Title: And Another Petal Falls
Rating: PG/T
Genre: Angst/Drama
Summary: Lotus hourglass icon inspired. No Pairings. Everything ends. It's simply a matter of how long more and how to use that time.
Disclaimer: Original names, characters and places don't belong to me. I don't own anything except the general ridiculous plot-less plot. OC(s), if any, is/are mere make-believe. Yadablah.
He swore by his routine, anyone who knew him knew that. Hence the boring soba daily, the fixed times for training, meditation and whatnot daily. But this one time, he'd broken it. Rather than training and being what the baka usagi would term 'sword-happy,' he was cooped up in the drafty room that was 'his.'
It wouldn't be, for long. As he'd once told the sprout, people at the Order lasted briefly. His room wouldn't be his when he was gone; and it wouldn't be long before that happened.
Eying the lotus, it was painfully obvious how little time he had left. A mere 2 petals hung in midair, the rest having fallen to the bottom.
There was no hope for removing the curse now. So he'd found when he found the empty cottage of 'that person' and 'that person's' remains. Killed by what should be Noah.
As he had always been brutally honest with himself, he admitted that it was because he'd started to care too much – damn the sprout. Since his appearance, he'd started being more and more reckless: more wounds and whatnot just so help others. And so the petals fell.
This time had been no different. Another petal would fall soon. A sardonic curl of lip that no one would see. There was hardly any time left now.
Death would come. Pain that he had not felt much due to the lotus… It was ironic how that now, without the death of himself and the lotus, he'd feel pain again. It was as inevitable as the sun rising. He could only hope it took down some important thing from the other side when he did. Save those idiots some trouble.
Lenalee would cry and scold him for being stupid through her tears. He wished she wouldn't. It was unbecoming and annoying. The usagi would try to implement his bookman heartlessness. Too much like him, Lavi had failed to keep others at bay and let himself care. Except that the rabbit showed it. And the moyashi would blame himself, damned hero complex, while trying not to cry.
He sighed and allowed some emotion to flicker. At least he'd kept them at bay enough so they didn't know. They'd grieve less.
He didn't try to save the world – just wanted to do what he could. If death was a sure path, then he won't go down without a fight and not without taking down some akuma or noah either.
And so he sat and watched.
And another petal fell.
Finis.
A/N: It was rather drabble-ish, wasn't it? I just wanted to try doing death from Kanda's perspective. But in that, I think it failed miserably. Please R&R :D