A/N: This was another 'would-be-prompt'
Original Prompt: Broken Wings
Character(s): Toshiro & Momo
She raised her hand to the mirror and touched the cracked surface gently. Her pale, soft finger ran along the edge of the mangled reflective ice. She felt the slight sting of fresh air entering the small wound but the sensation was soon smothered by the trickle of crimson blood that slid slowly down her hand then wrist and dripped to the floor. Her eyes remained fixed on the uneven surface, though. There was something... something wrong.
His wings were cracked and weakening with each blow. The purple ice crystals had almost totally dissolved and he closed his eyes and prayed that a hidden burst of reiatsu would engulf his weakening limbs. He heard the sound of metal sliding over metal and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The grating sound was accompanied by the sound of cruel laughter. Sighing, he gave up.
He opened his eyes in time to see the blade enter his body. The metallic silver gave a deceptively beautiful glimmer of reflected moonlight and he caught his breath. The pain didn't come. As soon as the sword cut his skin, thick ice surrounded the blade and cut off feeling. He needed seconds. The enemy, surprised by his lack of resistance, continued forward, into Toshiro's own sword. He fell, gasping to the earth.
The last ice crystal burst and fell like purple hail on the shockingly white hair. The wings too, shattered along with the tail and claw-like gauntlets. His blood flowed freely from the new, reopening wounds and his eyes were sliding shut. The wind rushed through his hair and clothes, picking at the cloth and making his eyes water. Scarlett rain fell from the sky and drenched the small figure spiralling towards the hard death.
As he fell, tiny shards of his broken wings dusted his face with tiny cuts and scratches…
Momo was crying. The looking glass had shattered completely. It lay in pieces around her badly cut knees and feet. Her hands held her sobbing head and her kimono was drenched in blood from the knees down. Tiny shards of ice impaled her and she prayed the reflective surface had cracked of its own accord. Instead, she knew he lay somewhere in the human world; his life slowly ebbing away.