This is my first Casshern Sins fic so... PLEASE BE GENTLE!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CASSHERN SINS. Though I wish I did...
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Chapter 1: Forgotten Past
There was a crash as the last robot fell dead. A man, clad in a snow white suit, landed lightly on the ground a few feet away. The glow from his eyes faded and his mask retracted. He looked around, bewildered, not believing what he had done.
"N-no," he whispered.
He had lost control, another community of robots brought to death by his own hands. It never stopped, it never ended. He desperately wished he could die and completely end his existence. But he couldn't, for he was immortal.
It was the price he had to pay for his sins.
He stared at his trembling hands, tears leaving silvery tracks on his face. He slumped to his knees as his body shook.
He was a monster.
His pained screams broke the night's silence.
Hidden in the darkness a woman stood. Her emerald eyes sparkled with fascination as she stared at the man. It had been a long time since she had seen someone in such perfect condition, not a speck of rust on his flawless body. His fighting was graceful and elegant, oddly enough it was similar to her own. A faint memory surfaced, but it was gone before she even had a chance to look at it. She sighed, it happened often.
When the Ruin began it took away part of her memory. The most she could remember were just brief flashes, bits and pieces stuck together, frustrating her when she tried to make any sense of it. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him intently. She had no idea who he was, but yet...
It was as if she knew him.
His fault.
It was his fault, the whole reason everyone was dying. The whole reason the world was in Ruin. The whole reason that Luna was dead.
His fault.
He couldn't take it anymore. The madness of it all. He just didn't know how much more of it he could take. He was losing his mind.
His fault.
Everyone hated him, despised him. Didn't they know how much he regretted what he did? How much he wished he could take back what he had caused?
The wind began to pick up, scattering the dust gently across the barren wasteland. His head snapped up as he heard light footsteps approaching. A woman stepped in front of him.
His blue gaze hardened.
"Don't get involved with me," he warned.
The woman studied him for a moment, and then suddenly she took a step back. Her eyes widened and for a moment they seemed distant. She blinked, and as her gaze focused on him once more she let out a small gasp.
"Your," she whispered. "Your the man...from my past."
He looked at her incredulously.
"Your past?"
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