Notes: not sure if I like this one. It flowed better in my head than it does on paper. It almost reads like a poem, and I may change it to that later. I dunno. Opinions?
I think I'll let someone else kill the Dragons of Heaven.
I like them. They were...nice to me, I suppose. They even could understand some of the pain I was going through. Not much, but some. Kamui, too, lost someone dear to him, killed by someone else he trusted. And the others all understand the pain of isolation because of the powers you hold.
As for the Dragons of Earth...Kusanagi is a decent sort of fellow, and Kakyo too, I suppose. I don't like the rest, though.
Death is an end to suffering. To leave this world is to stop being left behind by those you cared for. No one should have to live on this earth. Death is a lack of feeling, a lack of pain.
People must die and the earth will be reborn. But the way Dark Kamui is doing it...he just causes more pain, as do the others. I'd love to feed him right now to my new pet, except he may be more powerful than I. I now have both the Sumeragi and Sakurazuka powers, but I don't know how powerful Dark Kamui is.
And of course, the thought of my new pet brings me back to thoughts of Seishiro.
"Boku wa...kimi ga...dai suki." I don't doubt that he did at one time. Hokuto said once that we were like yin and yang, and indeed, for awhile we were. For awhile we were perfect for each other- we fit together perfectly, just like the two halves of yin and yang. But then...I began to smear my white into his dark. I made him care for me, if just a little bit. And in retaliation, he killed Hokuto, marred my innocence, dripped his black into my white like blood. We didn't fit so perfectly anymore- we were no longer yin and yang, just shades of gray.
No- Seishiro didn't say that because he meant it, though it was true once. He said it to fuck me over, one last time.
My pet is writhing. It wants to be fed- and I know just the target. Poor Kakyo...I know what he's going through. Pining for someone who's dead. My sister, oddly enough. Strange that we both fell for dragons of earth, although hers was nice enough to return her feelings. Hokuto-chan was so full of life...I think he misses her more than I do, if that's possible.
Fuuma won't be happy, but Fuuma can go fuck himself silly for all I care what he thinks or does.
The blood makes a lovely pattern on the ground, doesn't it? Sorry, Fuuma, the poor guy had waited long enough to die. Why make him wait to have his wish granted?
I look up as I sense someone approaching.
Kamui?
He has good instincts, doesn't he? He probably got tired of waiting for me to return, not knowing that I never would.
"Subaru?" he calls tenatively, nearing the base of the tree. "Are you there?"
A drop of blood splashes on his hand from the body I'm cradling.
/Red...rain?/
Kamui stills. "Blood?" He looks up.
"_Subaru_?" This is in an incredulous tone of voice.
"The one that the Sakurazukamori falls in love with is destined to kill that one and take his place," I intoned.
"Subaru!"
"Leave, Kamui. Leave before I have to make you my prey," I ground out. "Leave before the stars on your hands mark your death sentence, and mine as well."
"What's happened, Subaru?!"
"Leave!" I practically scream. "Leave," I whisper again.
He gets the picture, and backs slowly away. I'm afraid he'll be back. I know that in a few minutes he'll be conversing with his fellow dragons, trying to find out what's happened, though I've told him what he needs to know.
As he's leaving, I notice another blood drip stain on the back of Kamui's shirt...
But it is no longer red.
It's just gray.
I think I'll let someone else kill the Dragons of Heaven.
I like them. They were...nice to me, I suppose. They even could understand some of the pain I was going through. Not much, but some. Kamui, too, lost someone dear to him, killed by someone else he trusted. And the others all understand the pain of isolation because of the powers you hold.
As for the Dragons of Earth...Kusanagi is a decent sort of fellow, and Kakyo too, I suppose. I don't like the rest, though.
Death is an end to suffering. To leave this world is to stop being left behind by those you cared for. No one should have to live on this earth. Death is a lack of feeling, a lack of pain.
People must die and the earth will be reborn. But the way Dark Kamui is doing it...he just causes more pain, as do the others. I'd love to feed him right now to my new pet, except he may be more powerful than I. I now have both the Sumeragi and Sakurazuka powers, but I don't know how powerful Dark Kamui is.
And of course, the thought of my new pet brings me back to thoughts of Seishiro.
"Boku wa...kimi ga...dai suki." I don't doubt that he did at one time. Hokuto said once that we were like yin and yang, and indeed, for awhile we were. For awhile we were perfect for each other- we fit together perfectly, just like the two halves of yin and yang. But then...I began to smear my white into his dark. I made him care for me, if just a little bit. And in retaliation, he killed Hokuto, marred my innocence, dripped his black into my white like blood. We didn't fit so perfectly anymore- we were no longer yin and yang, just shades of gray.
No- Seishiro didn't say that because he meant it, though it was true once. He said it to fuck me over, one last time.
My pet is writhing. It wants to be fed- and I know just the target. Poor Kakyo...I know what he's going through. Pining for someone who's dead. My sister, oddly enough. Strange that we both fell for dragons of earth, although hers was nice enough to return her feelings. Hokuto-chan was so full of life...I think he misses her more than I do, if that's possible.
Fuuma won't be happy, but Fuuma can go fuck himself silly for all I care what he thinks or does.
The blood makes a lovely pattern on the ground, doesn't it? Sorry, Fuuma, the poor guy had waited long enough to die. Why make him wait to have his wish granted?
I look up as I sense someone approaching.
Kamui?
He has good instincts, doesn't he? He probably got tired of waiting for me to return, not knowing that I never would.
"Subaru?" he calls tenatively, nearing the base of the tree. "Are you there?"
A drop of blood splashes on his hand from the body I'm cradling.
/Red...rain?/
Kamui stills. "Blood?" He looks up.
"_Subaru_?" This is in an incredulous tone of voice.
"The one that the Sakurazukamori falls in love with is destined to kill that one and take his place," I intoned.
"Subaru!"
"Leave, Kamui. Leave before I have to make you my prey," I ground out. "Leave before the stars on your hands mark your death sentence, and mine as well."
"What's happened, Subaru?!"
"Leave!" I practically scream. "Leave," I whisper again.
He gets the picture, and backs slowly away. I'm afraid he'll be back. I know that in a few minutes he'll be conversing with his fellow dragons, trying to find out what's happened, though I've told him what he needs to know.
As he's leaving, I notice another blood drip stain on the back of Kamui's shirt...
But it is no longer red.
It's just gray.