Duzzie
Word Count: 187
Fear
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Fai cannot remember being this afraid for a long, long time. A choking fear that he has once again lost something, someone. A dread that he has failed once again.
As he looks down upon the water stained red, it spreads, seeps like the spiders of his past always do. "There's blood!"
"Is Syaoran okay!?" he's not sure who shouts it, can't tell the voices apart, but somehow he manages to form a word…A name.
"Syaoran-kun." The blood in the water is swirling now, swirling, swirling. He throws Mokona from his shoulder and jumps into the water with more grace than a dead man should posses.
For a few seconds that take an eternity, he cannot see anything. He cannot see Syaoran, cannot see Syaoran, cannot see Syaoran, and then…he can, and he wishes he couldn't. He is poised above Kamui, only it is not he.
This is the new Syaoran, the one that has recently taken over, and he is ripping Kamui's limbs, the blood spills out, pools and ripples into the water, mixing with Syaoran's own.
Fai cannot remember ever being this afraid of someone.