Happy New Year, everyone. And I know I'm late, but at least you get something from me.
A quick one-shot I wrote today. It's short and I don't like it much, but I decided to post it up anyway.
If you aren't on episode seven/eight of the anime and/or you haven't reached the certain chapter in the game in which this happens, then don't read this fic. It contains spoilers.
sorry for the crappy title :'D
He is running out of time.
His body weakens with every day, and his cough worsens by week. Within months he is permanently confined to bed, told to do nothing except rest and sleep, lest he spread his disease to others.
He cannot see the children anymore, let alone play hide and seek with them. He misses the smiles he'd receive, and the cheerful laughter that melted away any worries he had. He has lost all of that.
He has lost his ability to fight.
How pathetic it is, he thinks. The former first unit captain of the Shinsengumi, the most feared swordsmaster, reduced to a weakling unable to pick up his own sword.
He cannot protect the one he remains the most loyal to anymore.
It is only a matter of time before the last grain of sand trickles through the hourglass.
Okita Souji is running out of time.
He needs more time, goddammit he needs more time to do what he wants to do—stay with the Shinsengumi, protect the one who was always like a father to him, play with the children again, and so much more.
But life is cruel.
The grains of sand keep trickling through, no matter what happens. The end is unavoidable.
The last grain of sand will fall; not slowed dramatically down but just as quickly as the others.
And he will lose everything.
But until then, until that very moment, he will live.
Okita D:
kay that was one crappy ending you can kill me now OTL
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