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Broken Shadows
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The boy watched dispassionately as the blood soaked the ground around him. It wasn't like it mattered. He wouldn't need blood where he was going.
He hadn't thought that it would end this way. Alone, lying in a field, enemy leaving him there, on the ground. And just one enemy. He had thought that it would have taken more to bring him down. Not just one.
He supposed he would finally be at peace. Never would he have to see them again. Except for the ferry girl. He would see her one last time. One more, fatal, time.
But then, did he really not want to see them again? Faces flashed before his eyes. No, that was silly. He didn't have time for friends.
Friends? When did he start thinking of them as friends? Were they his friends? No. He had never had any friends. It had been better that way. No one to get emotionally attached to. He pushed away his doubts.
No. They weren't his friends. If they had been his friends they would be here now. Would not have abandoned him.
Had they abandoned him? Or had he them?
Abandoned? No. There was nothing to abandon. There were no special ties between them. They had gone on missions together before, but then he had been ordered to. They were just . . . He didn't know.
Did it always take so long to die? He wondered. Did Death bring thoughts like these to everyone?
It wouldn't matter, though, how long it took him to die. It wasn't like he could feel the pain. And even if he could, he would never admit it.
A chuckle rose unbidden from him. He choked and coughed blood. Admit it? Admit it to whom? No one was here. And they would never come here either. They wouldn't care that he was about to end. They, too, would probably die soon, with all the trouble they got into. Not that he cared.
Something strange welled up inside him. He did care?! Yes . . . he did care. Since when did he care? Oh well, no time to question it now. No time to do anything now.
He hoped that they lived long lives. Hoped they would be alright.
Yes that was what he wanted.
He wanted them to be happy.
Everything around him was dimming. Black swirled at the edge of his thoughts. He would never be able to tell them how he truly felt. Never be able to tell them that he did care. That he wasn't emotionless.
He was engulfed in darkness now. He couldn't see a thing. That was strange. He thought he heard the crunching of grass. Like someone was walking toward him. It stopped abruptly, then quickened.
"HIEI!"
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Skye: Hello. It's me. Ruby isn't here right now. She's crying. It was HER idea not mine! Well, anyway, I hope you liked this. I might turn it into a series, rather than a one-shot. What do you think?
Broken Shadows
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The boy watched dispassionately as the blood soaked the ground around him. It wasn't like it mattered. He wouldn't need blood where he was going.
He hadn't thought that it would end this way. Alone, lying in a field, enemy leaving him there, on the ground. And just one enemy. He had thought that it would have taken more to bring him down. Not just one.
He supposed he would finally be at peace. Never would he have to see them again. Except for the ferry girl. He would see her one last time. One more, fatal, time.
But then, did he really not want to see them again? Faces flashed before his eyes. No, that was silly. He didn't have time for friends.
Friends? When did he start thinking of them as friends? Were they his friends? No. He had never had any friends. It had been better that way. No one to get emotionally attached to. He pushed away his doubts.
No. They weren't his friends. If they had been his friends they would be here now. Would not have abandoned him.
Had they abandoned him? Or had he them?
Abandoned? No. There was nothing to abandon. There were no special ties between them. They had gone on missions together before, but then he had been ordered to. They were just . . . He didn't know.
Did it always take so long to die? He wondered. Did Death bring thoughts like these to everyone?
It wouldn't matter, though, how long it took him to die. It wasn't like he could feel the pain. And even if he could, he would never admit it.
A chuckle rose unbidden from him. He choked and coughed blood. Admit it? Admit it to whom? No one was here. And they would never come here either. They wouldn't care that he was about to end. They, too, would probably die soon, with all the trouble they got into. Not that he cared.
Something strange welled up inside him. He did care?! Yes . . . he did care. Since when did he care? Oh well, no time to question it now. No time to do anything now.
He hoped that they lived long lives. Hoped they would be alright.
Yes that was what he wanted.
He wanted them to be happy.
Everything around him was dimming. Black swirled at the edge of his thoughts. He would never be able to tell them how he truly felt. Never be able to tell them that he did care. That he wasn't emotionless.
He was engulfed in darkness now. He couldn't see a thing. That was strange. He thought he heard the crunching of grass. Like someone was walking toward him. It stopped abruptly, then quickened.
"HIEI!"
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Skye: Hello. It's me. Ruby isn't here right now. She's crying. It was HER idea not mine! Well, anyway, I hope you liked this. I might turn it into a series, rather than a one-shot. What do you think?