Notes: I don't believe this is AU but my knowledge of WK is rather, *cough* not knowledge so this may be a little messed up so all mistakes are entirely my fault. Please forgive me. *bows* Please enjoy...btw, I like all sorts of reviews whether they be bouncy, flames or constructive criticism. Speak your mind^^
Pairings: Ran x Youji
Warnings: Semi-AU, Ran POV, somewhat yaoi..not really, little fluff
Disclaimer: They aren't mine...they're all crazy. Like me^^
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Blade Withdrawn
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Another mission. Nothing out of the ordinary, ordinary being defined by an assassin. I felt disgusted. How long would our lives be stained with the crimson rose of death? I was tired. Tired of life, tired of death, tired of pain, tired of killing. I felt so cold lately. Like I'd never be warm again, never be happy, never smile again. Not that I smile much in the first place but something...anything to stop our descent into a living nightmare.
Omi was laying out the mission plan and I paid attention idly, staring off into the distance.
"Ran, you take the top floor, take out the guards and come down into the main hall through the door, here." He pointed to a spot on the complex map and looked around at the others. There was half an hour before we had to leave and I wanted to be alone.
This was all meaningless. There was nothing in this life that offered any happiness. Only pain seemed to be abundant and I had had enough. I was outside, the warm summer breeze breaking upon my back and throwing a thin lock of crimson hair into my eyes. I brushed it away absently, walking slowly through the large field in back of the house, away from the others.
Before long I had reached the tree line marking the dense forest surrounding our property. As I gazed into its dimly lit depths I became envious of the ignorance of the creatures residing within. I wanted to join them and not have to remember, not have to kill, not have to cause pain to anyone anymore.
"Ran! Get in here!" Youji's voice carried across the scruffy field, plagued with drought. I didn't turn to acknowledge him or answer, but just gazed into the forest's depths. He yelled again. After a moment I turned to look at him. He glared back at me impatiently, the wind catching his loose white shirt and letting it ripple across his toned chest. His chestnut tresses blew across his eyes, giving his skin a silky hue. I gazed at him for a moment, inwardly surprised but he saw none of it. I started towards the house.
Omi and Ken were waiting in the living room, Ken pacing and Omi sitting on the couch patiently. I went silently to my room to retrieve my weapons, thinking of Youji. I had wondered why he never struck me as beautiful before. I hated the thought. Assassins can't love. I'm too tired to love.
Only a few minutes later, I was outside the front door, not wanting to be near my fellow assassins. I didn't want to be near them. I didn't want to be near anyone. For fear of tainting or being tainted. But why would that matter? I was already stained with the blood of uncountable lives. Lives I had cut short. Lives that had probably more meaning than mine ever will.
I felt so tired. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up until the world had ended and nothing mattered anymore. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to live. So tired...
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