Pain
By Magma
Subaru's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, threatening to overflow into a flood of crystalline water. Blood dripped from his fingers, falling. . . and the grass below him was stained red, almost as red as /he/ had been when he had killed him.
It was so beautiful, he thought absentmindedly, blood staining his white trenchcoat. He felt. . . detached, somewhat, from his body. The kills always affected him like this. His eyes followed the track of blood from bloody hands to the blades of grass below. He fought against the sudden urge to tear off the fingerless black gloves he wore, but couldn't bear doing it. Too many memories prevented him to actually /doing/ the action. He had worn the gloves over his hands for the past 10 years, ever since that fateful day. . .
Subaru smiled a wistful, bitter smile, transforming his look of murderer to sudden tragedy. And then he wept, shoulders shaking. Tears of blood fell, falling. . . Falling to the earth, where they were never meant to be at all.
But when the first crimson tear was to hit the earth, a slender hand shot out to catch it.
He raised his crying eyes to face the owner of the hand. . . and nearly fell back from shock.
"Y-you!" he stuttered, his voice steadily climbing higher in volume. "I killed you!"
Seishirou Sakurazuka brushed back strands of hair out of his face, smirking.
"What a wonderful job you did too, Subaru-kun, " Seishirou replied. "Problem is, I'm not dead. Want to try again?"
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I never could bring myself to type up something TB/X related. Hmm. . . think I should continue?
By Magma
Subaru's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, threatening to overflow into a flood of crystalline water. Blood dripped from his fingers, falling. . . and the grass below him was stained red, almost as red as /he/ had been when he had killed him.
It was so beautiful, he thought absentmindedly, blood staining his white trenchcoat. He felt. . . detached, somewhat, from his body. The kills always affected him like this. His eyes followed the track of blood from bloody hands to the blades of grass below. He fought against the sudden urge to tear off the fingerless black gloves he wore, but couldn't bear doing it. Too many memories prevented him to actually /doing/ the action. He had worn the gloves over his hands for the past 10 years, ever since that fateful day. . .
Subaru smiled a wistful, bitter smile, transforming his look of murderer to sudden tragedy. And then he wept, shoulders shaking. Tears of blood fell, falling. . . Falling to the earth, where they were never meant to be at all.
But when the first crimson tear was to hit the earth, a slender hand shot out to catch it.
He raised his crying eyes to face the owner of the hand. . . and nearly fell back from shock.
"Y-you!" he stuttered, his voice steadily climbing higher in volume. "I killed you!"
Seishirou Sakurazuka brushed back strands of hair out of his face, smirking.
"What a wonderful job you did too, Subaru-kun, " Seishirou replied. "Problem is, I'm not dead. Want to try again?"
~*~
I never could bring myself to type up something TB/X related. Hmm. . . think I should continue?