The Fruit of life
ONE SHOT. If Isuzu died, how would Haru react? Random OC. Pretty short-written eons ago. Sorry, it's so terrible! May continue if it proves popular...which I doubt it will ha-ha. :)
Listen....never fear...I will save you. Eternity, we shall never be separated.
Hatsuharu Sohma sat up in bed quickly, the light of dawn drifted through the drapes, and onto his bed. Shaken, he pushed off the bedclothes. That dream, there it was again, remembering those calm , helping, yet chilling words. Words of affection- meant to terrify. Juxtaposition. If ever he had to make an example of one, that would be it. The haunting smile, which never reached the eyes, the calm and gentle words of protection which smothered, the blood slipping eerily over pale, ill hands. The body.
Haru shook himself forcefully, and pushed his long legs over the side of his bed. Rin. Not a day went by then he did not wake to think of her almost as soon as he opened his eyes, and today he almost felt guilty that this had been delayed for his own fear.
His fault , that was what it was what it was. His fault, that Rin was dead. He had let it happen. She had died alone. Alone , with no one to even hold her hand. No one to tell her they loved her.
No one.
A love...so evil it would kill, but poison not present...life and death is between us, and in my hands.
The sickly words echoed, haunting him. He would never forget the hateful words , the words dripping in false sympathy, like the hands dripping in blood. A death that he could have prevented, a death that was worse than his own, a death upon his head , a death he rathered was his own.
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Hours later, the dream was little but a memory in Hatsuharu's head, but a constant and painful one. He was a different person than the one he used to be.
Everyone had noticed it; Yuki, Momiji , Kyo ,Shigure ,Tohru ,even Tohru's friends Arisa Outoni and Saki Hanajima. The teachers had shown concern at his less than normal span of attention, Hatori had given him a check up out of pure worry and found no reason for his depressed mood.
No one cared about her, no one knew- only he.
Walking into the classroom , later than usual -which was not saying much- the teacher ushered him into his seat with a swift, firm wave of his hand, and continued his sentence as if nothing had happened. The teacher was talking animatedly about quadratic equations so Haru automatically tuned out, but he was brought back from the brink when there was a loud self important knock on the door.
The teacher affirmed to indicate entry and the teacher from the year above- which Haru vaguely recognised and matched the name Mayuko-sensei to her face because she was Tohru, Yuki and Kyo's teacher- marched in with a girl following closely behind her nervously.
Mayuko-sensei had an in depth discussion with their teacher and Haru had the opportunity to appraise the girl standing uneasily before them.
The girl was tall, but not too tall and had thin , long legs. Haru appraised these a little longer than needed, then continued to take in her appearance. She was very thin , nicely thin in Haru's opinion , a face well defined and with delicate features. Beautifully sized eyes the colour of nature – not blue , not brown or green not even grey gold or black. Not violet. Eyes that told everything, that held everything. Knowledge. They were rimmed with long, ebony lashes. Her lips were a soft pink and had a perfect cupid bow. Thick auburn hair which fell carefully on her thin shoulders. She embodied the type of fey idea he had always had when he heard about English faery tales.
Haru felt shamed for appraising her. Feeling the shadow of Isuzu's body on his face, he looked away. He could not have her. He could have no one. It was his fault, it always would be. Haunted.
Blame. The blame, undoubtedly lies with you, Hatsuharu.