Through Their Eyes: Kindermort by Child of the Faeries.
Part 8: This is the final battle and the 2nd to last part. Will Taichi kill off the three kings? What happens when the rebels realize they are fighting their friends? This is the saddest part!!!
Iori could see a person creeping down the hallway. He could only assume that he was on the side of the three kings, a servant or something. Dead men tell no lies, he thought as he pounced on him, bashing the stranger's face with his fists.
The stranger cried out in alarm, and Iori kicked him hard in the stomach. All of his kendo practice had made him lithe and strong so the stranger fell backwards against the wall.
Iori stood, his eyes filled with malevolence. The quivering mass of flesh lay still for a moment, and Iori felt himself hit the person again, blood splattering as he connected with the stranger's nose. Again and again, his fist beating on the man's defenseless body. He barely even struggled against Iori's attack.
He stepped back and watched as the stranger shuttered and finally fell unconscious. Iori's face held a grim smile as he flipped the body over, wishing to see the face of the man he had rendered helpless.
At first, Iori thought his eyes were deceiving him.. Surely... it couldn't be......
Iori stood up, proud and defiant. He looked at the boy he had hated years before.
The face of a friend.
"Ken." At first, Iori didn't know what to think. If Ken was here, what did that mean? The horrific truth seeped in him, numbing all of his senses.
Mimi had known. Daisuke. Koushiro. Sora. All of them had known who the rebels would meet on this night.
They knew.
"I have to stop Taichi," Iori thought feverishly, trying to find his way through the hallways.
He doesn't know he's going to kill our friends.
Yamato awoke suddenly. Maybe it was just his nerves, but he wasn't able to sleep. Crawling out of bed, he pulled on a pair of slippers. He went to turn on the lights, but stopped. Next to the light switch was the broken picture of Takeru.
Yamato picked it up and opened his door softly, as to not wake any of the others that were sleeping. As a precaution, he slipped his knife into his pocket.
Fear was everywhere as he tread down the ghostly halls. He had never realized who frightening the palace could be.
Sliding into the throne room, Yamato lit a few candles and seated himself in his throne. He looked at his precious picture.
"Takeru..... You know I would have avoided this if I could. I never meant.... for your death. You realize that, right? I never meant to hurt my friends..... It wasn't supposed to be like this, honest. If I could go back.... back in time..... I would change all of this. I really would.
"I miss you, Takeru. I always had to you count on.... and now you're gone." He sighed. "You used to yell at me for smoking, remember? I've given it up now. Not that it matters. I have a feeling.... I'll be joining you tonight." He closed his eyes."Before the sun rises we'll be together again.... and this time, we'll never be apart."
Hikari roamed the hallways. All was quiet.
Her head still throbbed. Something inside of her was telling her to turn, to run away, hide her face from this. Something bad would occur on this night.
A death.
She shivered and continued down the hallway.
She had felt so weak when she blacked out earlier that day... Iori almost hadn't allowed her to come. But since Sora.....betrayed them.... Iori didn't have much of a choice.
Gliding past sets of closed doors, she wondered who lay sleeping behind them. Servants, sweethearts, friends...
"At least tonight this ends," she whispered softly to herself. "One way or another." Her hand gripped the handle of her gun as she wandered in the direction of the throne room.
Taichi walked silently down the darkened hallway. He stopped in front of a closed door. This was it the doorway to one of the three king's bedroom. He smiled with ruthlessness as he thought about how easy it would be to kill him off- how much pleasure he would have.
This is for Takeru and Yamato. Jyou and Ken. Sora, Iori, Miyako, Koushiro, Mimi, Hikari and Daisuke. All of my friends that I lost because of these three kings.
He opened the door and drew his gun, ready to shoot the first thing that moved . But the room was empty. Cursing, he walked out and continued down the hallway when the slightest flicker of light caught his eyes. The soft babble of hushed words.
Taichi smirked and walked in the direction of the noise.
That couldn't have been Taichi, Mimi resounded with herself. Everyone is so keyed up that you are imagining things now.
She lay back down, trying to falling back to sleep, but she could hear footsteps in the hallway. They faded away, and she sighed.
Almost drifting to sleep, another set of footsteps could be heard- these ones more insistent and driven- almost angry and defiant.
What is going on? She grumbled as she climbed out of bed and pulled on a pick bathrobe.
"Koushiro? Yamato? Ken?" she whispered, trying to make out who was walking down the hallway. The figure stopped and turned around, walking towards Mimi slowly.
Mimi felt a sense of terror threaten to overwhelm her as the figure drew nearer, hidden in the shadows. "Who..... who is it?" she choked out, her throat dry.
Miyako stepped into the shallow light pouring from Mimi's room, gun ready. Both girls looked at each other in confusion.
"Mimi?" Miyako whispered, scarcely believing her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Mimi's eyes widened in horror. "Don't tell me......you have come to kill the three kings tonight?" Her face grew scared and overwhelmed.
"Yes.... what are you doing here? You're going to get yourself killed," Miyako whispered. "I was ordered to kill anyone I saw."
"Who ordered that?" Mimi asked, her voice trembling.
"Taichi."
With that word spoken, Mimi shuddered. "Taichi's here, too..." Terror washed over her. "I have to stop him.... from killing our friends....." Miyako looked confused and she blinked several times.
"What are you talking about?" she said, slapping the side of Mimi's face. "You are delusional. The three kings. They killed Takeru. Your true love."
"No..... no more bloodshed...." Mimi whimpered, unable to check the tears. " I don't want to the blood of two brothers to be shed......... He didn't mean it, Miyako..."
"What do you mean?" Miyako said, straightening up. "Are you on the side of the three kings? If you are....then I must kill you." Miyakos's inner demons laughed as her feeling conflicted with each other. She didn't want to kill her friend.
"Yamato didn't mean it. Neither did Ken or Jyou.." Mimi's vision cleared and she realized what she must do.
"I have to stop this."
Taichi had never murdered before. He had never thought himself to be an anarchist, assassin, and rebel leader all in one night.
A thrill ran through his body as he drew nearer to the voice. The throne room. If his friend, doubtful as it may seem, actually arrived at the palace, they would find his handiwork, his first murder, strew over what had been the three king's most powerful place in the palace.
Throughout the palace people were stirring, and Taichi knew he would have to hurry. The end had come. Now the was the time for action.
Iori opened the door to a room and walked inside. A blue-haired boy slept soundly on his bed near the window.
"Jyou!" Iori exclaimed, violently shaking him. "Wake up!"
Jyou awoke, taking hold of Iori's arm and violently throwing him against the bedpost.
"Jyou, it's me. Iori!" The small boy said, hunched over to pain. "I don't want to hurt you."
Jyou stood up, his adrenaline racing. "Then why are you here?"
"I knocked Ken out," Iori confessed quickly. "I didn't know it was him..."
"Where?" Jyou said, already striding out the door.
"No, Jyou, there is a bigger problem," Iori snarled, grabbing hold of Jyou's sleeve. "Hikari, Miyako and Taichi are all in the palace, too... And they don't know that you are the kings. Taichi has taken it upon himself to kill you three."
"Then we won't waste any time," Jyou said, hurrying down the hall. They ran to Yamato's room, only to find the door open and him gone.
"Blast it. We need to find Taichi!" Jyou yelled. "Where were you supposed to meet him?"
Iori trembled. He had never seen Jyou so cold and distant- so angry before. "The.... the throne room."
Jyou turned and dashed down the hallway into the darkness. Iori stopped and returned to Ken's side, picking him up and carrying him out of harm's way.
Mimi ran in the front door of the throne room just as Taichi entered from the side. "Taichi, no!" Mimi screamed, running towards Taichi and Yamato.
Yamato stood up, facing his old friend with sad eyes. Taichi was startled, but he didn't drop his gun.
"You are here," Yamato said, lowering his head in defeat. "Now you will kill me."
Taichi's eyes flashed in anger and pain. "You. Of all people, you had to be the king."
Yamato said nothing, his eyes filled with unspoken grief.
" I trusted you." Taichi's voice rang loud and clear, pounding in Yamato's ears. "You tore all of our friendships apart. Everyone now fights only for themselves. It's your fault. Some Bearer of Friendship"
"I cannot condone my actions. But I cannot live in the past," Yamato said bitterly. "I will not allow the past to consume me."
"Then I will kill you," Taichi screamed, his hand shaking on his gun. " I will make you pay for the death of my friends."
"They were my friends, too, Taichi," Yamato whispered and Taichi froze.
"Please, Taichi. Don't do this," Mimi breathed, scarcely allowing herself to move.
"Stay out of this, Mimi," Yamato said, never taking his eyes off of Taichi.
"That's right, protect Princess Mimi. She needs protection, now that Takeru is gone. You killed him."
"No!" Yamato said coldly, drawing himself to his full height. "I did not kill my brother."
"How can you justify something like that? I thought you loved your brother," Taichi sneered.
"I loved my brother more that anyone else in this world. His death almost pushed me over the edge," Yamato whispered harshly.
"Maybe you should have died. Then I wouldn't have to do the dirty deed myself."
Yamato's eyes were blue fire. He drew his knife from his back pocket. "How dare you call Takeru your friend. You disgrace yourself."
"Such words, coming from a deserting murderer."
"I have sworn never to kill again," Yamato said, his voice filled with venom. "If I had not made that promise, you would be dead right now."
"Taichi, stop," Jyou commanded, appearing at Yamato's side. Miyako appeared from the front door.
"You too, Jyou? I thought better of you."
"I least I don't leave my friends like you did," Jyou retorted. Taichi's eyes flickered to Miyako.
"I thought they were a lost cause."
"Never underestimate your friends. Or your enemy," Yamato said enraged. Jyou's eyes were dark as he joined his friend's side, knife drawn.
"We're sorry, Taichi," Miyako said sorrowfully from the front door. "We're sorry we couldn't do better. Iori and I..... we just don't make up for the others."
"Of course you don't." Taichi was quivering, full of fear, confidence, and hatred. "No one can replace real friends."
Hikari stepped beside Miyako. "Taichi..... Yamato? Jyou? Mimi? What is........ " Her head pounded, and she gritted her teeth. Suddenly she started to glow, lifting in the air. She closed her eyes, crying out in pain, and the strange power stopped.
"Tak.....Takeru?" she murmured softly, sinking into the swirling darkness.
"Hikari!" Miyako shrieked, falling to the ground. "Somebody help! Get a doctor or something!"
"There's an infirmary downstairs. Iori is bringing Ken there right now," Jyou said softly. "We can bring her there right now."
"No. Not right now," Taichi grinned, his gun pointed directly at Yamato. "I came here to kill the three kings. First I kill Yamato." He laughed, harsh and discordant sound to Yamato's ears.
Fear could be seen in his eyes as Taichi pulled back the trigger of his gun.
"Taichi, no!!" Mimi cried, dashing in front of the bullet. It hit her, carving into her tender flesh.
"Mimi!" Miyako screeched from the doorway.
"What have you done, Taichi?" Yamato whispered softly, falling to his knees. Blood poured from her bullet wound near her heart. "You are no better than the rest of us."
Koushiro awoke suddenly. Mimi was in trouble. Her heard screams and a gunshot. No.
He cursed as he ran through the moon-striped hallways. Nearby a clock struck midnight.
Blindly he ran, his eyes troubled. Where could she be?
At last he found the slightest flickering of candle light. Running inside, he saw Mimi's hair splayed on the ground, filled with her blood. Yamato sat beside her, cursing at Taichi.
Taichi. Miyako. Hikari's crumbled body. Tonight was the night the rebels attacked.
"Is she dead?" Koushiro whispered, tears in the corners of his eyes as he ran to Mimi's side.
"No," Jyou said, his voice strangely hollow.
"Then there's still hope?"
Jyou shook his head. "The bullet..... it's most likely lodged in her heart. She hasn't a chance." His eyes wavered. "I'm sorry, Koushiro. I know how much she meant to you.... meant to all of us."
"You don't understand," Koushiro said brokenly, running his hand through her hair. "She didn't come here to fight or join sides. She came to stop you. Stop you all from killing each other. And......." He laid his head on her chest, his tears mingling with her blood.
"I love her," he cried, closing his eyes. "I've lost so many people before.... both sets of parents, Takeru........ I can't lose her, too. I can't."
"Koushiro," Yamato said, resting a hand on his friends back. "There's nothing we can do. She will die."
"You don't understand," Koushiro cried. "If she dies, I will die. I will lose my soul." Lifting his head, he felt blood running down his face. All of his friends' faces were haunted, grotesquely solemn in the candlelight.
"She can't die," Koushiro mumbled, kissing Mimi's lips softly. "She just can't."
Dying was painless. She had always thought that when you died, there would be intense pain.... fear of isolation, blinding your reality.
All she could feel was calmness. A very peaceful calm, so calm it frightened her. It washed over her in waves, leaving her writhing with pain before the calmness swept over her again. And sadness.
It hurt to think of the people she was leaving behind. Koushiro. Her parents. Friends.
But even her sadness was fading now- floating away. She was dead and there was nothing she could do about it.
Nothing could hurt her anymore. She was beyond pain.
She could see her friends leaning over her. Koushiro was crying. He loved her. Blood dripped off of his face. Her blood.
Yamato cursed at Taichi, tears running his face. He thinks this is his fault. It's not.
Taichi was in shock. His gun had fallen to the floor, forgotten. His eyes were angry and sad at the same time.
Mimi felt herself being drawn downwards, into the darkness.
Jyou's eyes could hold back the tears any longer.
Miyako sobbed.
Mimi wanted to comfort them, but she couldn't. It was too late.
Slipping into blackness, she felt something take hold of her, pulling her back.
Suddenly her world exploded in a flash of bright light.
Koushiro sobbed, pulling Mimi into his arms. Everyone he had every loved... gone.
He sobbed bitterly for his perfect world that had come crashing down. "You can't die," he screamed, cradling her in his arms.
But there was nothing anyone could do.
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*tears in my eyes* Ack..... such sad stuff...... don't worry, there's one part left. Okay.... a clarification on the title "Kindermort". It is a German word, and according to my history teacher, it means Death of the Children. I chose it because Taichi and Yamato and everyone are friends, and they are ripping themselves apart. They are killing each other, and don't even realize it. One part left, "Phoenix". Please tell me what you think!!
Part 8: This is the final battle and the 2nd to last part. Will Taichi kill off the three kings? What happens when the rebels realize they are fighting their friends? This is the saddest part!!!
Iori could see a person creeping down the hallway. He could only assume that he was on the side of the three kings, a servant or something. Dead men tell no lies, he thought as he pounced on him, bashing the stranger's face with his fists.
The stranger cried out in alarm, and Iori kicked him hard in the stomach. All of his kendo practice had made him lithe and strong so the stranger fell backwards against the wall.
Iori stood, his eyes filled with malevolence. The quivering mass of flesh lay still for a moment, and Iori felt himself hit the person again, blood splattering as he connected with the stranger's nose. Again and again, his fist beating on the man's defenseless body. He barely even struggled against Iori's attack.
He stepped back and watched as the stranger shuttered and finally fell unconscious. Iori's face held a grim smile as he flipped the body over, wishing to see the face of the man he had rendered helpless.
At first, Iori thought his eyes were deceiving him.. Surely... it couldn't be......
Iori stood up, proud and defiant. He looked at the boy he had hated years before.
The face of a friend.
"Ken." At first, Iori didn't know what to think. If Ken was here, what did that mean? The horrific truth seeped in him, numbing all of his senses.
Mimi had known. Daisuke. Koushiro. Sora. All of them had known who the rebels would meet on this night.
They knew.
"I have to stop Taichi," Iori thought feverishly, trying to find his way through the hallways.
He doesn't know he's going to kill our friends.
Yamato awoke suddenly. Maybe it was just his nerves, but he wasn't able to sleep. Crawling out of bed, he pulled on a pair of slippers. He went to turn on the lights, but stopped. Next to the light switch was the broken picture of Takeru.
Yamato picked it up and opened his door softly, as to not wake any of the others that were sleeping. As a precaution, he slipped his knife into his pocket.
Fear was everywhere as he tread down the ghostly halls. He had never realized who frightening the palace could be.
Sliding into the throne room, Yamato lit a few candles and seated himself in his throne. He looked at his precious picture.
"Takeru..... You know I would have avoided this if I could. I never meant.... for your death. You realize that, right? I never meant to hurt my friends..... It wasn't supposed to be like this, honest. If I could go back.... back in time..... I would change all of this. I really would.
"I miss you, Takeru. I always had to you count on.... and now you're gone." He sighed. "You used to yell at me for smoking, remember? I've given it up now. Not that it matters. I have a feeling.... I'll be joining you tonight." He closed his eyes."Before the sun rises we'll be together again.... and this time, we'll never be apart."
Hikari roamed the hallways. All was quiet.
Her head still throbbed. Something inside of her was telling her to turn, to run away, hide her face from this. Something bad would occur on this night.
A death.
She shivered and continued down the hallway.
She had felt so weak when she blacked out earlier that day... Iori almost hadn't allowed her to come. But since Sora.....betrayed them.... Iori didn't have much of a choice.
Gliding past sets of closed doors, she wondered who lay sleeping behind them. Servants, sweethearts, friends...
"At least tonight this ends," she whispered softly to herself. "One way or another." Her hand gripped the handle of her gun as she wandered in the direction of the throne room.
Taichi walked silently down the darkened hallway. He stopped in front of a closed door. This was it the doorway to one of the three king's bedroom. He smiled with ruthlessness as he thought about how easy it would be to kill him off- how much pleasure he would have.
This is for Takeru and Yamato. Jyou and Ken. Sora, Iori, Miyako, Koushiro, Mimi, Hikari and Daisuke. All of my friends that I lost because of these three kings.
He opened the door and drew his gun, ready to shoot the first thing that moved . But the room was empty. Cursing, he walked out and continued down the hallway when the slightest flicker of light caught his eyes. The soft babble of hushed words.
Taichi smirked and walked in the direction of the noise.
That couldn't have been Taichi, Mimi resounded with herself. Everyone is so keyed up that you are imagining things now.
She lay back down, trying to falling back to sleep, but she could hear footsteps in the hallway. They faded away, and she sighed.
Almost drifting to sleep, another set of footsteps could be heard- these ones more insistent and driven- almost angry and defiant.
What is going on? She grumbled as she climbed out of bed and pulled on a pick bathrobe.
"Koushiro? Yamato? Ken?" she whispered, trying to make out who was walking down the hallway. The figure stopped and turned around, walking towards Mimi slowly.
Mimi felt a sense of terror threaten to overwhelm her as the figure drew nearer, hidden in the shadows. "Who..... who is it?" she choked out, her throat dry.
Miyako stepped into the shallow light pouring from Mimi's room, gun ready. Both girls looked at each other in confusion.
"Mimi?" Miyako whispered, scarcely believing her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Mimi's eyes widened in horror. "Don't tell me......you have come to kill the three kings tonight?" Her face grew scared and overwhelmed.
"Yes.... what are you doing here? You're going to get yourself killed," Miyako whispered. "I was ordered to kill anyone I saw."
"Who ordered that?" Mimi asked, her voice trembling.
"Taichi."
With that word spoken, Mimi shuddered. "Taichi's here, too..." Terror washed over her. "I have to stop him.... from killing our friends....." Miyako looked confused and she blinked several times.
"What are you talking about?" she said, slapping the side of Mimi's face. "You are delusional. The three kings. They killed Takeru. Your true love."
"No..... no more bloodshed...." Mimi whimpered, unable to check the tears. " I don't want to the blood of two brothers to be shed......... He didn't mean it, Miyako..."
"What do you mean?" Miyako said, straightening up. "Are you on the side of the three kings? If you are....then I must kill you." Miyakos's inner demons laughed as her feeling conflicted with each other. She didn't want to kill her friend.
"Yamato didn't mean it. Neither did Ken or Jyou.." Mimi's vision cleared and she realized what she must do.
"I have to stop this."
Taichi had never murdered before. He had never thought himself to be an anarchist, assassin, and rebel leader all in one night.
A thrill ran through his body as he drew nearer to the voice. The throne room. If his friend, doubtful as it may seem, actually arrived at the palace, they would find his handiwork, his first murder, strew over what had been the three king's most powerful place in the palace.
Throughout the palace people were stirring, and Taichi knew he would have to hurry. The end had come. Now the was the time for action.
Iori opened the door to a room and walked inside. A blue-haired boy slept soundly on his bed near the window.
"Jyou!" Iori exclaimed, violently shaking him. "Wake up!"
Jyou awoke, taking hold of Iori's arm and violently throwing him against the bedpost.
"Jyou, it's me. Iori!" The small boy said, hunched over to pain. "I don't want to hurt you."
Jyou stood up, his adrenaline racing. "Then why are you here?"
"I knocked Ken out," Iori confessed quickly. "I didn't know it was him..."
"Where?" Jyou said, already striding out the door.
"No, Jyou, there is a bigger problem," Iori snarled, grabbing hold of Jyou's sleeve. "Hikari, Miyako and Taichi are all in the palace, too... And they don't know that you are the kings. Taichi has taken it upon himself to kill you three."
"Then we won't waste any time," Jyou said, hurrying down the hall. They ran to Yamato's room, only to find the door open and him gone.
"Blast it. We need to find Taichi!" Jyou yelled. "Where were you supposed to meet him?"
Iori trembled. He had never seen Jyou so cold and distant- so angry before. "The.... the throne room."
Jyou turned and dashed down the hallway into the darkness. Iori stopped and returned to Ken's side, picking him up and carrying him out of harm's way.
Mimi ran in the front door of the throne room just as Taichi entered from the side. "Taichi, no!" Mimi screamed, running towards Taichi and Yamato.
Yamato stood up, facing his old friend with sad eyes. Taichi was startled, but he didn't drop his gun.
"You are here," Yamato said, lowering his head in defeat. "Now you will kill me."
Taichi's eyes flashed in anger and pain. "You. Of all people, you had to be the king."
Yamato said nothing, his eyes filled with unspoken grief.
" I trusted you." Taichi's voice rang loud and clear, pounding in Yamato's ears. "You tore all of our friendships apart. Everyone now fights only for themselves. It's your fault. Some Bearer of Friendship"
"I cannot condone my actions. But I cannot live in the past," Yamato said bitterly. "I will not allow the past to consume me."
"Then I will kill you," Taichi screamed, his hand shaking on his gun. " I will make you pay for the death of my friends."
"They were my friends, too, Taichi," Yamato whispered and Taichi froze.
"Please, Taichi. Don't do this," Mimi breathed, scarcely allowing herself to move.
"Stay out of this, Mimi," Yamato said, never taking his eyes off of Taichi.
"That's right, protect Princess Mimi. She needs protection, now that Takeru is gone. You killed him."
"No!" Yamato said coldly, drawing himself to his full height. "I did not kill my brother."
"How can you justify something like that? I thought you loved your brother," Taichi sneered.
"I loved my brother more that anyone else in this world. His death almost pushed me over the edge," Yamato whispered harshly.
"Maybe you should have died. Then I wouldn't have to do the dirty deed myself."
Yamato's eyes were blue fire. He drew his knife from his back pocket. "How dare you call Takeru your friend. You disgrace yourself."
"Such words, coming from a deserting murderer."
"I have sworn never to kill again," Yamato said, his voice filled with venom. "If I had not made that promise, you would be dead right now."
"Taichi, stop," Jyou commanded, appearing at Yamato's side. Miyako appeared from the front door.
"You too, Jyou? I thought better of you."
"I least I don't leave my friends like you did," Jyou retorted. Taichi's eyes flickered to Miyako.
"I thought they were a lost cause."
"Never underestimate your friends. Or your enemy," Yamato said enraged. Jyou's eyes were dark as he joined his friend's side, knife drawn.
"We're sorry, Taichi," Miyako said sorrowfully from the front door. "We're sorry we couldn't do better. Iori and I..... we just don't make up for the others."
"Of course you don't." Taichi was quivering, full of fear, confidence, and hatred. "No one can replace real friends."
Hikari stepped beside Miyako. "Taichi..... Yamato? Jyou? Mimi? What is........ " Her head pounded, and she gritted her teeth. Suddenly she started to glow, lifting in the air. She closed her eyes, crying out in pain, and the strange power stopped.
"Tak.....Takeru?" she murmured softly, sinking into the swirling darkness.
"Hikari!" Miyako shrieked, falling to the ground. "Somebody help! Get a doctor or something!"
"There's an infirmary downstairs. Iori is bringing Ken there right now," Jyou said softly. "We can bring her there right now."
"No. Not right now," Taichi grinned, his gun pointed directly at Yamato. "I came here to kill the three kings. First I kill Yamato." He laughed, harsh and discordant sound to Yamato's ears.
Fear could be seen in his eyes as Taichi pulled back the trigger of his gun.
"Taichi, no!!" Mimi cried, dashing in front of the bullet. It hit her, carving into her tender flesh.
"Mimi!" Miyako screeched from the doorway.
"What have you done, Taichi?" Yamato whispered softly, falling to his knees. Blood poured from her bullet wound near her heart. "You are no better than the rest of us."
Koushiro awoke suddenly. Mimi was in trouble. Her heard screams and a gunshot. No.
He cursed as he ran through the moon-striped hallways. Nearby a clock struck midnight.
Blindly he ran, his eyes troubled. Where could she be?
At last he found the slightest flickering of candle light. Running inside, he saw Mimi's hair splayed on the ground, filled with her blood. Yamato sat beside her, cursing at Taichi.
Taichi. Miyako. Hikari's crumbled body. Tonight was the night the rebels attacked.
"Is she dead?" Koushiro whispered, tears in the corners of his eyes as he ran to Mimi's side.
"No," Jyou said, his voice strangely hollow.
"Then there's still hope?"
Jyou shook his head. "The bullet..... it's most likely lodged in her heart. She hasn't a chance." His eyes wavered. "I'm sorry, Koushiro. I know how much she meant to you.... meant to all of us."
"You don't understand," Koushiro said brokenly, running his hand through her hair. "She didn't come here to fight or join sides. She came to stop you. Stop you all from killing each other. And......." He laid his head on her chest, his tears mingling with her blood.
"I love her," he cried, closing his eyes. "I've lost so many people before.... both sets of parents, Takeru........ I can't lose her, too. I can't."
"Koushiro," Yamato said, resting a hand on his friends back. "There's nothing we can do. She will die."
"You don't understand," Koushiro cried. "If she dies, I will die. I will lose my soul." Lifting his head, he felt blood running down his face. All of his friends' faces were haunted, grotesquely solemn in the candlelight.
"She can't die," Koushiro mumbled, kissing Mimi's lips softly. "She just can't."
Dying was painless. She had always thought that when you died, there would be intense pain.... fear of isolation, blinding your reality.
All she could feel was calmness. A very peaceful calm, so calm it frightened her. It washed over her in waves, leaving her writhing with pain before the calmness swept over her again. And sadness.
It hurt to think of the people she was leaving behind. Koushiro. Her parents. Friends.
But even her sadness was fading now- floating away. She was dead and there was nothing she could do about it.
Nothing could hurt her anymore. She was beyond pain.
She could see her friends leaning over her. Koushiro was crying. He loved her. Blood dripped off of his face. Her blood.
Yamato cursed at Taichi, tears running his face. He thinks this is his fault. It's not.
Taichi was in shock. His gun had fallen to the floor, forgotten. His eyes were angry and sad at the same time.
Mimi felt herself being drawn downwards, into the darkness.
Jyou's eyes could hold back the tears any longer.
Miyako sobbed.
Mimi wanted to comfort them, but she couldn't. It was too late.
Slipping into blackness, she felt something take hold of her, pulling her back.
Suddenly her world exploded in a flash of bright light.
Koushiro sobbed, pulling Mimi into his arms. Everyone he had every loved... gone.
He sobbed bitterly for his perfect world that had come crashing down. "You can't die," he screamed, cradling her in his arms.
But there was nothing anyone could do.
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*tears in my eyes* Ack..... such sad stuff...... don't worry, there's one part left. Okay.... a clarification on the title "Kindermort". It is a German word, and according to my history teacher, it means Death of the Children. I chose it because Taichi and Yamato and everyone are friends, and they are ripping themselves apart. They are killing each other, and don't even realize it. One part left, "Phoenix". Please tell me what you think!!