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'Ello. Anago-chan here. This is the result of severe writer's block. Why the flip are so many of my fics revolving around Ron anyway? Hoo boy... well, here we go again, with another one from his point of view.
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Outlaw Star. Thanks for asking.
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Cry // Ron MacDougall
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Harry... Oh God, this can't be happening. You can't be dead, you can't! We were supposed to be together forever, isn't that right?
I'm holding your limp body close to me. You look so peaceful... you.... No. No, don't leave me like this. My only little brother. You mean everything to me, Harry. You know that. Don't you remember all those nights we shared? I told you how much I cared about you. I promised to...
I promised to protect you.
I never should have had you go a separate way. If you're gone, it's... it's my fault. Everything that's happened to you. You've suffered so much. If I had stayed by your side like I promised, you'd still be here. But now... now...
I can't accept it. I won't. It's not true. Please, Harry, you have to wake up. What good is this name now? We can't be the MacDougall Brothers if it's only me.
I remember that time when you were only six years old. You were cutting out a picture you'd drawn, and your hand with the scissors slipped and you cut your finger. You cried for a few hours, even after I'd sprayed some disinfectant on it and put on one of those neon blue band-aids you liked. Eventually you said it didn't hurt anymore, and you hugged me. You always said you wanted to be like me.
Why would you? You'd really want to be someone who breaks promises to the people he cares about?
My eyes are stinging. What is this? It's like I can't control myself anymore. I'm shaking, and suddenly I feel a hot drop of water roll down my cheek and onto yours. I'm crying. I'm crying over you, Harry. Do you see what you've done to me?
If this were a fairy tale, you would have woken up the moment that tear hit your cheek. But it's not. This is reality, and... you're gone. It's my fault. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Nothing, except for revenge. And I swear on your soul, I'll make sure that they all feel your pain. They'll all suffer just like you did. I'll tear them apart with my own hands.
I have to leave you now, Harry. But I'll never let go of the memories. And until we're reunited someday... I love you.
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Mm. Cheesy ending, eh? This didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Well, review and tell me what you think.
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'Ello. Anago-chan here. This is the result of severe writer's block. Why the flip are so many of my fics revolving around Ron anyway? Hoo boy... well, here we go again, with another one from his point of view.
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Disclaimer: No, I don't own Outlaw Star. Thanks for asking.
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Cry // Ron MacDougall
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Harry... Oh God, this can't be happening. You can't be dead, you can't! We were supposed to be together forever, isn't that right?
I'm holding your limp body close to me. You look so peaceful... you.... No. No, don't leave me like this. My only little brother. You mean everything to me, Harry. You know that. Don't you remember all those nights we shared? I told you how much I cared about you. I promised to...
I promised to protect you.
I never should have had you go a separate way. If you're gone, it's... it's my fault. Everything that's happened to you. You've suffered so much. If I had stayed by your side like I promised, you'd still be here. But now... now...
I can't accept it. I won't. It's not true. Please, Harry, you have to wake up. What good is this name now? We can't be the MacDougall Brothers if it's only me.
I remember that time when you were only six years old. You were cutting out a picture you'd drawn, and your hand with the scissors slipped and you cut your finger. You cried for a few hours, even after I'd sprayed some disinfectant on it and put on one of those neon blue band-aids you liked. Eventually you said it didn't hurt anymore, and you hugged me. You always said you wanted to be like me.
Why would you? You'd really want to be someone who breaks promises to the people he cares about?
My eyes are stinging. What is this? It's like I can't control myself anymore. I'm shaking, and suddenly I feel a hot drop of water roll down my cheek and onto yours. I'm crying. I'm crying over you, Harry. Do you see what you've done to me?
If this were a fairy tale, you would have woken up the moment that tear hit your cheek. But it's not. This is reality, and... you're gone. It's my fault. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Nothing, except for revenge. And I swear on your soul, I'll make sure that they all feel your pain. They'll all suffer just like you did. I'll tear them apart with my own hands.
I have to leave you now, Harry. But I'll never let go of the memories. And until we're reunited someday... I love you.
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Mm. Cheesy ending, eh? This didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Well, review and tell me what you think.
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