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Note: This is a pretty dumb… and short poetry-like fic. But you can still please me and read this willingly anyway.

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Rain

By wood-nymph

The strong survives. The weak perishes.

He stood alone, still holding the sword. Five bodies scattered around him. Blood, spilling all over.

"Are you crying?"

He looked up to the sky, rain deluging down on him.

He smiled.

"No."

Rain

Wash away this filth on my hands

The blood I have spilt

The guilt in my heart

The stain on this sword

Rain

Wash away these tears

Take away my fears

My vulnerability…

Help me smile

Help me suppress my emotions

Rain

Wash away this anguish I harbor

Let me run

Without looking back

Make me strong

Rain

Wash away my doubts

Because… I feel so insecure

Is it wrong to be weak?

Is it really the strong who prevails?

Is it right… to kill?

He stared at the sword. It seemed so sharp, so cold…

It must be really painful to be slashed by a sword… I think… I think that I'll give this back.

I know I'm weak, but it doesn't really bother me…

"That brat! He has been hiding the assassin! Let's kill him!"

He ran blindly, eyes widened in fear… still clutching his sword.

"Someone, help me! They're going to kill me! Shishio-san!"

Rain

Yes, wash away these doubts

Yes, the strong survives

The weak shall die

"Do you want to follow me?"

He nodded, and walked along with Shishio.

"Shishio-san, can I be strong?"

"Yes. I'll be the only one stronger than you."

Rain

Wash away this pain

Let me smile

Make me smile

I will hold my head up high

I will smile

Yes, he smiled.

Through the pelting of the rain, he smiled.

But the truth is

The truth is

He was crying.

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