Song-fic: Redemption of a Turk
Your form which returns gently to heaven
What else can I do, besides avenge you?
Reno curses, cradling the girl in his arms. Her fallen form against his . . . the rain sprinkles over her pale skin, her eyes closed forever . . . No. . . . He shakes his head . . she couldn't be . . . it isn't possible . . .
I watched it for the longest time, until my tears dried up.
The redhead's tears match the raindrops on his face . . . green light from the Lifestream splinters into many specks and fragments, floating from reach . . . pain and grief darken across his face as she simply fades away . . .
And the sorrow overflowing from the scar which can't be erased
I swore that I would never forget it.
" . . . Desiré . . ." he murmurs, his cracked voice calling her name, only to echo through the rain. ". . . What have I done . . .?"
I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see
Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes.
You told me:
Live as if you were to die tomorrow
Feel as if you were to be reborn now
Face as if you were to live forever
I should've said no . . . should've told her to stay where she was . . . Thoughts of doubt cloud his mind, his eyes red and dry . . . a flash of silver runs near his vision, close to his pale cheekbones . . .
Bright red tears traced by a trembling finger
I had nothing to lose, nothing to lose
The broken Turk glances at his disheveled reflection in a clear puddle of water. No tears . . . no signs of grief or loss remain. . . . How selfish am I . . . I can't even cry for her. . . Blood drips down in place of tears . . . his hands red with the seeping blood . . . once closed scars now reopened . . .
It crashes through the dark memories.
Reno collapses against a wall, sliding to the ground, numb. He was always numb . . . strangely, yet terribly cold inside . . . Past memories flash through his mind . . . horrid personal memories . . .
The last smile wavered, and disappears
And the warmth is all that's left
Her precious moments play with those memories . . . her last chance to say goodbye. . . each piece more painful than the last . . . her own sacrifice to save him . . . Reno shudders, hearing the echoing gunshot ringing faintly in his ears. Her last words . . . a simple smile and a weak kiss . . . I love you . . . he slides the blade down, the knife forced in further than before . . . rain glides over the self-inflicted wounds . . .
Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now
This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight.
His arm relaxes to his side, the blade still tearing through his flesh . . . his other arm rests on a bent left knee. . . Water meets blood, the red liquid running down his skin to gravel and stone, brushed faintly by mud. The rain comes down in torrents . . . the redhead knows they're after him . . . his fate will be the same as hers . . .
Because everyone returns to heaven, some day
You'll never need to say goodbye.
The blade is forced from his arm . . . a dizzy spell starts to overcome him . . . he grasps the blade in the other hand . . . he eyes the weapon for an instant before deciding an action . . . he shuts his eyes, trying to remember . . . remember her smile, her laugh – everything. . . Desiré, please forgive me . . .
Make it up
I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all some day, you'll see
Until the last bell ringing the dirge completes.
Sunlight creeps across the quiet morning, illuminating everything its rays touched . . . the rain passes on . . . the redhead can't go on . . . Not without you, Desiré. . . he inwardly gasps, the blade trailing across his throat . . . I can't live on. . . a scream silenced by injury . . . No, I won't . . . cries of grief silenced in the alley's shadows . . .
Your kind and gentle words can't heal me now
This body's only dedicated to the never ending fight.
Blood covers the wet ground . . . Bright red blood . . . A bald Turk, tall and muscular, adjusts his shades. He glances in the alleyway, noticing the slain form, an almost too familiar figure with fire-red hair, drowning in a red pool of blood. It's another suicide . . . Wait . . . something's not right . . . Rude quickly looks again, looking closer at the fallen man . . . it couldn't be . . . Reno . . .
REDEMPTION...
His throat slit, the scars under his eyes profusely bleeding . . . his lightless eyes staring into the sky -empty depressed eyes mirroring lost hope . . . slain from painful loss of a loved one . . . The bald man closes the redhead's eyes. . . a Turk's suicide . . . Reno doesn't deserve this . . . . no more than anyone else. . . Rude slowly hoists his partner's lifeless form in his arms, balancing his head against a shoulder. The redhead's pale form fades into green lights . . . taken back into the Lifestream . . .
REDEMPTION...
