SILME.

-Sarayu

I watched myself lie there in the field of daisies. Those beautiful works of art. To this day, to this minute, they still refresh me with beloved and very cherished moments, earthly moments. Those earthly sentiments…the only thing I can take back with me.

I cannot feel pain. I cannot feel sorrow; I cannot feel happiness or joy.

Coldness held me in its grip. Its grip soothed me of everything in the world.

All I can feel now, is relief. My life's aim has been achieved, it's purpose complete.

With that satisfaction, I was ready to leave this world. But I just had to hold on.

I have to hold on.

As I knelt there that evening in that glorious field, waiting for the sun to set, petals flying in the cool breeze about me, I felt human.

Every worldly wonder, the magical creation, all, teeming with life.

I felt the grass soft and green, as green as it can get. I felt the cool breeze blowing welcoming a pleasant evening. Every little bug coming out on nightly rounds, to enjoy a full life. Everything around me joyous.

But everything around, I was about to lose. Everything there would make a dying soul ache for life. I have to hold on.

Watching life's threads at work, watching fate's hand drawing closer, I felt insanely human.

But I had no fear only duty flashed in my heart. But even after all of this. I have to hold on.

As I knelt there that evening, I sent up a small prayer to my gods. Whatever gods they maybe, I made sure I prayed for my loved ones. Selfish one could call it that I prayed for my dearly beloved ones when I had a whole sisterhood to pray for. But I prayed for their welfare after my departure. I felt more human. Guilt.

Even as I drove that sacred blade into my heart, crushing my ribs, drawing instant death upon my self willingly, I felt human. But I have to hold on for him.

Impossible or rather improbable is what I was expecting. But I had hope. The one thing that I could hold onto to as the sunlight eluded me.

I wanted to see him one last time before I left. One last time. So I have to hold on.

I knew I hadn't much time. As I rose from my body, I watched life trickle away as the minutes passed. The paleness apparent, my breath defying every second willing my body to go on.

The longest most, agonizing wait I had ever in this mortal life, it dawned upon me that I could suffer even at the hands of death. That alone would never elude me.

But still, I felt nothing. Nothing but numbness. Numbness and the pain of nothingness.

All I could really feel then was the everlasting pain of knowing that, dying young, I was about to leave everything I ever held close to my heart, everything I've ever known and loved behind. I just have to hold on.

As this numbness set in, denying any sensation to my physical body, my soul, free at last, was in turmoil.

Then I heard it. I heard his voice. That beautiful voice I knew not how much I loved till death stared me in the eyes. Grief.

I knew I was out of my body, yet I couldn't find him. I couldn't use my senses to tell how far away he was. No this numbness tortured me. I heard his voice.

"Silme! Where are you!"

I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him very badly.

The waiting was making me anxious. I wanted to see him. The only reason I held on. My wish had been granted and I would be able to behold the wonder that I saw the night before. That same wonder that made me feel like the woman I was. I wanted to see him again.

I heard it in his voice. I heard the pain in his voice. I felt its urgency. I sensed the fear, but alas I still couldn't behold that wonder. My last moments drawing near, cold hard death laughing in my face I waited.

My physical head turning by my will made me look at the bushes nearby. Then I saw it. My long awaited wonder…silhouetted against the evening sun, amber orbs glowing underneath gleaming fiery orange hair, caramel tan over a handsome face. The face I only realized I loved.

Terror, pain and sorrow told tales of sadness with just a look.

Helplessness and worry torturing his blessed soul, they reached me in my cold soulless body.

The teardrop from those precious eyes, that magical touch upon my skin, I was pushed back with force of worlds upon me in a flash.

Agony. Pure agony. The numbness that coddled me in its arms gave way, all those feelings that I was denied of, holding hands with death, rushed back as if to give my tortured soul more agony. But along with that agony- a chance. One last chance.

I felt the cold sacred blade in my heart; I feel the sourness of my own blood in my mouth. I saw my blood reddened vision. I saw and felt it all. I felt my heart struggling to beat.

"Silme," his voice seemed to tremble as lovingly gentle but strong hands held me to closer to his heart, "Silme why did you do this? Why did you do this to me?"

I felt comforted of my sorrow. I drew in a breath as I saw what I had been waiting for, that love. That wonder. Tasuki.

One last breathe. The one that I knew was the final essence of life to my body, I smiled clutching his hand to my bleeding heart.

"Upon the touch of your hand on mine. My last breath shall be had for you."

With that I closed my eyes, closing the story that was my life, taking death's hand.

So...This is a total action-drama themed story. So...Enjoy! But I'd always appreciate constructive criticisms...and about flames...let's face it! Tasuki is way better in that department! Right? Let's leave the fire to the professionals! Okie dokie! Ciao!

- Sarayu.