Beauyasha One-Shots

Fear Itself

 Yasha always was able to see something in Beauregard's eyes that neither of them ever addressed. She wasn't even sure if Beau was aware of it. Every member of their little party of adventurers had secrets, so many that it often felt like those secrets would tear their found family apart. Yasha herself wasn't blameless either. However, she couldn't remember her past, much less any secrets she was meant to be keeping.

Beau still played at being a regular human though, and Yasha was nearly certain she was the only one who knew otherwise. Dark power flickered in aura-like shadows whenever she stood in the peripheral of Yasha's vision. On nights when the storms came for the barbarian and Beauregard was on watch she could see the muscular, lithe form change; turn into other things when she thought no one was watching. Still, Yasha couldn't figure out what Beauregard truly was much to her own surprise, Yasha gave up the truths of herself first, including that there were large gaps in her memory.

After setting her burdens down, though the talk of her late wife felt like a stab her chest, Yasha couldn't understand how everyone else continued to carry their own, she suddenly felt so light and free. She still felt tortured by the gaps in her memory. More than anything; Yasha wanted to know what had happened, what she did, and everything else that occurred during the lost period. Yasha didn't know the 'why' of what had happened to her either. She couldn't see figuring it out anytime soon.

"Yasha, can I come in for a moment?" Beau requested from outside of Yasha's room in the Xhorhaus. It was in a much softer tone than Yasha was accustomed to from the brash, and supposedly human woman. In response to that more than anything else, Yasha opened the door.

"What is it, Beauregard?" Yasha set her intent to be as open and accommodating as she could be... despite how badly she wanted to be left alone to her grief, her memories, and her lack thereof.

"There may be a way for me to help you with the repressed memory thing, but I doubt it would be particularly pleasant for either of us. I won't be able to show you all of your memories, but some of the strongest; the worst." Beau shut the door silently behind her and offered; arms crossed over her chest and staring down at her feet. She didn't seem to relish offering, but her expression was set and determined. Beau's earnestness and fierce loyalty to her friends was why Yasha once liked her so much.

"You, you're like a monk/ninja person. How are you... what do you think you're going to do? Is there a particular way you're going to punch, poke, or pinch me?" Yasha asked, a little nervous about the serious set to Beau's eyes.

"Of everyone in our party, I thought you would be the most likely to see through this facade of a human form. You or Caduceus." Beau's eyes flashed golden yellow, then a pale blue, and finally a grass green only to end on the same violet color that Yasha knew to be of one of her own eyes. "Believe me when I say that I can do what I'm saying."

"Before I consent to this, I am definitely going to need more information. An explanation, now, please." Yasha laid the Magician's Judge across her lap, Skin-Gorger standing upright in the nearby corner. She was cleaning the blade when Beau knocked on her door and restarted as she waited on Beau to begin speaking.

"Okay, I need to start by saying that I'm not evil. Jester was sired by a devil or a demon and she's not evil. However, I actually am technically... a monster. My powers aren't really all that cool or useful or anything. I hardly qualify." Beau tried to dismiss her true nature with a shrug and a poor attempt at a smile.

"What are your abilities, then?" Yasha asked her tone even warier now than before. She didn't sense any lies in Beau's voice, though she did hear a rather large amount of shame there.

"I can take on the form... the forms of your worst fears. Inherently I can sense anyone I come into contact with's worst fears, and then I become them." Beau scratched the back of her neck and set her staff beside the freshly sharpened Skin-gorger in the corner.

"So, for as long as you have known us, you have not only lied about your true nature but you have invaded our privacy by reading our minds?" Yasha asked, shaken by the information and deeply uncomfortable. "No other facts, but always our worst fears."

"Different aspects of your nightmares would occasionally creep into my own sleep. Most of them were strange and nonsensical, but more interesting for me. I can't have my own dreams and I was glad to give everyone else a break." Beau's voice was still small but she seemed proud of her secret contribution.

"So, if I were to let you do this for me now, you would show me what I am most afraid of currently?" Yasha asked, unsure of how that could possibly be considered helpful. "You would physically turn into a manifestation of my fear?"

"That's close. Your 'greatest' fear is relative to the other things that scare you. Currently, your greatest fear is that I will admit something so terrible that you have to kill me and then the rest of the party will hate you forever." Beau said casually, and Yasha knew her to be speaking the truth. "If you were to think back and focus on that period of time, I should be able to see your fears from that period as they become more relevant."

Yasha's brow furrowed as she contemplated everything she had just learned. It made a lot of sense to her, what Beauregard had told her. She clenched her jaw tightly a couple of times as her hand squeezed the hilt of the Magician's Judge. "You are still the Beau I know?" Yasha asked somewhat hesitantly.

"Yes, I am the same person you met on that very first day. Do you still trust me?" Beau asked.

"For better or for worse, I believe I do. Go ahead and do the thing." Her eyes metBeau's evenly and she accepted the hands of the lithe, dark-skinned monk. The heterochromatic eyes closed gently and Beau focused.