MEANT TO BE BROKEN | FICLET
You promised we would always be together.
You promised.
Mio dreams of hands descending upon her neck, slowly ridding her of life.
At first, it's pleasant; the cool, dainty hands may be clammy but the pressure is almost pleasurable. A fire awakens in her belly, the feeling spreading out like pins and needles. She stays still, her hands pressed against tiny wrists and able to feel the pulse racing frantically there, and smiles. The ritual is now under way. The ritual will finally be complete.
Soon, her mouth opens for air, but the airway is blocked. Her body begins to panic, even though she herself doesn't feel afraid whatsoever. Her lungs wait and wait and wait for the needed oxygen but there is nothing coming. Her head begins to pang heavily, her brows scrunching at the pain, but her lips remain tugged up in a gentle, placating smile. Her eyes remain fixed on similar, widened ones.
Her vision begins to distort, however. Black dots enter her vision. Mio swears she can see crimson butterflies twittering about, swimming in and out of focus. Her body is beginning to fail her but she does not struggle away from the hands that are pressing down so lovingly on her neck. This is her sister embracing her, she knows. This is her sister setting her free, finally.
The black dots become bigger and bigger. Her hands grow weaker, her grip on the wrists slackening. She can still feel the pulse there, quickening whereas her own weakens, and then her hands fall away. The black dots swallow her whole. There is only darkness and the imprint of hands clutching her neck tight enough to bruise.
She is falling. Mio knows this even though she can't feel it. Down, down, down. A multitude of hands are pushing and pulling at her, trying to keep her with them forever, but this is not where she belongs.
Her wings sprout from behind her. Lift her away from the hands that do not belong on her. Lift her so far into the heavens that she feels like she is floating on white clouds.
Her mind is clear. Her soul is clean. Her body is as light as a feather.
Thank you, she thinks. Thank you, Mio.
And then Mio Amakura wakes up, panting and sweating and very much alive in the safety and comfort of her bed. But the sight of her bedroom is not as relieving as it should be. Instead, her pulse begins to race and she feels a familiar light-headedness. Mio's hands frantically reach up to touch her neck, and though she feels no bruise or swelling there, she can still remember the heat of her own hands, slowly ridding her of life.
Her breath is too loud and heavy. Her chest falls up and down in rapid succession. Through the sun-damaged curtains, she can see the sun filling the sky, and for a brief, ephemeral moment, she swears she saw the fiery fluttering of a crimson butterfly's wings.
You promised.
But promises are meant to be broken.
forlornwriter: I haven't actually played the game, only watched a walk-through (which I didn't complete oops), so if anything seems faulty or incorrect, I'm sorry! Also, in case any of you were confused, this ficlet takes place after Mio kills Mayu and becomes a Remaining. She constantly has nightmares of killing Mayu, however she experiences the ritual in Mayu's point of view (who is possessed by Sae).
I actually was thinking of making this a tiny bit more incestuous but refrained from it since many readers seem not to like Mio/Mayu in such a way? I have an idea for a short Sae/Yae fic however, and I might even write a Mio/Mayu one. Time will tell, I suppose.
Anywhom, thank you for reading!