Thread
Thread holds things together. Binds them by force, so they will not break apart. Only with much wear can one succeed in breaking thread. Or it could be as simple as holding something sharp to it.
I am bound unwillingly to Kamui as he is bound to me.
The thread of destiny pulls us together.
The destiny in which one of us will kill the other.
Can it really be that good? We can never break free though. This thread is much thicker then the string in a needle or clothing.
This thread will never break.
The sword that sits in my hand is sharp and deadly, a swipe and you would be dead. Sharper then any mortal blade in this world is what it is. Ironic though that I cannot cut the small bonds that bind us.
The unseen bonds run deep connecting our very souls. We share the same dream and the same fate.
One of us will be unhappy
One of us will have our world
One of us will die
One of our visions will die as well
So here I am on Tokyo Tower, for the last time. For the thread that binds us will break soon, and when the binds vanish so will I. For that is the fate of the one who loves.