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Sakuma was not used to failing. Teikoku won. Teikoku always won.
But times change. It fell. Failure hit him cold and hard, like waves in a stormy sea- surrounding him, dragging him in.
But he tried. Gasping for air, holding on to what he could find, fighting hopelessly against the unfathomable ocean.
Failing the expectations of those who trusted in him-believed in him- felt like a huge part of him had been ripped off and he could do nothing but watch helplessly as his world came crashing down around him- everything he had worked for, everything he could claim as his own- lost, hauled to immeasurable depths of the ocean, never to be restarted again.
And he was drowning with it, as if a huge weight was tugging him down, reminding him, taunting him, of his dreams, his aspirations, which were now shattered into pieces, devoid of any hope of ever being realized.
He gave in. Wanting to crawl into a hole and never having to look back to the past. The wild waters washed over him, drawing him in. He did not resurface.
Fin.
Sakuma: wait.I drowned? I died?
Me: figuratively.
Sakuma: *freaking* you killed me?
Me: Er...not practically, no.
Sakuma: -whew- still that was creepy.
Kidou: that was suicide. it is creepy.
Sakuma: S-Suicide?
Me: actually it's much up to the reader to fill in the details...
Kidou: and now, dear reader, you're wondering why you read this crap. *smirk*
Me: hey don't call it crap! *tries to hit Kidou with a baseball bat*
Sakuma: *sweatdrop* still, I was the one who died...
Me: shut up. don't complain. *sweet smile* thank you for reading. reviews are love. *bows*