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This one-shot was inspired by Civil Twilight's 'Letters from the Sky'. This is a slightly different take on Shizuru's madness during the Carnival. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.
The eye of the figurative storm had settled over the province. The night was silent now at last. However, the divided thoughts of a certain brunette were far from quiet, as she marched like one dead up the wooded incline. The echoing screams of the slain were a symphony of condemnation in her mind. Unwavering in her pace, Fujino Shizuru continued her trek till she crested the foothill's summit. Pausing, she looked down upon the ghostly buildings of Fuuka Academy.
The Carnival madness had her fully in its grasp. She was certainly not the first Hime to fall to its siren song, in this festival or the ones before. Considering her tattered kimono, whose condition spoke of battle and bloodshed, 'Shizuru' smiled. Still grinning she stared out over the cursed land of Fuuka, bloody naginata slung carelessly over her shoulder.
If it hadn't appeared cursed before, it certainly did now. The moonlit landscape presented a ravaged scene, with its damaged structures, shadows and ever nearing Red Star in the backdrop. 'Shizuru' found it terribly appropriate for some reason and laughed. However, her amusement did not reach her scarlet eyes, instead retaining their 'thousand yard stare'.
Truly she had lost control of her conscious mind. Her body was merely an instrument of destruction for the Obsidian Lord, channeling not only her loves devotion but the Hime Star's lunacy. For in grief she had forsaken her will and sought respite in mindlessness, only to find she couldn't return from it. Thus the seemingly absurd had occurred: Fujino Shizuru had become a pawn.
In the depths of her subconscious, beneath the chilling red gaze and fog of alien psychosis, the true Shizuru considered her situation in unadulterated horror. There could be no redemption for her now despite her lack of control. What terrified her most was how utterly helpless she was. At first she had fought valiantly to take back her psyche, but such efforts had been in vain. She was a prisoner in her own mind.
Having finally accepted defeat, there was not much she could do but wait until she was destroyed. It would be self deceit to claim she wasn't afraid, but guilt was making her apathetic to fate. Whatever happened she would deserve it. She had murdered friends, enemies, and innocents alike, in some twisted vendetta her alter ego claimed was love. Even if done unwittingly, she was still in part responsible for relinquishing her self-control. Natsuki had the right to loathe every selfish fiber of her being.
"Shizuru, you are a fool," she thought bitterly, sulking in the quagmire of her inner thoughts.
Nonetheless, the unrealistic side of her still hoped the truant would not forsake her. Perhaps more evidence of her self-centeredness, but she clung to that thought like a raft afloat the River Styx. Even if it was out of a need to deliver justice, there was still that small chance that Natsuki would willingly return for her.
It seemed though that the dominate personality was now satisfied with the sight of the bleak panorama. 'Shizuru' started off down the slope at a languid gate. After all, she still had much to do.
"Natsuki, hang in there for me. I'll be there soon," hummed the alter-ego liltingly.
"Come back for me."