Forge of the Angels
by SMYGO4EVA
Chitaru had dreamt about Hitsugi. Though Hitsugi was small, she held out her hand and offered Chitaru her a dance. She was unsure, uncertain, but in her heart she knew that it was all right. She walked over and took the offered hand, her eyes looking at their feet almost touching. Their fingers intertwined and their eyes locked, Chitaru couldn't look away from Hitsugi.
Despite her best intentions, her true goals, she held onto the girl's smile.
Angel's Trumpet…
Her heartbeat soon quickened, her palms sweaty. The whole world spun around her, and she shut her eyes tightly.
Hitsugi had the scent of poison, sugar, and perfume, but Chitaru still held her hand. Hitsugi then hid her face in Chitaru's chest, eyes closing instinctively.
Chitaru opened her eyes, and she found herself trapped in darkness, her sword now in her hands. She blinked and lifted her head. Bright colors lay before her. She was back from the cloying emptiness that wrought her being, from all the confusion.
When the chance was right in front of her, to avenge her mentor's daughter, she knew she couldn't do it, she couldn't go through with it. It was a tragedy, caught between duty and love; it was ironic. Hitsugi was who she truly loved, who she truly cared for; she didn't want to condemn them both to such a grisly fate.
Her love sustained her, though it was against everything she had worked for. It was against justice, and yet it was for love.
Chitaru knew that she loved Hitsugi, and that Hitsugi felt the same. That was enough for them, for now. Even after coming back from certain death- a sheer miracle - they were together for all time; it was then that it was by the forge of the angels.