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Cold of Rain, Cold of Death
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Never before in life have I felt so cold. Waves of ice seem to wash over me, yet the water does not touch me. It rises though. From my viewpoint, I can see the waters rushing over the edge of the river towards the place we three call home. Right now, I worry not about the ones there. I am safe from the waters, high in the sturdy tree by the river, underneath which we had planned to be married. The thought forces a tear from my eye, and it mixes with the rainwater pelting against my face. I had never meant to betray him, my love, and I don't believe he had meant to do it either, and yet it stung so much I could not bear the heavy guilt upon my soul. That's why I told him we couldn't be together anymore. I didn't think it would hurt him so much. I didn't know he had seen what had happened. I was a fool and now, one of them shall die. I can't help but feel a soft touch on my heart knowing he is fighting for me, watching his graceful movements as he lunges. Blood is drawn, and I feel the pain upon my own skin. I don't want them to fight. Many times I can called out their names, called for them to come join me, where it is safe. Each time the wind whips the voice from my tongue. I am scared for them.
My fear heightens as he pushes him against the ledge. From here, I can see he ground bend beneath him. Once more I scream out for them to cease their fight, and they hear it. It came too late. They both look up to find me, pausing their battle, and in that moment, the ground gives way. He cries out as he no longer stands on solid ground. The waters are too harsh to allow anyone to live. Not today. I do not need to cry out. He still loves him as a friend, despite what he feels is betrayal. He dives onto the ledge, and it holds him. Warmth rushes through me as he grabs his hand. They can both live. They can join me here and we can make our peace. We can survive this torrential flood…together.
The warmth vanishes as I am blinded by a flash of light. Pain shoots through my body from the branch upon which I sit. The pain is too much to allow me to cry out. I can only sit, shivering, feeling a darkness tugging at my mind. Struggling to keep my mind awake, I hear a crack, loud and ominous. It is not of the thunder, but of the tree. A large branch falls past me and into the water below. It surges towards them, towards him. I try to cry out to warn him, but my voice is nothing more than a mouse's. Somehow, though, something makes him look. Again, it came too late. I see blood from him, from my love's face. I see his hand shoot up to his face, and the other lose it's grip and I hear Hikou's last cry as the waters engulf him. I can fight no more. The blackness engulfs me, and I feel myself falling…
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Well, I'd say this turned out well. Kouran fanfic for Chichiri's birthday ^___^ No one really knows what happened to her, so this is my interpretation of how she died.
