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Note: Amiboshi's thoughts as he falls off the bridge. More angst from Korin.
Dark and Cold
She cares. I know she cares. That can keep me strong. She doesn't love me. No one loves me, except otouto. But she cares. It matters to her whether I live or die. Because of that I CAN die. I won't mind. I'll just let go. It'll stop them. Then they can't hurt her, or that man she loves. As long as they're together, I don't mind. I'll protect her. It's funny, isn't it? I was sent to destroy her, and now I'd do anything to see her happy. To see them together. I'm falling so slowly.
The water comes up to me bit by bit. It looks dark and cold. But I won't think about that. I know I'm going to die.
Otouto, I know you'll hate me for leaving you. But I'm doing it so that you won't see anymore war. They need me for the war, and I won't be there. That's my last gift for you. Goodbye.
Miaka-san, don't miss me. I'm worth nothing. You took me in and cared for me, and I nearly killed you in return. I broke your trust. I can't forgive myself. You shouldn't either.
"Chiriko"? Why yell Chiriko? I'm not Chiriko anymore, and I can never be again. It's all right, honest. I don't mind losing it all because then you'll be happy, right? That's all that matters to me.
The water is almost to me. In a second I'll be in it. I am now. It's dark, and cold. But it's no more and no less than what I deserve. I really don't mind.
I'm sinking. I can't breathe, but it's not so bad. Somehow I expected it to be worse, to hurt. But it doesn't. Otouto wouldn't believe me if I could tell him. But it really doesn't.
The way the sun hits the water from underneath is really pretty. I wish I could write a song about it on my flute and then play it for Miaka-san. Oh, well. I don't mind. I'm happy.
Goodbye, Miaka-san. Goodbye, otouto.
It's going black. Pity. I wish I could've seen this underwater beauty as I died. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Goodbye...
The end
Note: Sweet Seiryuu, I cried while writing this thing. Poor Amiboshi. I'm sure he thought something like this. That's the kind of person he was. I would read this aloud, like a poem. Say it quietly. Imagine how young he was when he died. Just little. And please at least feel sad, maybe let your eyes water. Try to feel pity for him. Please
Note: Amiboshi's thoughts as he falls off the bridge. More angst from Korin.
Dark and Cold
She cares. I know she cares. That can keep me strong. She doesn't love me. No one loves me, except otouto. But she cares. It matters to her whether I live or die. Because of that I CAN die. I won't mind. I'll just let go. It'll stop them. Then they can't hurt her, or that man she loves. As long as they're together, I don't mind. I'll protect her. It's funny, isn't it? I was sent to destroy her, and now I'd do anything to see her happy. To see them together. I'm falling so slowly.
The water comes up to me bit by bit. It looks dark and cold. But I won't think about that. I know I'm going to die.
Otouto, I know you'll hate me for leaving you. But I'm doing it so that you won't see anymore war. They need me for the war, and I won't be there. That's my last gift for you. Goodbye.
Miaka-san, don't miss me. I'm worth nothing. You took me in and cared for me, and I nearly killed you in return. I broke your trust. I can't forgive myself. You shouldn't either.
"Chiriko"? Why yell Chiriko? I'm not Chiriko anymore, and I can never be again. It's all right, honest. I don't mind losing it all because then you'll be happy, right? That's all that matters to me.
The water is almost to me. In a second I'll be in it. I am now. It's dark, and cold. But it's no more and no less than what I deserve. I really don't mind.
I'm sinking. I can't breathe, but it's not so bad. Somehow I expected it to be worse, to hurt. But it doesn't. Otouto wouldn't believe me if I could tell him. But it really doesn't.
The way the sun hits the water from underneath is really pretty. I wish I could write a song about it on my flute and then play it for Miaka-san. Oh, well. I don't mind. I'm happy.
Goodbye, Miaka-san. Goodbye, otouto.
It's going black. Pity. I wish I could've seen this underwater beauty as I died. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Goodbye...
The end
Note: Sweet Seiryuu, I cried while writing this thing. Poor Amiboshi. I'm sure he thought something like this. That's the kind of person he was. I would read this aloud, like a poem. Say it quietly. Imagine how young he was when he died. Just little. And please at least feel sad, maybe let your eyes water. Try to feel pity for him. Please