((Another rewrite of a death scene. This time for Totsuka Tatara ;w; Aa poor bby...Hope y'all like it and R&R!))
As the bullet pierced his chest, the man's body fell to the cold ground. Blood had already started to seep from his shirt. The video camera had been dropped. But that didn't matter. Moreso, the brunet's condition. It wasn't good at all. The previously cackling man spoke.
"I am the seventh King, The Colorless King! A nice night out, you say? Indeed it is."
The...Colorless King. The previous one had passed, correct? So this was the new one? This man who'd suddenly attacked him for no rhyme or reason. How strange...And now he'd disappeared as if into thin air. Or maybe the clansman just hadn't been paying enough attention and missed him walking away. Oh well. Totsuka had been an idiot for coming up to the roof like this. He never should've come. He wouldn't have spoken to that man. He wouldn't have been shot and...he wouldn't be like this. Was this the end of the line? Was there any hope for him? Didn't seem like it. He was in pretty rough shape. He could feel his consciousness slipping ever so slowly. His eyelids were beginning to close.
That's when he heard loud footsteps and a voice calling his name. More footsteps and now there was someone cradling his head while another stood to the side. Yata Misaki and Kusanagi Izumo. Two of his fellow clansmen. Yata was demanding to know what had happened. Opening brown optics slightly, he spoke. "T...The Colorless..King..." His voice came out soft and breathily. It was hard to breathe. It hurt to. And here he was being asked even more questions. Not a word was said to answer them. Yes, a King had done this to him. He'd been shot by a King.
You'll be all right, Totsuka-san. We sent for a doctor. We'll have you fixed up in no time. Such words should reassure him. But they did not. He wouldn't be okay. He wasn't going to live. He could tell. This was the end for him. These were his final moments. He was going to die. Yet...he wasn't scared. He seemed...calm. Accepting. Like he was ready to die. In some ways, it may be better off without him. He couldn't fight. Couldn't defend himself. He was a burden to HOMRA. Always in need of someone protecting him. So maybe..just maybe...it'd be better off without him.
"Ne..." A hand raised to touch the vanguard's cheek. "Ne, don't...sweat it...It'll be..all..work out.." Lie. An utter lie. It was like saying he would live. He wasn't going to survive this. There was no way. Each second that passed he was closer and closer to death. He didn't have much longer now. Did he have any regrets at this point? There was only one that stuck out in his mind. Not being able to stay by his King's side longer. He wanted to continue to be Mikoto's vassal. But all things must come to an end. The curtain must fall. Life comes and goes. It was Totsuka's finale.
The hand on Yata's cheek fell to the ground and a single word was uttered. The last word he ever said before his body went still. "Go..men..." He was never to move again. Never to talk again. Never take pictures and videos like he used to. Never play his guitar again. Never try out anything new. It was over. All over. The curtain had closed. His life was over.
Acting being so irresponsible and then dying like that...
What an idiot.