an awkward silence as the two of you stare at each other.

>...

>"...mmmmoooooom? There's a... thing, here.."

>You hear more clopping of hoofs coming from the kitchen.

"Did you say-"

>"Impulse that's rude, we don't call "ponies" things, we call them-"

>She freezes.

>So do you.

>The tiny filly darts behind Pinkie, staring up at you from under her legs.

>...

"Hello, Pinkie."

>"...Anon?"

>She takes a step towards you, but stops.

>"Impulse, dear, run along. Mommy will be back in a minute."

>The small filly nods, then trots off into the kitchen.

>The two of you continue to stare at each other.

"Is... is that-"

>She nods.

>Your stomach churns as some of this sinks in.

"She... is she... you know?... mine?"

>Pinkie casts her eyes down and slowly shakes her head.

>You connect the dots.

>That night in Manehatten.

>The vomiting.

>It hits you like a ton of brick, but you stand still, breathing slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

>"Didn't want to worry you... then you left, so... yeah."

>You scuff your feet and look to the floor.

>"Do... do you want to meet her?"

>Your head raises and your eyes grow wide.

"Are you sure?"

>She nods, a small smile on her face.

>hesitant, your take a step forward, before Pinkie rushes you for a hug.

>You don't know what to do with your hands, at first, but you accept her and hug her back.

>"I missed you."

"I'm sorry."

>She breaks your hug reluctantly, and nods.

>"I know."

>You follow her into the kitchen and see the small filly as she tries to pour flour into a mixing bowl.

>"Mommy!"

>She hops from the counter and bounds over to Pinkie, hugging a leg.

>"Anon, this is Impulse. Impulse, this is Anonymous."

>The filly timidly grins and says hello.

>You kneel down and pat her on the head tenderly.

>"Do you want to help me make a cake?"

>You're stunned, but a big grin cracks across your face.

"Absolutely. But-"

>You reach behind your neck and undo the knot of your bandanna.

"A chef might need a lucky charm, don't you think?"

>As you tie the red cloth around Impulse's neck, you see Pinkie smile out of the corner of your eye.

>Maybe things would get better from here.

>That was enough for you, after all.

 

~END~