The tendrils of shadows twisted around the air, and stretched perversely through the air towards me.
Even as the claws of darkness approached, I could not evade it.
Will. Action. Intervention. The three tenets.
My heart sunk in acceptance, and my limbs dropped dead.
There was no need to move. That is the will.
I knew by instinct that the shadow would claim me as fate decreed.
Then, there was no movement. That is the action.
Thus, my body ceased resistance, and moved not a step.
Thus, I did nothing. That is the intervention.
But, behind the twisting shadows that were about to consume me, I could see.
I could see the bright ray of sun that tried to save me.
"Mizuki, No!"
His voice was desperate, as was his pointlessly extended hand.
Silly, do you think you can reach me from there?
Raynald, I don't think I can cook your favourite fishes anymore.
As the shadows rammed into my chest, it seeped straight through my skin.
There was no impact, but my knees still bended; the phenomenon – undoubtedly of magical properties – wrecked havoc with my nerve control. I could feel the tendrils coil themselves around my bones and filled my arteries in great haste. Few slowly traced along my ribs and slithered towards my spine, and when reached it, as one, they drilled into the marrow within, and surged up to my head, craving to consume my brain.
In my vision, there was no figure of red holding black and white blades.
In my vision, there was no little miss proper Rin Tohsaka.
As my eyes dimmed, I only fixed my sight on his blond hair, my light of the sun, till the last moment, when the smoke of darkness overflowed and bled out from my eyes.
*Bow. Bend. Break.*
A voice ever so sweet whispered, and I know this convoluted dream of mine.
Thus the corpse of Mizuki Hayashi fell to the ground with neither a grunt nor a shriek.