Chapter 4: Phoenix
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She stands still, allowing the panic to wash over her. Before her – plain proof that, once again, he is fighting for his life.
Just like he had been every day for the past six years.
He would never consider his own safety – not once. That would be cowardice, to him.
Because no matter how much she worried for him, no matter how much care she gave him, no matter how many times she pleaded for him to stop destroying himself – he would continue on with this mad chase of his dream.
She could see it then – his self slowly disappearing and his body turning into an empty shell of hate.
But she hadn't wanted that.
So she ran – ran to him and begged him again and again to please, please stop this pointless self-destruction, all for what? The cloth. That was all he wanted. All he needed. It mattered not that his body may disintegrate to dust before then. He. Needed. That. Cloth.
And now, the moment arrives.
The fateful day – either failure and death, or victory and death. Someone is going to die today, she knows.
And now she is so close that the words of warning she has been shouting for so long have almost escaped her lips – and she hopes that they will reach at least one of the two figures fighting below her.
And suddenly, she is on the ground, no idea what has happened, a sharp, biting pain overriding all her senses and all she can see is the blue, blue sky that slowly seems to darken to night –
She opens her mouth, trying to allow the stillborn words to escape and make their presence known – but all that comes out – three words she never wanted to become true.
"Ikki, you're phoenix."
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no…!
She can feel his arms around her, hear his voice screaming her name, but her voice is gone – wasted on those words. She cannot tell him that she loves him and that everything will turn out all right in the end, and, oh, there is kindness left in the world, don't stop believing yet because I have died –
And the beautiful sky only smiles down at them as one dies and the other drowns in the hate the first had tried so hard to protect him from.
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