A Spark of Hope through a Sorrowful Death
Chapter 3: The Golden Haired Angel
She froze. The dagger slipped out of her grasp and fell, clattering across the floor. "Who?...Who's there?" she asked, as she turned her head around, glancing toward the window.
No sooner had she looked a form started to fade into the room. The glowing figure had hair like that of the finest spun gold which framed his pale face, bringing out the midnight-blue pools that were his eyes. She gasped in shock and turned away. "Have the Gods sent me an angel?...I'm not worthy of anything near that...Maybe I'm just hallucinating from the blood loss..." Her head had been starting to feel fuzzy, like a thick, damp fog was spreading itself out inside her head.
Nakago actually smiled as he bent down next to her. She thinks I'm an angel?...Far from it...
He was about to tell her who he truly was when he notice the faded look in her eyes. Looking down he saw the steady drip of blood onto the floor beneath her.
Memories flashed through his head at the sight of it. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and gritted his teeth. Then, realizing the girl was fading fast, snapped his eyes open and tried getting to her.
"Ano...ano....," he tried poking her, she nearly fell out of the chair. He was surprised. Not only had he been able to touch her, but he wasn't exactly weak either.
He started shaking her shoulders. No reponse.
He looked around the room. He needed something to staunch the blood flow. It was very rare that someone would actually die from wounds like this, but if they were left open and untreated long enough, they certainly weren't unheard of.
Ayuru hoped she wouldn't mind as he went over to her bed and started ripping apart the end of one of the sheets. He'd use some of his cloak but he could tell it didn't work that way. His clothes really didn't exist anymore, kind-of like him. He grimaced at that thought, but did not allow it to delay him in the task he had set forth to do.
He wiped some of the blood off of one of the wounds, and then began to bond it tightly together with a stip of the sheet. He did the same with the other wrist and could only hope that she hadn't sliced through any tendons or legiments.
A couple of minutes later he saw her blink her eyes and then shake her head, most likely to clear it from the grogginess of her recent bout of unconsciousness.
When the room swam back into focus she realized the heavenly figure was now in a half kneel, half crouch poisition next to her, a lot closer than he was before. She nearly fell off the chair in an attempt to move away from him. The movement sent a stab of pain through her head. Good job, Myou. First you fail at attempting suicide, only giving yourself a headache, and now you almost fall out of the chair.
"Listen..." she began, clutching the side of her head as she grimanced. Ow..Talking hurts. "Listen, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't know why you're trying to help me, I'm useless. You should go help someone else who actually deserves it."
Nakago, now standing, was taken back so much that he actually took a step backward. "What? You can't be serious...Why wouldn't I want to help you?" Actually, why would I want to help her?...This isn't very much like me...Then again.. He looked down at his translucent hand. I'm not exactly myself anymore...I'll never be who I was again.
Myou Karakousei shook her head. Oww..Bad move...Now it hurts even more. "Look," she said, looking at him as she attempted to stand, ignoring the daggers of pain shooting through her head. "I. Am. Useless." She opened her arms in a pleading gesture, the patches of scarlet standing out brightly on the crisp white of the make-shift bandages. "What good am I for? No one believes what I say and I'm totally alone where I stand right now. Things can only get worse, I've already given up on the possibility of them getting better." She dropped her hands to her sides. "There's just no more point!" She fell down into her chair, tearing her gaze away from him. "There's no purpose in you being here! You can't erase my past and my future is hopeless! Just let me die!" She could feel the tears building in her eyes. Tears of anger, and sorrow. "Please," she whispered, a single tear escaping from her eye and slowly slipping down her cheek. "I don't want to do this any longer."
Nakago sighed and looked at her, the pity he felt clearly reflected in his eyes. She quickly glanced at him through the corner of her eyes and noticed with shock the expression on his face. It seemed more human than angelic. In fact, his atire was more of a military general than an angel. She shook her head. It's the blood...It's gotta be the blood. It was then that she noticed her wrists her tightly bound. Her jaw dropped when she looked at them. The bleeding had clearly stopped. She would've twitched if she had the energy, but that seemed to have slowly leaked out of her as the blood had.
She sighed. She realized she had lost. She couldn't even take her own life. She tried to think that maybe it was for the best, but the idea kept escaping from her grasp like a flower petal whisked away by the breeze.
"Okay," she said, as she turned to face him. "If you really want to help me, then I guess I have no choice. So..Now what?"
Now what? He thought it the same time she said it. That's a good question.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I'll write more soon! I kind-of strayed from my original plans a bit, so I have to think about the next part...Well, C'ya! And don't forget to read and review!!
NEXT CHAPTER!!
Ayuru and Myou stared at each other, one sitting, one standing. His glow had faded a bit, and he seemed almost solid. Almost. She could still see the window through him, but barely. Before he knows what he's doing, he's explaining to her who he is and how exactly he got there, and she catches quite a few similarities along the way. Could he finally be the one to understand?
Chapter 4: Understandment Dawns a New Friendship (I really have to work on these chapter titles...*sweatdrop*)
Chapter 3: The Golden Haired Angel
She froze. The dagger slipped out of her grasp and fell, clattering across the floor. "Who?...Who's there?" she asked, as she turned her head around, glancing toward the window.
No sooner had she looked a form started to fade into the room. The glowing figure had hair like that of the finest spun gold which framed his pale face, bringing out the midnight-blue pools that were his eyes. She gasped in shock and turned away. "Have the Gods sent me an angel?...I'm not worthy of anything near that...Maybe I'm just hallucinating from the blood loss..." Her head had been starting to feel fuzzy, like a thick, damp fog was spreading itself out inside her head.
Nakago actually smiled as he bent down next to her. She thinks I'm an angel?...Far from it...
He was about to tell her who he truly was when he notice the faded look in her eyes. Looking down he saw the steady drip of blood onto the floor beneath her.
Memories flashed through his head at the sight of it. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and gritted his teeth. Then, realizing the girl was fading fast, snapped his eyes open and tried getting to her.
"Ano...ano....," he tried poking her, she nearly fell out of the chair. He was surprised. Not only had he been able to touch her, but he wasn't exactly weak either.
He started shaking her shoulders. No reponse.
He looked around the room. He needed something to staunch the blood flow. It was very rare that someone would actually die from wounds like this, but if they were left open and untreated long enough, they certainly weren't unheard of.
Ayuru hoped she wouldn't mind as he went over to her bed and started ripping apart the end of one of the sheets. He'd use some of his cloak but he could tell it didn't work that way. His clothes really didn't exist anymore, kind-of like him. He grimaced at that thought, but did not allow it to delay him in the task he had set forth to do.
He wiped some of the blood off of one of the wounds, and then began to bond it tightly together with a stip of the sheet. He did the same with the other wrist and could only hope that she hadn't sliced through any tendons or legiments.
A couple of minutes later he saw her blink her eyes and then shake her head, most likely to clear it from the grogginess of her recent bout of unconsciousness.
When the room swam back into focus she realized the heavenly figure was now in a half kneel, half crouch poisition next to her, a lot closer than he was before. She nearly fell off the chair in an attempt to move away from him. The movement sent a stab of pain through her head. Good job, Myou. First you fail at attempting suicide, only giving yourself a headache, and now you almost fall out of the chair.
"Listen..." she began, clutching the side of her head as she grimanced. Ow..Talking hurts. "Listen, I think you've got the wrong person. I don't know why you're trying to help me, I'm useless. You should go help someone else who actually deserves it."
Nakago, now standing, was taken back so much that he actually took a step backward. "What? You can't be serious...Why wouldn't I want to help you?" Actually, why would I want to help her?...This isn't very much like me...Then again.. He looked down at his translucent hand. I'm not exactly myself anymore...I'll never be who I was again.
Myou Karakousei shook her head. Oww..Bad move...Now it hurts even more. "Look," she said, looking at him as she attempted to stand, ignoring the daggers of pain shooting through her head. "I. Am. Useless." She opened her arms in a pleading gesture, the patches of scarlet standing out brightly on the crisp white of the make-shift bandages. "What good am I for? No one believes what I say and I'm totally alone where I stand right now. Things can only get worse, I've already given up on the possibility of them getting better." She dropped her hands to her sides. "There's just no more point!" She fell down into her chair, tearing her gaze away from him. "There's no purpose in you being here! You can't erase my past and my future is hopeless! Just let me die!" She could feel the tears building in her eyes. Tears of anger, and sorrow. "Please," she whispered, a single tear escaping from her eye and slowly slipping down her cheek. "I don't want to do this any longer."
Nakago sighed and looked at her, the pity he felt clearly reflected in his eyes. She quickly glanced at him through the corner of her eyes and noticed with shock the expression on his face. It seemed more human than angelic. In fact, his atire was more of a military general than an angel. She shook her head. It's the blood...It's gotta be the blood. It was then that she noticed her wrists her tightly bound. Her jaw dropped when she looked at them. The bleeding had clearly stopped. She would've twitched if she had the energy, but that seemed to have slowly leaked out of her as the blood had.
She sighed. She realized she had lost. She couldn't even take her own life. She tried to think that maybe it was for the best, but the idea kept escaping from her grasp like a flower petal whisked away by the breeze.
"Okay," she said, as she turned to face him. "If you really want to help me, then I guess I have no choice. So..Now what?"
Now what? He thought it the same time she said it. That's a good question.
***
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! I'll write more soon! I kind-of strayed from my original plans a bit, so I have to think about the next part...Well, C'ya! And don't forget to read and review!!
NEXT CHAPTER!!
Ayuru and Myou stared at each other, one sitting, one standing. His glow had faded a bit, and he seemed almost solid. Almost. She could still see the window through him, but barely. Before he knows what he's doing, he's explaining to her who he is and how exactly he got there, and she catches quite a few similarities along the way. Could he finally be the one to understand?
Chapter 4: Understandment Dawns a New Friendship (I really have to work on these chapter titles...*sweatdrop*)