As The Rain Falls Down
By: Neko-chan
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own 'em.
A/N: Little character ficcie. Nuriko's POV after he died. *looks blankly at people's weird looks* What? I was bored, alright! And this just came to me. *crawls away before she could be flamed*
Drip. Drop. The rain slowly fell down onto the body of the young man. He lay unmoving for many minutes, silent except for the harsh sound of his breathing. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked slowly. His whole entire body ached, not one part of him didn't throb with pain.
What happened? Why does it hurt so much? Nuriko asked himself, clutching his throbbing head in pale, delicate hands. Where am I? He blinked and slowly looked around. He was somewhere unfamiliar; somewhere he had never been before. It was cold, so very cold. And dark, too. Nuriko shivered slightly, wrapping his arms around his middle. The chill seemed to seep through his skin, settling deep within his bones. Pale mist floated around him, occasionally twining around his legs playfully. What is this place?
Slowly, as if terrified of waking whoever ruled this awful, lonely place, Nuriko began to walk forward, his footsteps cat-quiet on the hard ground. Where is everyone else? he thought to himself. Tasuki would probably hate this place; he hates anything cold and damp. Shivering once again, Nuriko's thought continued, And, then again, neither do I. He continued walking, looking about himself curiously. Miaka's probably terrified by now, wherever she is in this weird place.
At this thought, Nuriko's footsteps came faster, pounding the ground as he looked for the others and the girl he loved. The mist seemed to pull at him, dragging him back, no matter how fast he ran or how much he struggled against it. All too soon, Nuriko's breath came in gasps and pants for air. No.....I won't give up.....the others probably need me!
"Miaka!" he shouted. "Hotohori-sama! Tasuki! Chichiri! Mitsukake! Chiriko! Tamahome!" But his shouts just echoed back to him strangely, sounding flat and lifeless. Dead. Nuriko stopped, his beautiful eyes widening in horror. No.....it can't be true!! It can't possibly be true!
But then, as he stared about himself in wide-eyed horror, the mist slowly parted, revealing a window. Nuriko stepped forward and slowly pressed his hand against the window. His hand was stopped by something that felt like glass, but wasn't. And slowly, so slowly that Nuriko didn't notice at first, the window cleared, presenting Nuriko with images. Images that he didn't recognize that wanted to deny with all of his being.
After all......the window was showing his death.
But the magical window wasn't done yet. It kept on showing Nuriko picture after picture, scene after scene; faster and faster.......until, finally it stopped. Staring at the scene presented to him, Nuriko leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. And then he wept, the salty tears falling to the ground and mixing with the rain puddled around him.
"Goodbye......my friends........"