Raindrops
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Two screams echo; resounding, entwining and haunting. One of pain, one of agony.
She's done it.
She is no longer that one-time murderer.
She is a repeat offender, now.
And she can never forgive herself.
His body slackens against hers, and she knows, that she can never, never, tell him he's unpleasant, or anything like that anymore. And she knows, she has killed, again. And she knows, that very person in her arms is dead. And she knows, she can never be forgiven; not by herself, not by anyone else.
Because, this is not a Youmu Stone in her arms, this is not the enemy in her arms, but this is Kanbara Akihito in her arms. Because, that very person in her arms was that only person who understood her; who understood what it meant, to be weird, what it meant, to be strange, what it meant, to be hated, and what it meant, to find attraction in the unlikeliest places.
Strange how the people she kills all come back to haunt her, in some way or another. Strange how the people she kills are always the ones that mean most.
Strange how she's the one who kills.
Strange how she's the one who isn't dead for her sins.
Strange, strangely unpleasant indeed.
And she hates it. She hates the pitter-patter of the rain against their bodies. She hates the fact that rigor mortis will settle in soon. She hates the fact that her scimitar is still embedded in his body. And she hates the fact that she's the one whose hands are forever stained with the blood of her loved ones.
First, her friend; second, her, her - she doesn't know. Is she to call him a lover? A friend? A what?
She can, call him her victim, though, as much as she hates it.
And she sinks into these thoughts as she holds his body to hers, because all she wants is warmth in this terrible weather, and an anaemic body doesn't help solve things, and all she wants, is for him to ogle and stare, and exclaim how beautiful she is in her glasses.
But she is content, for she can never have that kind of chance, to hear those sweet, sweet (but oh so unpleasant) words resound, once more, in the suffocating air. And she'll take it, their last moments together, and she wants them to last forever. Because the rain can never wash away the guilt and pain, and she can never live, another day, without him by her side.