A/N: Written for dgray_contest on LiveJournal, week #1: sin.
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Faithless
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Tonight, the wind comes from the north.
It is cold in his flying hair, loose around his shoulders and darker than the sky. On the horizon far to the west there is a thin red glow marking the place where the sun died.
Romania smells nothing like England.
Far below him sleep his companions, by the shores of a deep black lake. All he can see of Allen is his hair. Lavi seems fast asleep, but Kanda knows better than to believe him. Linali is invisible beneath her black sleeping bag. The only sign of her presence is the slow rise and fall of her breath, a measured heartbeat in the dark.
He turns his eyes starward again and watches the moon rise.
United under God, he thinks, and smiles bitterly, seeing Suman Dark fall and rot over and over in Allen's eyes. But what sort of God?
It's a topic never discussed among the ranks. God is God, and that is all. Kanda cares little, most of the time, but every now and then...
If he were to stand and throw Mugen far out into the dark, glittering water, if he were to walk down the wrong side of this mountain, lose himself in the gnarled ancient woods and never come back, who would he be betraying? What wages would he pay for that sin?
For years he has served, and now he knows: death. White, screaming, mindless death.
The temptation remains, faithless.
What does he owe the Order? They have given him nothing worth anything at all, and perhaps somewhere else in the world is a place he could learn happiness from.
He stays.
Because here, with the taste of death in his mouth and Mugen singing softly to itself at his hip, he knows who he is.
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A/N: Kanda is an atheist, y/n?