Hello Guys! This is a fic dedicated to one of our beloved actors, miko sotto. May you be happy with God in heaven forever. This is a one-shot fic so I hope you enjoy!
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Fallen Angel
Red.
The color of blood and pain. The manifestation of suffering and danger. The color that has a metallic smell that is blood which seeps through the wounds of the wounded.
Blue over Red.
The colors that pierced the wind goddess's heart. Blue hair that blended into the blood that was scattered all over the hard concrete floor.
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The heavy beads of rain splashed on the black umbrellas showering the mire soil that was freshly turned open for a casket to fit through. The resonance of pain and denial echoed through the air as the lady beside the navy blue coffin followed its call and tears fell from her emerald eyes. The stinging pounding of the rain plunged and wrapped her body in a layer of icy water.
Fallen from the balcony.
The incident which caused the death of the ensui wielder. No one knows why though. If he brought death upon himself, or fate that let him slip and fall 10 stories below. But one thing was for sure.
He was gone.
Her glassy emerald eyes looked at the coffin with her beloved lying down in his black ensemble. He wasn't wearing a smile. His face had given away visible signs to let his dearly-loved know that it was not time for him to go.
That's life…
And there's nothing we can do…
Fuuko's eyes flooded with tears as she cried wordlessly; remembering the night before when he was still alive. She looked at the silver ring on her finger, emotions starting to deluge inside; like a dam brimming with gushing water. Funny, it seems that her illness started to become worse after this catastrophe. Blood she started to cough out, holding out a snow white kerchief before her lips. White met with red.
"Fuuko-chan, daijobu?" The flame caster's princess exclaimed. The wind goddess simply smiled back at the worrying maiden, as she returned the bloody kerchief back inside her purse. Holding a red thorny rose in her hand, she clutched it tight; letting the thick red liquid from her porcelain colored skin seep out, remembering the blood they shed as the Hokage many years ago. She walked toward her beloved, and placed the rose beside his hand. She slowly backed away as the coffin started to go into soft ground beneath where they stood. She clutched in her left hand, his priceless ensui, and gripped it tight while she watched the casket being covered in blankets of soil.
"Fuuko…"
"Fuuko…"
Parallel to where she was standing was a man in white. His silky silver mane as soft as ever blew gently with the wind. Eyes wide open; Fuuko looked around and realized that no one else noticed him standing there. He came just for her. The silver-haired gentleman extended an arm, somehow letting her want to go somewhere with him. He gently smiled and waited for the maiden to take it.
Seeing him there somehow comforted her rather than shock her. She looked at his pale hand and traced her gaze until it met his sapphire blue eyes. Fuuko being puzzled and glad at the same time, simply smiled and without hesitation, took a step forward with her hand outstretched; wanting to hold him again.
"Mi-chan…"
As she fell into the supple ground, she felt herself separate from her body and drift into the arms of Tokiya hugging him tight; never wanting to let go.
They left hand in hand into the shining white light before them; leaving the others who crowded around the maiden's lifeless body.
Fin…
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