Woah! It took me so long to remember what e-mail address I had for this account! Anyway, another drabbly sort of fic. I've renewed my inspiration after deciding to re-watch the series again! I hope you like this one, because I have another one planned to follow!
I accept criticism no matter how harsh as long as it is deserved and thought out. Seriously, please avoid just cussing and say it's horrible, it really won't help you and me.
The fire crackled between us.
I stared at him, the gun aimed and pointed.
He stared back, with his knife, his reflexes far faster than mine, trained to kill, trailing at my movements.
How did I end up here? All I wanted was to attain peace. To help attain peace. For Orb. For my people. For the everyone. How did I end up in a death match with a coordinator?
He looked like Kira, probably the same age as us too. Young. Far too young to be someone playing in this game.
It's horrible how things play out.
Maybe if things were different, maybe they would've been friends. Maybe we could've been friends.
No battling, no wars, nothing but petty arguments that would lead to laughter. Small bickering resolved in a week. Maybe.
But we were thrown into this world, war torn and fearful.
He stared at me, and I stared back, my breathing laboured, his measured.
I can shoot accurately, but I know that by genetics alone, his knife would sink in more accurately.
He had warned me he'd kill me if I took his gun.
"I have no intention to shoot you, but I can't let you attack Earth again!"
"Then shoot me" he said, "Because I would be responsible for killing all the people in Earth." He glared, intense "But I will kill you."
I remembered the Dessert Tiger. Meaningless. War. Fighting and killing and constant destruction.
Frustrated.
We could've been friends, we could've been school mates, classmates. We could've been anything but enemies. I threw the gun in frustration.
She was beautiful, the fire illuminating the fierceness in her. It was terrifying, not in the usual way, but in the way that I'm terrified of hurting her. Here was a being, ethereal and radiant, pointing a gun at me, and I was ready to murder her with a knife.
If it comes to, I would win and she would most likely die.
What has the war led us to become?
I glared at her, keeping her in my sight. I was tired, but not now. More intent on keeping myself alive .
I don't think she has directly killed anyone before, seen death in the face.
I didn't want to be the one to bring her to her senses, that war is more than just a game.
She pretends to be hard born and ready, but in truth she isn't.
There is innocence in her, which makes this more terrifying.
My stand in war dictates me to hurt her if she hurts me, and as of now I am willing to do it. Pull the trigger, I dare with my eyes. And I will attack.
But at that attack, I would finally nail the coffin in my humanity. To kill such innocence who was just trying to live in this confusing war.
She threw gun, without the safety on, and I lunged.
Author's Note: Hopefully you got that this was based on two different point of views. Episode 24 is one of my most favorite episodes, I might even say it's my number one. I hoped you liked it! And please oh please feel free to comment!