Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Xenosaga Universe. I am not writing this for a profit. I am writing this to express my love for the game, the characters, and to deepen my writing abilities.
A/N: I wrote this about a year ago. When I dug it up I was compelled to post it. I remember putting effort into this when I wrote it and now reading it I can sense how much I put into writing this. It's always interesting to see what one has written in the past. It can be embarrassing or in my case with this one-shot: Amazing.
Digging
By Tat
His hands immersed in dirt, he dug without break. The soil left a coat of dust on his hands, smudges on his rosy cheeks, and tainted his white hair a soft brown. A sigh left his flushed lips and he wiped his brow, then returned to his ambition.
As he sifted through the crisp dirt he imagined two broken bodies laid aside, next to their intended final bedding. A boy with crisp, autumn red hair, and another with hair the color of soot. The imagined dead were peaceful, though the many ways Albedo imagined their death was not. Those death scenes were stuck in his head, always.
There were times when he couldn't look at Rubedo, he was so close to vomiting.
Rubedo's bright blue eyes –cut to- Rubedo's glassy blue eyes on the concrete, his body missing.
Flushed lips –cut to- paled lips stained with blood. He coughs and more red drizzles down his chin.
Warm hands, once there to hold onto, now limp and cold.
