((Yuh. Just a short exorcist-love one-shot. Very short. It's about two anonymous exorcists that must cope with akuma power as well as the Noahs'. / Unfortunately, they both meet fatality in the end... All of this came from listening to "Wake Up" by Three Days Grace. Good song, try listening to it sometime Yuh. / I can't write, but whatever… ; ))
Shattered Meanings
The virus was injected, ready to
destroy the girl's flesh. Black ominous pentacles traced over pale
wounded skin, counting down her fatality to the end. Bloody nimble
fingers curled around his coat, fumbling in the process. She only
wanted a little more warmth before the infection rapidly spread
throughout her body, bursting her fragile body to pieces. Salty tears
glided down his pale cheeks as his lips trembled. Those trembling
lips craved to soothe her last minutes with profound lacing words of
love. However, his lips would not breathe forth those comforting
words for tears like gems became his only means of communication.
His
hands brushed against her burning star-painted skin. Why had she let
herself be sacrificed for him? Her green eyes started to haze.
Opening her mouth, the female exorcist coughed, "I...I..."
"You...?"
The man soon released himself from the paralyzation of his mouth.
Fingers so long and gentle began to comb through her dark curly hair.
Water gathered up in his eyes, hesitant to descend.
"Love...You..."
She smiled feebly. Reluctantly, the girl closed her green blind eyes,
reliving herself of the shocking sight loss.
"You can't leave
me! Please!" The man shouted in vain. His teary eyes gave a
beseeching look to the gray cloud-accumulated sky.
The fatality
point drew its venomous point. Shattering like glass, the pathosis
girl burst apart, splaying the ground and man with blood.
The man
stayed kneeling upon the sharp dead yellow grass. His blood-stained
hands trembled before him, no longer holding onto the love of his
life. "Damn...blood...bullet...!" Hanging his head in
grief, his fingers savagely dug into the dead ground. Dead. Dead like
her. Dead like his life and meaning.
Suddenly blood slipped
rapidly from his wavering mouth, dripping from those cold trembling
lips. Coughing and sputtering, he began to choke upon the crimson
build up. Pain erected from his lower stomach. Peering down
cautiously, with arising fear, he saw an arm cloaked in black phasing
through his body mercilessly.
"Don't think you'll get away,"
A deep voice chuckled, "Uh-uh, dear Supe..."