Guess who's back with literally random story plots?
*puts hand into the metaphorical hat* And the word we have today for the letter "A" is... *trumpet noises* ABANDON. (The metaphorical hat is actually my little sister whom I asked for a word on the top of her head)
Well, -.-" Aren't we off to a good start. Angst it is then.
*Sigh* And I so wanted to do something nicer and light. Oh well, *cracks knuckles* here you have it. Of course the minute I saw the word ABANDON, I thought Saruhiko. Surprise surprise.
SO without further delay, read on.
"A is for Abandon"
The one who was abandoned also had the right to abandon his origins.
A sharp laugh cut through the night as cold blue eyes stared ahead unseeingly, aimlessly scratching on the charred mess of a tattoo that once represented his entire being, slumped against a broken wall in a broken city.
Did you forget that this mark is a symbol of our pride?
"Do you see Misaki?" he whispered out bitterly, the cold winter air biting into his exposed skin, "Do you see what happens when you believe is stupid things like family?" Staggering to his feet, he cast one look around him, trying to discern what was living and what was...not.
If that first society banishes you, there'll be another society that accepts you.
"Really Captain? Do you see what happens when you make believe that there's acceptance?"
Fushimi-kun...
Saruhiko...
"ARE YOU TWO HAPPY NOW?" he screamed his throat raw at the vast space of nothingness that surrounded him.
Falling sword.
Death and destruction.
He made a mistake of looking at the ground and reeled back in horror as two lifeless eyes stared back at him.
Where were you? Why are you still here? they seemed to scream and he fell to his knees, desperately itching to explain - to say something to deny this reality.
Perhaps, this was life's cruel way of punishing him once more.
Leave those who will leave you.
Well, there was nothing left to abandon now, was there?
Slowly rising to his feet, he took a hesitant step forward.
No matter, this was nothing.
Munakata Reisi was nothing.
Yata Misaki was nothing.
This was all nothing!
Because when everything you hold dear is gone, that's all you're left with - absolutely nothing.
Another small step placed shakily in the direction of the rising sun.
Soon, this would be just another page in the history books.
Just another topic - just another inexplicable myth and catastrophe with no real reason behind it.
Of course, it would have a name.
The Munakata Crater.
Well then, I'll just leave this here and go.
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