AN: This is what I think happened after the movie ended. Yes there are spoilers for the end of the movie, so if you haven't seen it yet, I advise you not to read this until you do. (Unless of course you don't mind the ending spoiled for you.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Fuuma, Kamui, or X: CLAMP does; I just use
them for my own sadistic purposes. :P
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Broken
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He didn't know how long he kneeled there two hundred and fifty meters above the city of Tokyo, his shirt and the knees of his pants smeared red. He was bathed with blood, but he didn't care. It wasn't his.
Fuuma.
Six feet away from the tip of his left small toe was a body. It was stained with the same blood. His feet were facing it for a reason: he had turned his head away because he didn't want to see it. The body didn't have a head; he was holding it.
Fuuma.
He... he killed Fuuma. Kamui killed Fuuma.
Kamui.
That was his name. That was the name he was destined to have. It tasted sour in his mouth; he hated his name. It meant "he who represents the authority of God." Yeah right, then why does God hate him so much? Why couldn't he save Fuuma?
But Fuuma was dead. He couldn't save him. Everybody was dead. He couldn't save them. His mother, the Dragons of Heaven, Kotori...
Fuuma.
He laid Fuuma's head beside him and began tearing up the floorboards two hundred and fifty meters up the Tokyo Tower. He buried the head and the body together, arranging it so it looked as if Fuuma had never been beheaded, and laid the broken Shinken across Fuuma's chest. Then he replaced the floorboards.
He couldn't find his own Shinken anywhere; it must have fallen over the edge as it flew out of his hands after... after he killed Fuuma. He wanted it to -- that doesn't matter. He'll just go after it.
Off the Tokyo Tower.
He fell. He fell two hundred and fifty meters and his body impaled itself on a street lamp. The street lamp was broken during the Final Battle. But he was glad it was broken as the splintered tip slid through his back and out his chest, ripping up his insides and tearing through his heart.
Everybody was dead. Kamui couldn't save them. Not even himself.
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Review! Constructive criticism and praises are welcome. Unconstructive criticism are not, I get enough of that at home.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fuuma, Kamui, or X: CLAMP does; I just use
them for my own sadistic purposes. :P
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Broken
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He didn't know how long he kneeled there two hundred and fifty meters above the city of Tokyo, his shirt and the knees of his pants smeared red. He was bathed with blood, but he didn't care. It wasn't his.
Fuuma.
Six feet away from the tip of his left small toe was a body. It was stained with the same blood. His feet were facing it for a reason: he had turned his head away because he didn't want to see it. The body didn't have a head; he was holding it.
Fuuma.
He... he killed Fuuma. Kamui killed Fuuma.
Kamui.
That was his name. That was the name he was destined to have. It tasted sour in his mouth; he hated his name. It meant "he who represents the authority of God." Yeah right, then why does God hate him so much? Why couldn't he save Fuuma?
But Fuuma was dead. He couldn't save him. Everybody was dead. He couldn't save them. His mother, the Dragons of Heaven, Kotori...
Fuuma.
He laid Fuuma's head beside him and began tearing up the floorboards two hundred and fifty meters up the Tokyo Tower. He buried the head and the body together, arranging it so it looked as if Fuuma had never been beheaded, and laid the broken Shinken across Fuuma's chest. Then he replaced the floorboards.
He couldn't find his own Shinken anywhere; it must have fallen over the edge as it flew out of his hands after... after he killed Fuuma. He wanted it to -- that doesn't matter. He'll just go after it.
Off the Tokyo Tower.
He fell. He fell two hundred and fifty meters and his body impaled itself on a street lamp. The street lamp was broken during the Final Battle. But he was glad it was broken as the splintered tip slid through his back and out his chest, ripping up his insides and tearing through his heart.
Everybody was dead. Kamui couldn't save them. Not even himself.
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Review! Constructive criticism and praises are welcome. Unconstructive criticism are not, I get enough of that at home.