Chapter 4
A/N: I have been getting positive reviews, (Thanks guys!) Even though this is personally not one of my favorites so far, but thanks for the positive feedback! That's all I have to say, so here we go!
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The age-old chant of revolution escaped my lips, sounding just as it did the times before. Granting what it always used to do, possession to the winner. Bring me to her; power of Dios, for being alone will never suffice.
"Sword of the rose... The power of Dios that sleeps within me... Answer to your master and show yourself!"
The same brilliant light that makes all others seem dim in comparison radiates from my chest. Leaning back, surprisingly far considering I wasn't being supported, the sword's hilt begins to appear. I reach a hand up, trying to grab the end.
It hurts. A burning pain fills my chest. Never before has this feeling over swept me. But I don't care.
I will come for you Utena. No matter what it takes. If there is a way to make up for what I've done to you, then this will be it.
Finally I slip my fingers around the handle, and tear it from my body. Lunging forward, I release a cry of pain. Not letting the sword slide from my grasp, I grip it tightly. The metal is lightweight, but upon inspection it is seemingly indestructible.
With a childlike awe, I found myself grazing and stroking the long blade. Utena has held this sword many times. Wielding the weapon to preserve my safety... And after time, to preserve my presence in her life. Reversely, I will use this to ensure her to me.
I turn the blade on myself, taking in the feel of its steel against my abdomen. I pause before applying any pressure, wondering with a just curiosity about what death feels like. If anything, it must feel better than living for eternity.
Will Utena be on the other side? Even if I were succumbed to the gates of hell, a fate I so deserve, knowing Utena's presence in heaven would suffice.
But no, I am not dying. I am going to the other world. A destination I have heard so much of, yet know little about. Has it been worth this, all of this? So many find excuses to bring about their own demise. She is here, waiting for me. She told me, and I believe.
Utena... be with me as I perform the ultimate sacrifice.
Inhaling deeply, I thrust the sword into myself, gagging with pain. Pain... Welcoming the pain I have earned. Further and further I push the weapon up to its hilt.
The pain has ceased to be. A numbing sensation envelops me as I struggle to breathe. Suffocate. Drown me in my own. Just let me be with her.
The warmth of my own blood, a sight I had never imagined to see, is now all that I can visualize. Sickeningly, this feels... Satisfying.
"I'm coming..." A hoarse whisper escapes my lips. Releasing the finality of my energy, my body collapses over the crisp red roses.
A/N: I have been getting positive reviews, (Thanks guys!) Even though this is personally not one of my favorites so far, but thanks for the positive feedback! That's all I have to say, so here we go!
~*~*~
The age-old chant of revolution escaped my lips, sounding just as it did the times before. Granting what it always used to do, possession to the winner. Bring me to her; power of Dios, for being alone will never suffice.
"Sword of the rose... The power of Dios that sleeps within me... Answer to your master and show yourself!"
The same brilliant light that makes all others seem dim in comparison radiates from my chest. Leaning back, surprisingly far considering I wasn't being supported, the sword's hilt begins to appear. I reach a hand up, trying to grab the end.
It hurts. A burning pain fills my chest. Never before has this feeling over swept me. But I don't care.
I will come for you Utena. No matter what it takes. If there is a way to make up for what I've done to you, then this will be it.
Finally I slip my fingers around the handle, and tear it from my body. Lunging forward, I release a cry of pain. Not letting the sword slide from my grasp, I grip it tightly. The metal is lightweight, but upon inspection it is seemingly indestructible.
With a childlike awe, I found myself grazing and stroking the long blade. Utena has held this sword many times. Wielding the weapon to preserve my safety... And after time, to preserve my presence in her life. Reversely, I will use this to ensure her to me.
I turn the blade on myself, taking in the feel of its steel against my abdomen. I pause before applying any pressure, wondering with a just curiosity about what death feels like. If anything, it must feel better than living for eternity.
Will Utena be on the other side? Even if I were succumbed to the gates of hell, a fate I so deserve, knowing Utena's presence in heaven would suffice.
But no, I am not dying. I am going to the other world. A destination I have heard so much of, yet know little about. Has it been worth this, all of this? So many find excuses to bring about their own demise. She is here, waiting for me. She told me, and I believe.
Utena... be with me as I perform the ultimate sacrifice.
Inhaling deeply, I thrust the sword into myself, gagging with pain. Pain... Welcoming the pain I have earned. Further and further I push the weapon up to its hilt.
The pain has ceased to be. A numbing sensation envelops me as I struggle to breathe. Suffocate. Drown me in my own. Just let me be with her.
The warmth of my own blood, a sight I had never imagined to see, is now all that I can visualize. Sickeningly, this feels... Satisfying.
"I'm coming..." A hoarse whisper escapes my lips. Releasing the finality of my energy, my body collapses over the crisp red roses.