Disclaimer: It's not mine.
~*~*
I do not want to kill you.
I do not want to stain this knife with your blood, but I fear you are already half dead anyway.
You look at me with those eyes, those numb, unfeeling, half-dead amber eyes, and I think you understand what I am about to do.
I am going to kill you, Tasuki. I am going to kill an already dead man.
As I step in front of you, the knife in my hand, I wonder what the others will think when they run into this empty room, this room completely devoid of souls.
My death will hurt, it might be unbearable, but yours won't because you don't feel. Your heart, your very soul, was ripped away when you watched Nuriko die on that mountaintop, blood tracing his footsteps in the snow.
When you died, I died.
I love you so much it hurts, but I will always know your heart belongs to another. You will never stop hurting because your beloved is gone.
That is why I am killing you.
~*~*
I do not want to be killing you.
You say nothing, as I press my lips against yours, in the final kiss I craved but could never have. I catch a glimpse of your eyes before mine slide shut-they are beautiful, amber-colored, but a little surprised and caught off-guard, maybe a little guilty because you feel you've betrayed Nuriko.
I feel guilty too, as I sink the blade into your side in the midst of the kiss. A small choking sound escapes your throat, and a small bubble of blood appears in your mouth, growing, until it pops noiselessly. My lips, and yours too, are stained red with blood. The scent and taste of it, rich, metallic, almost unpleasant, reached my nose and tongue, as I wrench the knife in deeper.
Your blood spills onto the floor, soon to be joined by mine, as I break the first and last kiss I'll ever have from you. I kneel above your body, lying prone on the bed, and watch as your life drains silently away.
~*~*
I did not want to kill you.
They found me, lying on the floor, the blade stuck between my ribs. Mitsukake pulled it out, gently, and healed me before I bled to death.
He was too late for you, however. Your already-blank eyes stared up at the ceiling, mouth frozen in a small smile for eternity.
What do you see up there? Some paradise, where there is no war or famine? The divine flame of Suzaku, whom you were sworn to for eternity?
Nuriko, perhaps?
That's good. You'll be with Nuriko forever, until the end of time, and beyond.
You'll be happy, while I am still down here on earth. Never living, never dying, my hands stained forever with the crimson of your fiery blood.
I love you..
.and I just may kill you when I finally get up there.
~*~*
Owari, Minna-san! Domo arigatou for reading this! (Whoohoo! Took only a half-hour to type this!)
Suzuka: Y'all better review. Angel and I were working overtime.
Angel: I wish Chichi-chan was with Tasuki.
Chichi-chan, that's cute. This was a sad li'l Chichiri POV, set in the series after Nuriko died. A little on the dark side, except for the last part. I'm sorry I wrote the last sentence, for those of you who were crying properly, but I can't stand this much darkness! I needed to write something to cheer everyone up, because that's the kind of person I am.
Angel: I think I have an idea for a new Tas/Chi fanfic.
Really? I'm all ears. *Oh, yeah.* ^.^ Thanks for reading, Minna-san, and please review!
~*~*
I do not want to kill you.
I do not want to stain this knife with your blood, but I fear you are already half dead anyway.
You look at me with those eyes, those numb, unfeeling, half-dead amber eyes, and I think you understand what I am about to do.
I am going to kill you, Tasuki. I am going to kill an already dead man.
As I step in front of you, the knife in my hand, I wonder what the others will think when they run into this empty room, this room completely devoid of souls.
My death will hurt, it might be unbearable, but yours won't because you don't feel. Your heart, your very soul, was ripped away when you watched Nuriko die on that mountaintop, blood tracing his footsteps in the snow.
When you died, I died.
I love you so much it hurts, but I will always know your heart belongs to another. You will never stop hurting because your beloved is gone.
That is why I am killing you.
~*~*
I do not want to be killing you.
You say nothing, as I press my lips against yours, in the final kiss I craved but could never have. I catch a glimpse of your eyes before mine slide shut-they are beautiful, amber-colored, but a little surprised and caught off-guard, maybe a little guilty because you feel you've betrayed Nuriko.
I feel guilty too, as I sink the blade into your side in the midst of the kiss. A small choking sound escapes your throat, and a small bubble of blood appears in your mouth, growing, until it pops noiselessly. My lips, and yours too, are stained red with blood. The scent and taste of it, rich, metallic, almost unpleasant, reached my nose and tongue, as I wrench the knife in deeper.
Your blood spills onto the floor, soon to be joined by mine, as I break the first and last kiss I'll ever have from you. I kneel above your body, lying prone on the bed, and watch as your life drains silently away.
~*~*
I did not want to kill you.
They found me, lying on the floor, the blade stuck between my ribs. Mitsukake pulled it out, gently, and healed me before I bled to death.
He was too late for you, however. Your already-blank eyes stared up at the ceiling, mouth frozen in a small smile for eternity.
What do you see up there? Some paradise, where there is no war or famine? The divine flame of Suzaku, whom you were sworn to for eternity?
Nuriko, perhaps?
That's good. You'll be with Nuriko forever, until the end of time, and beyond.
You'll be happy, while I am still down here on earth. Never living, never dying, my hands stained forever with the crimson of your fiery blood.
I love you..
.and I just may kill you when I finally get up there.
~*~*
Owari, Minna-san! Domo arigatou for reading this! (Whoohoo! Took only a half-hour to type this!)
Suzuka: Y'all better review. Angel and I were working overtime.
Angel: I wish Chichi-chan was with Tasuki.
Chichi-chan, that's cute. This was a sad li'l Chichiri POV, set in the series after Nuriko died. A little on the dark side, except for the last part. I'm sorry I wrote the last sentence, for those of you who were crying properly, but I can't stand this much darkness! I needed to write something to cheer everyone up, because that's the kind of person I am.
Angel: I think I have an idea for a new Tas/Chi fanfic.
Really? I'm all ears. *Oh, yeah.* ^.^ Thanks for reading, Minna-san, and please review!
