A/N: Yaaay! My first story here!
I'm sorry for mistakes. I tried my best but English is not my mother tongue/
Disclaimer: Gintama is definitely not mine.
With Reflection
He knew he wasn't immortal. Not like that silver haired moron who has died thousand times already and was still okay. It was obvious to him that HE himself had only one life. Still…he felt a bit disappointed to die that young.
And here he thought he wasn't afraid of dying.
He closed his eyes just to open them one more time remembering that in a while he won't be able to open them ever again.
The wind moved a blood stained grass he was lying in. He slowly raised his hand to the gray sky.
How could he never seen how beautiful the sky was, no matter if it was cloudy or full of stars.
Quickly he pressed his hand to his mouth when he started coughing blood.
Damn it. The sky was so far and still he could feel it's warmth.
He took a look at his surroundings and winced. Was all that blood his?
Not that it mattered…
He felt his eyes slowly closing.
Was that it?
He was going to die just like that?
He sighted and a little smile formed on his lips.
He hoped that he lived well.
He hasn't changed, has he? He stayed the same for his whole life. The promise he made some time ago didn't have to be fulfilled.
He could die without any regrets.
The wind around him was getting colder and his eyelids were heavy. Then he heard footsteps. Someone was getting closer to him.
You're late asshole…
"Zura! Hang in there!"
"It's not Zura. It's Katsura…" He whispered and closed his eyes. He could hear his friend shouting something but gradually his voice was getting quieter.
He felt something wet on his cheeks.
After all he really regretted dying…