And Then You Die...
By Shimegami
Warnings: Umm.....death thingy, weird, ...um, could be considered yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Umm...this can be taken for whoever in Weiss or Schwarz. Just...um, weird...yeah....
And Then You Die...
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Here I am, trapped, waiting for my death. This isn't right. Assasins hit and run, therefore our deaths should be the same. Do you want to
know how? I've spent quite some time thinking about this, you know. When you're in a cell with no window, and the only decoration the door,
you tend to think about things. So, let me tell how exactly an assasin is supposed to die.
You're running from the building; you had a mission but something went wrong. They saw one of you. So you're running for your life, hoping to get away
in time. Suddenly, you feel a terrible pain in your chest. You stumble, and the world starts to go a lot slower and faster at the same time. Only
now do you hear that gunshot, the one that has cut your life short. You'll find it ironic, an assasin assasinated. You watch as your fellow teammates,
friends that you've come to respect, turn around and realise that something's not right. You watch the face of the one you love, smiling softly, and
mouth his name silently. Your eyes stay trained to his face, almost adorable with that expression of shocked horror and disbelief, even as you fall.
The pain is gone now, all that matters is him. He mouths your name back in shock. You hit the ground, the fresh jolt of pain sending your world
into darkness. As it gets dimmer, the last thing you hear is your love's voice screaming your name. And you feel hopeless, that he has to live through
so much pain, and wonder if he'll kill himself later. So all you can do is smile sadly and hope that he'll live for the both of you.
And then you die.
That's how it's supposed to go, not this slow agony, wondering if they'll kill you soon. I guess this way, it's supposed to be more painful. I can fully
agree. Maybe I'll be saved. Or maybe I'll die. I don't know. All I know is that they'll come in here, take me to the sterile white labs that I hate
so much, and let me have a supposedly slow, easy, and painless death. What they don't know is that'll be agony, wishing I could see his face before I die.
But no, all I'll be able to see before the world goes black is that hateful, nasty white ceiling, and all I'll think is "I wonder if he'll miss me..."
The world will go black around me, blessed relief to that icky white, and I'll conjure up the image of his face, and hope it's enough while it never,
never is.
And then I'll die.
Goodbye.
~Owari~
AN: Umm...okay. That was just weird. I dunno. _ Oh well. Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?
By Shimegami
Warnings: Umm.....death thingy, weird, ...um, could be considered yaoi
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Umm...this can be taken for whoever in Weiss or Schwarz. Just...um, weird...yeah....
And Then You Die...
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Here I am, trapped, waiting for my death. This isn't right. Assasins hit and run, therefore our deaths should be the same. Do you want to
know how? I've spent quite some time thinking about this, you know. When you're in a cell with no window, and the only decoration the door,
you tend to think about things. So, let me tell how exactly an assasin is supposed to die.
You're running from the building; you had a mission but something went wrong. They saw one of you. So you're running for your life, hoping to get away
in time. Suddenly, you feel a terrible pain in your chest. You stumble, and the world starts to go a lot slower and faster at the same time. Only
now do you hear that gunshot, the one that has cut your life short. You'll find it ironic, an assasin assasinated. You watch as your fellow teammates,
friends that you've come to respect, turn around and realise that something's not right. You watch the face of the one you love, smiling softly, and
mouth his name silently. Your eyes stay trained to his face, almost adorable with that expression of shocked horror and disbelief, even as you fall.
The pain is gone now, all that matters is him. He mouths your name back in shock. You hit the ground, the fresh jolt of pain sending your world
into darkness. As it gets dimmer, the last thing you hear is your love's voice screaming your name. And you feel hopeless, that he has to live through
so much pain, and wonder if he'll kill himself later. So all you can do is smile sadly and hope that he'll live for the both of you.
And then you die.
That's how it's supposed to go, not this slow agony, wondering if they'll kill you soon. I guess this way, it's supposed to be more painful. I can fully
agree. Maybe I'll be saved. Or maybe I'll die. I don't know. All I know is that they'll come in here, take me to the sterile white labs that I hate
so much, and let me have a supposedly slow, easy, and painless death. What they don't know is that'll be agony, wishing I could see his face before I die.
But no, all I'll be able to see before the world goes black is that hateful, nasty white ceiling, and all I'll think is "I wonder if he'll miss me..."
The world will go black around me, blessed relief to that icky white, and I'll conjure up the image of his face, and hope it's enough while it never,
never is.
And then I'll die.
Goodbye.
~Owari~
AN: Umm...okay. That was just weird. I dunno. _ Oh well. Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?