The wound had been stabbed in deep on the side of his kidney. He was still able to move; weakly, but he wasn't able to for much longer. Crawford held the side of his desk for support; but his weight kept dawdling him back down. The unproclaimed leader followed through not having his Japanese sword removed yet.
He didn't dodge...
For some reason the red-head was more confused than ever. The American oracle he knew who could glimpse the future of others did not avoid his attack.
Why?
Crawford gave a smile. A powerless smile.
Aya purged his katana from his body. Slowly. Very slowly. The Schwarz leader closed his eyes holding the agony within. He never thought he would end like this. Crawford gasped once the Japanese sword was release. The unproclaimed leader set his weapon onto the side.
His face grew pale white and his body was weaken with the amount of blood lost.
Lost and defeated.
The American pressed on the side of his wound trying to stop the bleeding from oozing out. Aya lifted his head; wrapping his hand onto his shoulder to level the blood from extracting too quickly. He then placed his other hand on top of his trying to help stop the bleeding.
"Why?" The red-head spoke softly. "Why didn't you...?"
Crawford attempted to speak. "Y-y...ou...W...on..." He replied unsteadedly. The American oracle didn't sound like his usual cool, calm and collected self. He was talking like he was someone else. It didn't matter. Not anymore...He had nothing left.
Vulnerable.
Aya shooked his head. He didn't win as he thought he would. Perhaps he had knew the man too well. Well enough that it lingers inside his body. He had lost. Lost to someone he knew too much about.
The oracle's vision began to fade as well as his voice.
Stillness...
To Crawford. Aya was more than just a red-head murderer. He was...
His shadow
His reflection
His counterpart.
-- End
He didn't dodge...
For some reason the red-head was more confused than ever. The American oracle he knew who could glimpse the future of others did not avoid his attack.
Why?
Crawford gave a smile. A powerless smile.
Aya purged his katana from his body. Slowly. Very slowly. The Schwarz leader closed his eyes holding the agony within. He never thought he would end like this. Crawford gasped once the Japanese sword was release. The unproclaimed leader set his weapon onto the side.
His face grew pale white and his body was weaken with the amount of blood lost.
Lost and defeated.
The American pressed on the side of his wound trying to stop the bleeding from oozing out. Aya lifted his head; wrapping his hand onto his shoulder to level the blood from extracting too quickly. He then placed his other hand on top of his trying to help stop the bleeding.
"Why?" The red-head spoke softly. "Why didn't you...?"
Crawford attempted to speak. "Y-y...ou...W...on..." He replied unsteadedly. The American oracle didn't sound like his usual cool, calm and collected self. He was talking like he was someone else. It didn't matter. Not anymore...He had nothing left.
Vulnerable.
Aya shooked his head. He didn't win as he thought he would. Perhaps he had knew the man too well. Well enough that it lingers inside his body. He had lost. Lost to someone he knew too much about.
The oracle's vision began to fade as well as his voice.
Stillness...
To Crawford. Aya was more than just a red-head murderer. He was...
His shadow
His reflection
His counterpart.
-- End