ANATA WA SHIAWASE NI NARU
Hakuoki/Utapri crossover
Disclaimer: I don't own Hakuoki, nor do I own Uta no Prince-Sama. This story is a figment of my imagination, with the characters being borrowed from their true owners.
Summary: STARISH was bound together with much older and bloodier bonds. A promise, spoken many years ago is now bound to either come true or crash and burn.
Shout Out: My next foray into Utapri and first one in writing crossover between those two fandoms. A lofty goal, I have to admit, but I need some breathing space from my main projects and life, busy as it is. The idea has been written out last year, and hopefully I will flesh it out more this year. Why this particular crossover? It tickled both my brain. 'Nuff said.
A fair warning - the length of the chapters will vary, from short, almost snippet-like ones, to longer ones, depending on my mood.
Warnings: AU-verse, crossover, death, violent scenes and maybe happily ever after. Oh, and drama galore.
A thousand years' promise, the midsummer night's dream
Reaching for tomorrow and when it shatters -
What can you do, except to follow through?
*Chizuru*
"I want to protect you."
Innocent, terrible words that haunted her.
She didn't want this. She never wanted this. Not for the terrible price all of them had been forced to pay in order to satisfy her selfish desire to find her father.
If she had been cleverer, more rational, she would have gone back home, found herself a good man and got married to him. If she had been a little bit stronger, she could've protected them from getting those terrible wounds and consequently from being killed. If she had been a lot more selfless than she was, she wouldn't have let her heart tie itself to them so strongly.
Her strong, beautiful, brave protectors.
The Wolves of Mibu - captains of their small, ragged pack holding onto their pride and honor when it was being washed away like blood spilling from the cooling corpses.
Within her heart, she cradled those smiles, that kindness and those tiny moments of happiness like the most precious jewels, the fallen stars from the endless winter sky.
It will happen, she knew, once again. Once again, she would have to choose, and the mere thought was both heady relief and terrible agony. How many times, she wondered, would she have to break the others in order to make one of them happy?
The answer was mercilessly simple and at the same time, horrifying in its simplicity.
Always one time too many.