Hurricane Thunderclap
The long dark-haired female sat by the bed, her hands clasped around the female's hand, staring at her fondly, deeply.
"I didn't believe them. I really didn't, you know…?"
The female pulled out a heart-shaped locket hanging from under her top, and held it tightly in her hands. If not for the girl's gloves, she'd be digging her nails so hard into her hand she'd definitely be bleeding.
"I… I really, really didn't believe them."
A tear drops from her eyes.
"We were supposed to grow old together! We could have done so much good… Why… Why did you lose to something as horrible as this?"
The woman lays unmoving in the bed, and the dark haired female stands up angrily.
"Fine! Do you know what, Okita? I'll do it myself! I, Oda Nobunaga, w-will… will..." and just as suddenly as the girl stands up, she collapses onto her knees, and wails.
She just stays on the ground, her fingers digging into the gloves that are pressed against her knees, as she lets out her frustration and tears.
Okita Souji.
The love of her life.
Lost to another disease.
Oda knew it was going to happen again- she did, she just refused to believe it would. They were both Servants now. Heroic Spirits! They weren't supposed to repeat the same death's they had in life, right?
They weren't supposed to repeat their mistakes.
So then why did it happen again? Why did Okita Souji lose her life for the second time to diseases? Was it impossible to avoid all of their fate's? Was she, too, going to die making the same mistakes she made in life?
Oda refused to accept that.
She wouldn't die being killed without a fair fight. It wasn't right. Okita shouldn't have, either. She was a Saber, for God's sake! She was the most honorable class of them all! She shouldn't have died without a fair fight, either!
The Archer could sill remember the first time Okita's sickness truly started to get serious.
When Oda walked into the hospital room, seeing Okita hooked up to all those machines- the IV tubes stuck in her veins… The doctor's surprisingly close by as the Saber ate her meals and sat up… Oda didn't think it'd be as serious as it was. She knew something was off…
Something was different… But didn't think it'd get worse.
Not the way it did.
Biological clock.
Hurricane Thunder Clap.
She won't last long now-
The whispers are endless, and they flock the Heroic Spirit's brain whenever she's out of hearing range of Okita with the other Servants.
If Oda shot an abnormal number of monsters this week, no one said anything to her about it at all. As a matter of fact, no one dared do anything but offer condolences to Oda at this point, too afraid to wind up right where Okita would be- dead.
It was only the first week into her offical diagnosis, and Oda already wanted to give up.
Okita was still smiling, though.
Time wore on, and on, continuously-
-and it's funny, in a truly sad way, that the more time passes, the more each moment becomes more and more precious. Savored more. Each second the clock ticks is another off of Okita's life, and another shard ripped from Oda's heart.
By the second month, they're hardly speaking.
By the third month, Oda has demanded they find a cure. is pushed into overdrive for work, now.
By the fourth month, Okita is now bedridden.
By the fifth month, Oda gives up.
By the sixth month? She refuses to leave Okita's side.
One day, in their final days together, Okita looks at her with tired eyes. She's still smiling, though. She's always smiling. Does she ever stop?
And she apologizes.
Oda breaks.
There are tears overflowing down into rivers down her cheeks and her heart aches so hard she can feel it breaking.
Okita was gone by morning.