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Note: This is a pretty dumb… and short poetry-like fic. But you can still please me and read this willingly anyway.
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Rain
By wood-nymph
The strong survives. The weak perishes.
He stood alone, still holding the sword. Five bodies scattered around him. Blood, spilling all over.
"Are you crying?"
He looked up to the sky, rain deluging down on him.
He smiled.
"No."
Rain
Wash away this filth on my hands
The blood I have spilt
The guilt in my heart
The stain on this sword
Rain
Wash away these tears
Take away my fears
My vulnerability…
Help me smile
Help me suppress my emotions
Rain
Wash away this anguish I harbor
Let me run
Without looking back
Make me strong
Rain
Wash away my doubts
Because… I feel so insecure
Is it wrong to be weak?
Is it really the strong who prevails?
Is it right… to kill?
He stared at the sword. It seemed so sharp, so cold…
It must be really painful to be slashed by a sword… I think… I think that I'll give this back.
I know I'm weak, but it doesn't really bother me…
"That brat! He has been hiding the assassin! Let's kill him!"
He ran blindly, eyes widened in fear… still clutching his sword.
"Someone, help me! They're going to kill me! Shishio-san!"
Rain
Yes, wash away these doubts
Yes, the strong survives
The weak shall die
"Do you want to follow me?"
He nodded, and walked along with Shishio.
"Shishio-san, can I be strong?"
"Yes. I'll be the only one stronger than you."
Rain
Wash away this pain
Let me smile
Make me smile
I will hold my head up high
I will smile
Yes, he smiled.
Through the pelting of the rain, he smiled.
But the truth is…
The truth is…
He was crying.
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