Ello:D Here's a shorttt S80 fic for you guys:) Hope you like it:D
Disclaimer: I don't own KHR._.
"Make sure you master the way of the sword. With that, you will never fall." Those were the words of none other than the second sword emperor, Superbi Squalo. Boy, was he ever wrong. If that statement were to be true, he would not have fallen with sword in hand. He would not have fallen to them at all. How could he have fallen to a few drunkards? I stare into empty space as Squalo lies in a hospital bed in front of me.
Thank goodness he is not dead. Yet, at least. I don't know how I will be able to deal with life if Squalo were to die in front of me, right there and right then. How would you fare, if your lover died in in front of you, especially because it was your fault?
Thoughts flash through my mind as I think of how Squalo had gotten so gravely injured. The guns, all pointing towards me. The shark himself jumping towards me, knocking me out of the way just as shoot-out began, he himself caught up in the fray.
His body jerks once, twice, thrice, falling to the ground, muscles twitching periodically as he lay as pale as a ghost in a spreading sea of crimson red blood. He sacrificed himself for my safety. He laid his life, his body, his everything so I would not have gotten shot. Squalo gave up everything just so that I would remain unharmed.
I remember as clear as the day how much my mind had warped when that happened. I remember how I turned from a wolf in sheep's clothing, to one in a Tyrannosaurus Rex's hide. I remember how I slaughtered each and every single one of them, all five of the men that had harmed my Squalo. I remember how each of them screamed in mercy. I remember how I ignored all the shrieks.
I remember everything.
Tears start to leak out of my eyes uncontrollably. It was Valentine's Day, for crying out loud! Why did this have to happen today? Why DID it even have to happen? Why did those drunk men have to have guns on them? Why?
My tears glide off my face and they drip onto Squalo's hand. I pick up the limp hand and mould it to the contours of my cheek, letting more tears stream between the digits. Closing my eyes, I knew that my hope was dwindling. No! I cannot give up hope! Not on this! Definitely not on this! Squalo will live!
Please... Please survive, Squalo. I really don't know what I would do without you. Please... Please...
I repeat those lines in my head over and over and over, till they imprint themselves into my mind. I have never felt this distraught, this anguish before. How I wish I no longer need to feel this way.
I waited for a sign. The twitch of a finger, the flutter of an eyelid. Anything that could, and would tell me that Squalo was returning back to me. But all I hear is his shallow breathing through the respirator. The sound reverberates through the room. How annoying. Squalo would have trashed the machine if he were awake.
Why? Why, Squalo, why? Why won't you return back to me? Your surgery was a success, the doctors said you would live. Why aren't you coming back to my side?
Squalo, I miss you. Squalo, I love you. So, please. Please. Come back to me once more. I'm begging you, please...
I wait. I wait even longer. I wait till I fall asleep, and after I wake up, I wait some more.
Suddenly, everything changes. A turn for the better. A twitching finger. Widening eyes. Falling tears. A growing smile.
I love you, Squalo. Please don't ever do that again. Next time, let me take the fall instead. Next time, let me be the one to give my life for you.
Well. My first S80. Read and Review please:) So I can improve:D Seeya!