Well this was meant to be all part of chapter 7 but this fic seems to have a life of it's own I don't even know how it's going to finish yet! And thus we ended up with more chapters; well Duo is holding a scythe to my throat so I guess I better get on ne? As previously said music effects me a lot the music that goes to this is Sarah McLaughlin's " angel" (arigato Aika chan) and of course for the second half led zeplin "stairway to heaven" it was playing the whole time I wrote this
Shinigami stood motionless, pinned like a butterfly by the girls gaze, confusion rippled across his thoughts. He couldn't read her, her thoughts were a blank to him. He looked away sighing.
" You must despise me for all the pain I've caused you" he whispered looking down at the scythe in his hand with regret. His insides twisted loathing himself and fighting the urge to run from the angels stare.
" No" she whispered hoarsely. He raised his head to see the girl on the verge of tears, her eyes shinning with a strength that seemed a violent contrast to her body's fragile state.
" I do not hate you…you are what you are……..my sister was in pain you stopped it,……. I cannot move or eat or walk…….. I can never leave this room…..you shall free me. Why should I hate you?"
Shinigami frowned chewing his lip, his violet orbs shifting to the girl lying weakly on the bed. Her alabaster skin melting into the, sterile, bleak hospital sheets giving her the impression of a wraith. He tried to gather his thoughts his voice shaking.
" I have killed…slaughtered……..stripped the lives from men women and children…..and you don't hate me?"
He murmured in disbelief, his eyes searching hers for the truth. The girl shook her head and reached her hand out towards him, As if drawn he stepped forward, his body melting through her plastic cocoon that surrounded her bed and without thinking he took her hand, his fingers locking with hers.
" I don't hate you…. i pity you" she sighed examining his icy hand within her warm grasp. Taking in the flawless skin, the obsidian nails and the faint chill that the god of death's touch brought, she shivered a little, her skin rising into goose bumps.
Shinigami looked down at their fingers laced together trance like, he'd never touched a human before, there had always been a distance, he came, freed the soul and left..No contact, no touching……no interaction at all……….he suddenly realised how lonely his existence truly was. He squeezed her hand afraid to let go, enjoying the heat radiating from it, her pulse against his skin, her living essences dancing across his flesh from their contact. He never wanted to let go but her words resurfaced in his thoughts.
" Pity me?" he questioned, his eyes confused, the colour shifting like stars
" You are dying and you pity me? How can you?" she smiled and bought her free hand to his cheek
" Because my life maybe over but at least I had one" her eyes overspilled, as liqued crystal escaped from the corners and she turned her head to look at the silver scythe resting on the floor by Shinigami's feet.
"How can you take lives and yet never have lived one? That's so sad"
Shinigami brought his fingertips to her eyes and caught her tears, staring at them in disbelief rubbing the moisture between his fingers, as if to assure himself they were real.
He was speechless; the angel pitied him, cried for him. He'd taken everything from her yet she wept for his life unlived. He took her in his arms, her head fitting neatly into the hollow by his shoulder, surprising himself at his tenderness and held her as her tears fell for him. 100,000 years he'd seen people cry, mothers by the cribs of their dead infants, children howling for parents that would never hold them again, men..kings..For their dying lovers slipping away before their eyes but not once had it ever been for him. He was hated, cursed, feared…….no one cried for the destroyer, for his life of loneliness…darkness……..despair?
Yes he despaired no one can live a life alone, they go insane..They kill themselves, cry themselves away till they don't have the strength to even breathe anymore.he had endured an enernity…..how much more could he take.
" I've walked this earth an eternity and never lived a day" he whispered, raising his eyes to hers, as the sudden realisation washed through his mind. He did not look the god of death anymore, vulnerability, confusion; loss welled up within his core. Where once was certainty was now filled with doubt. With, but the briefest contact the girl had made him question…hate all he was, he didn't want it anymore. He……..hurt?
" You've taken peoples loved ones since forever and never known what it is to love" she replied, her fingers still entwined with his. Her heart beat growing weaker against his palm.
" I don't know what love is…. I've never had a life, emotions…….i am always distant……..cold…….lonely. This is what death is meant to be," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. His gaze returned to the scythe by his feet, it's gleaming blade a sharp reminder of what he was here to do, what he had been meant to do……he didn't think he could do it anymore.
" Take Mine, " she whispered, clutching his other hand. He looked at her horrified, they both knew what that would mean but her insistent tugging pulled him forward.
" End it please," she begged, her veiled blue eyes pleading. She hurt, she felt sick, weak, tired, she wanted to rest she had had enough of this world and it's pain
" My time is done anyway, if I can give you something before I go…….then I will be happy"
Shinigami's shoulders slumped in defeat. He could not extend a life already over
" Sleep well princess " he sighed, pushing the stray strands of pale silk from her face. Then he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. Shinigami kissed his angel goodbye.
Emotion swept through him, love, anger, grief, jealousy, depression. Every pain she'd suffered, he felt it, every smile she'd given he shared it as she poured her life into him.
Time froze, the world stopped turning and the room faded away as Shinigami lived, lived through the angel held in his arms. She was giving him her life, her soul, her memories. Letting him and her fuse through their kiss.
Instead of just seeing the life of a mortal play before him he was completely absorbed in it. The taste of ice cream in the summer, the touch of her mother, the smell of the flowers that she had put on her sisters grave……..the constant sound of the monitors beep in her final days. They became him, wrapped round his senses forcing them to accept concepts, ideas, sensations he could not even have begun to imagine.
Then he moaned as he felt something else, her agony, the suffering she had endured from years of being ill, she'd hurt so much yet her anguish had been over him. Then a miracle occurred, for the first time the Shinigami wept. Scalding streaks of salt trickled over his frozen cheeks, as he held tighter to the girl who had given him a heart, let him feel, live. He cried for the billions who had died, he cried for himself but most of all he cried for the loss of his angel. He was alone.
He laid her back on the bed, her body all ready growing cold from Shinigami's kiss. Her final thought of peace and love at her freedom, he held tight to as if to keep her alive within himself. He gazed at her, this fragile vessel that had held one so strong and let the tears spill onto the sheets, shimmering stars of sadness glistening under the fluorescent lights
Behind him the monitor let out a high pitched cry of anguish as her lifeline flattened. He paid little attention to the doctors and nurses who began to fill the room, their hands a blur of activity, i.v's inserted, crash units wheeled in, all a hopeless dance to save a life already over.
He turned and walked through them, a nurse calling out to raise the temperature
" It's like a morgue in here she needs to be kept warm" she growled, begging c.p.r on the angels broken form
He brought his finger to his icy lips and rubbed the flesh that still burned
With her touch.
He picked up his scythe from the floor and turned it over in his hands, his weapon, his sentence. He stroked his finger along the blade and felt pain, human pain….this blade was meant to end that pain. He stared back at his reflection in its metallic surface. Frowning at the puffy red eyes and the anguished expression etched there. He was not Shinigami, that reflection did not belong to the cold indifferent god.
" No more" he whispered, he swung the scythe one last time, before it crashed to the ground silently its blade shot crimson with the blood of a god.
No one saw the young braided child slip from the dead girls room that night, nor did they see the scythe he left behind on her darkened floor, it's radiance dying before it faded away. He slipped away unnoticed onto the streets of l2, hungry, cold, alive.
That night death died and a child was born………..duo howled at the memory.
" SETSUNA!!!!!" And the river of pain dragged him on.
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Shinigami stood motionless, pinned like a butterfly by the girls gaze, confusion rippled across his thoughts. He couldn't read her, her thoughts were a blank to him. He looked away sighing.
" You must despise me for all the pain I've caused you" he whispered looking down at the scythe in his hand with regret. His insides twisted loathing himself and fighting the urge to run from the angels stare.
" No" she whispered hoarsely. He raised his head to see the girl on the verge of tears, her eyes shinning with a strength that seemed a violent contrast to her body's fragile state.
" I do not hate you…you are what you are……..my sister was in pain you stopped it,……. I cannot move or eat or walk…….. I can never leave this room…..you shall free me. Why should I hate you?"
Shinigami frowned chewing his lip, his violet orbs shifting to the girl lying weakly on the bed. Her alabaster skin melting into the, sterile, bleak hospital sheets giving her the impression of a wraith. He tried to gather his thoughts his voice shaking.
" I have killed…slaughtered……..stripped the lives from men women and children…..and you don't hate me?"
He murmured in disbelief, his eyes searching hers for the truth. The girl shook her head and reached her hand out towards him, As if drawn he stepped forward, his body melting through her plastic cocoon that surrounded her bed and without thinking he took her hand, his fingers locking with hers.
" I don't hate you…. i pity you" she sighed examining his icy hand within her warm grasp. Taking in the flawless skin, the obsidian nails and the faint chill that the god of death's touch brought, she shivered a little, her skin rising into goose bumps.
Shinigami looked down at their fingers laced together trance like, he'd never touched a human before, there had always been a distance, he came, freed the soul and left..No contact, no touching……no interaction at all……….he suddenly realised how lonely his existence truly was. He squeezed her hand afraid to let go, enjoying the heat radiating from it, her pulse against his skin, her living essences dancing across his flesh from their contact. He never wanted to let go but her words resurfaced in his thoughts.
" Pity me?" he questioned, his eyes confused, the colour shifting like stars
" You are dying and you pity me? How can you?" she smiled and bought her free hand to his cheek
" Because my life maybe over but at least I had one" her eyes overspilled, as liqued crystal escaped from the corners and she turned her head to look at the silver scythe resting on the floor by Shinigami's feet.
"How can you take lives and yet never have lived one? That's so sad"
Shinigami brought his fingertips to her eyes and caught her tears, staring at them in disbelief rubbing the moisture between his fingers, as if to assure himself they were real.
He was speechless; the angel pitied him, cried for him. He'd taken everything from her yet she wept for his life unlived. He took her in his arms, her head fitting neatly into the hollow by his shoulder, surprising himself at his tenderness and held her as her tears fell for him. 100,000 years he'd seen people cry, mothers by the cribs of their dead infants, children howling for parents that would never hold them again, men..kings..For their dying lovers slipping away before their eyes but not once had it ever been for him. He was hated, cursed, feared…….no one cried for the destroyer, for his life of loneliness…darkness……..despair?
Yes he despaired no one can live a life alone, they go insane..They kill themselves, cry themselves away till they don't have the strength to even breathe anymore.he had endured an enernity…..how much more could he take.
" I've walked this earth an eternity and never lived a day" he whispered, raising his eyes to hers, as the sudden realisation washed through his mind. He did not look the god of death anymore, vulnerability, confusion; loss welled up within his core. Where once was certainty was now filled with doubt. With, but the briefest contact the girl had made him question…hate all he was, he didn't want it anymore. He……..hurt?
" You've taken peoples loved ones since forever and never known what it is to love" she replied, her fingers still entwined with his. Her heart beat growing weaker against his palm.
" I don't know what love is…. I've never had a life, emotions…….i am always distant……..cold…….lonely. This is what death is meant to be," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness. His gaze returned to the scythe by his feet, it's gleaming blade a sharp reminder of what he was here to do, what he had been meant to do……he didn't think he could do it anymore.
" Take Mine, " she whispered, clutching his other hand. He looked at her horrified, they both knew what that would mean but her insistent tugging pulled him forward.
" End it please," she begged, her veiled blue eyes pleading. She hurt, she felt sick, weak, tired, she wanted to rest she had had enough of this world and it's pain
" My time is done anyway, if I can give you something before I go…….then I will be happy"
Shinigami's shoulders slumped in defeat. He could not extend a life already over
" Sleep well princess " he sighed, pushing the stray strands of pale silk from her face. Then he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. Shinigami kissed his angel goodbye.
Emotion swept through him, love, anger, grief, jealousy, depression. Every pain she'd suffered, he felt it, every smile she'd given he shared it as she poured her life into him.
Time froze, the world stopped turning and the room faded away as Shinigami lived, lived through the angel held in his arms. She was giving him her life, her soul, her memories. Letting him and her fuse through their kiss.
Instead of just seeing the life of a mortal play before him he was completely absorbed in it. The taste of ice cream in the summer, the touch of her mother, the smell of the flowers that she had put on her sisters grave……..the constant sound of the monitors beep in her final days. They became him, wrapped round his senses forcing them to accept concepts, ideas, sensations he could not even have begun to imagine.
Then he moaned as he felt something else, her agony, the suffering she had endured from years of being ill, she'd hurt so much yet her anguish had been over him. Then a miracle occurred, for the first time the Shinigami wept. Scalding streaks of salt trickled over his frozen cheeks, as he held tighter to the girl who had given him a heart, let him feel, live. He cried for the billions who had died, he cried for himself but most of all he cried for the loss of his angel. He was alone.
He laid her back on the bed, her body all ready growing cold from Shinigami's kiss. Her final thought of peace and love at her freedom, he held tight to as if to keep her alive within himself. He gazed at her, this fragile vessel that had held one so strong and let the tears spill onto the sheets, shimmering stars of sadness glistening under the fluorescent lights
Behind him the monitor let out a high pitched cry of anguish as her lifeline flattened. He paid little attention to the doctors and nurses who began to fill the room, their hands a blur of activity, i.v's inserted, crash units wheeled in, all a hopeless dance to save a life already over.
He turned and walked through them, a nurse calling out to raise the temperature
" It's like a morgue in here she needs to be kept warm" she growled, begging c.p.r on the angels broken form
He brought his finger to his icy lips and rubbed the flesh that still burned
With her touch.
He picked up his scythe from the floor and turned it over in his hands, his weapon, his sentence. He stroked his finger along the blade and felt pain, human pain….this blade was meant to end that pain. He stared back at his reflection in its metallic surface. Frowning at the puffy red eyes and the anguished expression etched there. He was not Shinigami, that reflection did not belong to the cold indifferent god.
" No more" he whispered, he swung the scythe one last time, before it crashed to the ground silently its blade shot crimson with the blood of a god.
No one saw the young braided child slip from the dead girls room that night, nor did they see the scythe he left behind on her darkened floor, it's radiance dying before it faded away. He slipped away unnoticed onto the streets of l2, hungry, cold, alive.
That night death died and a child was born………..duo howled at the memory.
" SETSUNA!!!!!" And the river of pain dragged him on.
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