Anything Can Happen
By Any Unborn Child
"I'm sorry, Kurogane-san."
Syaoran repeated this phrase over and over in his head, even though deep down he felt as if he could apologize a million times and it still wouldn't be enough.
He had seen Kurogane-san's memories, the memories that Kurogane himself had not shared with anyone, and by only touching that book, the Book of Memories, Syaoran had trespassed where he shouldn't have.
He saw the land that Kurogane had once lived in, the serene land of Suwa.
He saw the relationship that he had had with his parents, a provincial lord and a young priestess.
He saw how an army of demons subsequently killed his father, and left Kurogane to defend himself and his mother.
He saw how Kurogane's mother died soon after. How Kurogane was so truly, and so utterly alone.
Syaoran didn't know what to say or what he should have said to ease the warrior's pain, all he knew was that tears flowed freely from his eyes and there was no stopping them.
He felt his pain.
He felt his agony.
Kurogane's inner turmoil and his sealed sadness were there in his memory and nothing could erase those feelings, not after Syaoran saw those events play out in his head.
Those memories were the source of the warrior's anger, his turmoil, and his searing agony that clung to him like chains.
Syaoran wanted to set him free from those chains, those binding chains that held him back from moving forward, from seeing a better tomorrow.
He wanted to let the stoic warrior know that if there was anything he could do for him, he would be there.
That he wasn't alone.
He too felt pain.
He too felt inadequate.
He too felt that he could have prevented what took all sanity and hope away from him.
Saying sorry wasn't going to help anymore.
That was just a phrase.
That meant nothing to the warrior.
Condolences for what happened in the past weren't going to change anything.
Those were empty words.
The only thing left to do was to assure him that he was there by his side.
Syaoran wanted to learn what Kurogane learned from his father.
He also wanted to see at least one look of happiness that wasn't from the satisfied grin of causing bloodshed.
He wanted to help him heal old wounds.
Time didn't heal all those old wounds, left infected with such bitterness and a dark outlook on life.
With such ferocity, the warrior was at least directing his anger in battle, but that was only temporary.
What about the rest of his life?
Would he have to keep on fighting empty battles until he too was dead?
Until he would join his parents in the afterlife?
No.
Syaoran wouldn't let that happen.
There was no use for senseless carnage.
He had to help him, in another way.
He would fight alongside him.
He would let Kurogane-san teach him everything that he knew about fighting.
So that, in some way, he was helping Kurogane fight for what he lost.
Who knew?
Anything could happen.
Fin