I can't think of an author's note and my brain is already dead from writing and typing the story. I type what is below before typing the authors note, if you were wondering.
Summary:
Sequel of Broken. Don't ask me why. Yuuna helps herself with the options in front of her. She chooses a darker road, one of revenge.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Air Gear or any of the characters in Air Gear. They belong to… who do they belong to? I own Aizawa Yuuna and the plot.
This is so plain. Anyway, deal with it. I'm not going to write something funny right before something that I actually cried at while writing.
"Agito-kun! What are you-"
Agito cut her off. "The Fang Regalia. I fucking want it."
She smiled. "That's what you told me when we first met."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Just a stormrider by the name of Aizawa Yuuna."
"The Fang Queen."
"It was inherited."
"One day, I'll fucking beat you and take that Regalia from you."
"That's the spirit!"
"I'm serious this time." Agito snarled.
"I accept your challenge, Agito-kun. If you win, the Regalia is yours. If I win, we can still be friends, right?"
"We're enemies now!" Agito scowled.
With a quick twist, blood splattered the fang Queen's blood.
"I'm not the Forgotten Abyss for nothing, even if it was just inherited." Yuuna smiled. "If this is what you want, I won't hold back."
They burst into a graceful battle, almost like a dance, avoiding and delivering quick blows. Motors spun and the wind raced against their faces, surprisingly, comfortingly, contradicting with the ghastly situation.
Blood spirals floated gracefully to the ground, just like sakura petals during cherry blossom.
Sakura petals.
Pink and light, they were cheerful and reminded her of her sister.
But this was blood.
Dark red, carrying only the scent of death.
A single twirl and the spirals broke, blood falling in uneven patterns on the ground. Blood stained Agito's orange straight jacket. Even darker was Yuuna's white shirt. Blood spewed from the wound on her chest. She snarled, delivering the message to him without words, "I'm not done yet."
As much as she hated this, she could not, and would not, disgrace her sister and family. She had to win, even against this boy she loved undeniably.
He smirked, as if knowing what she meant. She stood, panting. The colour drained from her face, breathing in deeply, she got ready to speed forward, but Agito caught her with a kick in the stomach before she could move.
"You're fast." Yuuna managed a smile. She loved that confident eye of his, but they were not warm anymore.
"Don't fucking treat me like a child." His face, eye, everything about him. They had changed all so suddenly. The warmth was gone.
She stared deeply into his eye. They were cold. She felt as if she could drown in their depth. She once saw her own happiness reflected in his eye.
Then she saw it. Was it a glimpse of unwillingness and sorrow?
The floor was already stained with blood. Not a single spot was spared the dark red liquid. Yuuna coughed, spitting out blood.
A battle between two skilled stormriders for the Regalia. One way or another, one would be brought down.
"I'd rather just kill you now." Agito mumbled.
"Agito-kun… I thought…"
"I never loved you." The words were forced.
Yuuna did not know if the unwillingness and sorrow she saw in his eyes were real now. "Why?" She managed a weak whisper.
"You were never anything to me in the first place." There was more determination in his words now. Though unstable, they held what Yuuna thought was the truth.
"You lied…"
"You were just imagining everything." He stated plainly.
"Don't do this…" Her pride and life no longer mattered to her.
Lies.
Everything was just a huge lie. One that she had tricked herself into believing. She had been so lonely. A lovely dream that turned into a nightmare. She had known it long ago, long before he shattered her dreams, that it was all just a dream weaved together from her fantasies. She had given up, deciding to live on weak fabrications. It was all just a dream.
"Stop fooling yourself, Yuuna."
Empty love. She was just a tool. He used her till she was broken and useless. He had broken her, more so. The shattered promises. Life was fragile, just like glass. It breaks as soon as released. She waited for her dream to end.
Cold eyes bearing into her soul, he delivered the final blow, stopping her movements completely.
Tears streaked down her face. He stared at her coldly at her with emotionless eyes. The same eyes which had shown only the deepest affection towards her now showed not even the slightest bit of care. He walked away, leaving her on the ground, legs twisted in an odd and unusual angle.
It was her punishment. Her punishment for being too attached to the impossible. She had been wrong from the start. Why did she still love him? Did she not hate him? No. The hatred was clear. It was the love that refused to disappear. She wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. She was nothing to him thought the happiness was hers for the taking. Why had she even trusted him? She had known all too well that her love would get her nowhere. Still, she clung on, refusing to let go. His warm light, the warmth of his smile. Even now as she hated him, she could never forget the joy that he had brought her once. She gritted her teeth in anger.
He had thrown her away.
Duty over emotions. He had chosen duty to protect her. That was what he had convinced himself to think. Guilt stabbed his heart. Her sorrowful eyes stayed in his mind, refusing to disappear. He could only imagine that she would hate him for what he had done to her.
Mixed emotions swirled inside of him.
Anger at himself for doing what he did.
Frustration that he had actually done it.
Regret for doing it.
Loneliness of losing her.
Most of all, the one that was most obvious.
Grief.
He had never felt this before. Never in his life. Losing her was… unimaginable. The grief was unimaginable.
Unforgivable. He was unforgivable.
He felt something roll down the cold cheeks of his. Bringing a palm up, he realized what had fell from his eyes.
Tears.
Tears that he thought he never felt. Tears that he thought had dried up ever since he was a child.
He felt like beating himself for what he had done.
As much as he hated it, it was over. He could not change it, as much as he wanted to.
Ya. I'm crying. Very hard indeed. Please review!