Forgive Me by Ri Kourin
Disclaimer: I don't own it, comprennez-vous???
~Amiboshi's POV~
I watched them recoil with pain and my heart screamed at me. Why was I doing this? How could I do this to people who trusted me? They fell to the ground and Miaka screamed for me to stop. My song faltered and my soul cried out for someone to save them. It pleaded to make the flute be drowned out somehow. I wanted them to live.
And then a high-pitched noise cut across the sound of my flute. Thank Suzaku that they could be saved. I lowered my flute and Tamahome rushed forward and kicked me. Falling back, I rubbed a bit of blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.
I ran, but my whole being wanted them to pursue me, to destroy me. They were the first people other than my brother who trusted me. They cared for me and I had destroyed them. But at the same time, had I tried they would already have been dead. I couldn't kill them! I wanted them to be happy, just please let them be happy!
I was actually relieved when the old man told me that the river could not be crossed. That people could drown in it. I skidded to a stop and spun around as I reached the river. They had caught up.
I took a step back. The Suzaku no Shichi Seishi and their miko must hate me now. But the ground beneath my foot crumbled and I fell towards the raging river below. To my surprise, the fall was cut short. Looking up, I realized that Miaka had grabbed my flute.
I smiled sadly at her. I did not deserve friends such as these. They still cared for me after all I had done. Forgive me, Miaka. And my hand released the flute. As I fell into the swollen river, I felt at peace. Perhaps my death would prevent my miko from summoning Seryuu. Perhaps it would save my friends. Outoutu. Please my brother, learn to live.
And as darkness filled my brain, I gave up my final thought and prayed that it would reach them. Forgive me, Suboshi and my friends.
Forgive me.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, comprennez-vous???
~Amiboshi's POV~
I watched them recoil with pain and my heart screamed at me. Why was I doing this? How could I do this to people who trusted me? They fell to the ground and Miaka screamed for me to stop. My song faltered and my soul cried out for someone to save them. It pleaded to make the flute be drowned out somehow. I wanted them to live.
And then a high-pitched noise cut across the sound of my flute. Thank Suzaku that they could be saved. I lowered my flute and Tamahome rushed forward and kicked me. Falling back, I rubbed a bit of blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.
I ran, but my whole being wanted them to pursue me, to destroy me. They were the first people other than my brother who trusted me. They cared for me and I had destroyed them. But at the same time, had I tried they would already have been dead. I couldn't kill them! I wanted them to be happy, just please let them be happy!
I was actually relieved when the old man told me that the river could not be crossed. That people could drown in it. I skidded to a stop and spun around as I reached the river. They had caught up.
I took a step back. The Suzaku no Shichi Seishi and their miko must hate me now. But the ground beneath my foot crumbled and I fell towards the raging river below. To my surprise, the fall was cut short. Looking up, I realized that Miaka had grabbed my flute.
I smiled sadly at her. I did not deserve friends such as these. They still cared for me after all I had done. Forgive me, Miaka. And my hand released the flute. As I fell into the swollen river, I felt at peace. Perhaps my death would prevent my miko from summoning Seryuu. Perhaps it would save my friends. Outoutu. Please my brother, learn to live.
And as darkness filled my brain, I gave up my final thought and prayed that it would reach them. Forgive me, Suboshi and my friends.
Forgive me.