Disclaimer- hey, hey, hey, guess what? ...none of the characters are mine! the plot kinda is tho... sorry about the slow update- the chaper was all done on Saturday, but I needed to wait for something to arrive in the mail so I could transfer it from my laptop. Sorry again!!
Tsukasa- eh...I don't think that I would do this in reality...
Sirine- Oh, hush. It's my story, and I like it! So there!
Subaru- ... ... ...
Italic- Tsukasa whispering
CHAPTER THREE-BROKEN
Subaru crept slowly into the ruined front hall of the Church of Twilight, carefully picking her way around the fallen rubble and debris from the ceiling, looking for Tsukasa. Her mind began to panic when she saw that he was not sitting on the stone altar where he was last time. She made her way up to it and brushed a finger gingerly across its cold surface, drawing the character for 'lost' in the heavy dust.
She sighed. "...Tsukasa, where did you go?" she asked the empty air sadly.
A sudden breeze from somewhere tore through the sanctuary then and tossed the dust into the wind, erasing what she had written. Looking up, her eyes reached the stained glass window that was on the wall behind the altar. It had always been very beautiful... Subaru gasped when she saw what had been done.
The window was broken, its swirling and continuous pattern now interrupted by great expanses of empty space where the glass was gone and where there were many cracks through its frame. Only then did Subaru notice the shards on the floor behind the altar. She moved around it to take a closer look.
"Oh, Tsukasa!!"
He lay on the ground behind the altar, his body curled in a fetal position, shivering from the cold and muttering to himself.
I am here...
Subaru ran to him and fell to her knees to help him. She gently lifted him so he was sitting up, leaning against the altar's base.
"Oh, Tsukasa, what happened??"
Alone again...
His eyes were glassy, staring at nothingness, and one of his hands repeatedly drew a delicate line down his forearm with a shard of the broken window. Not hard enough to break skin, mind you, but enough to make Subaru worry. She put her hand on his wrist and moved to take the glass from him. What had happened to do this to him??
In this sweet...
Tsukasa's grip on the glass shard tightened and a long line of blood grew around it. Subaru gasped.
He blinked and stared at her, recognition on his face, then reached out with his good hand and gripped her shoulder. "Why?" he asked simply, his voice hoarse.
She shook her head, not understanding. "I...I...why what....?"
Tsukasa dropped the glass and raised his hand up to his face, staring at it in a kind of twisted intensity. "...why do only I hurt??"
Subaru's eyes filled with tears and she pulled Tsukasa into a hug, whispering, "You are not the only one, Tsukasa!" She pulled away and looked into his face for some sign that he had heard her, but there was none. His eyes stared at nothing again. "...we all hurt because of this..." she gave up. He could not hear her speaking. Where had her Tsukasa gone to?
...Insanity...?
She slumped over, dispair washing over her in waves. He was dead and buried, she decided. Gone to somewhere where he was free from all this pain that he was going through. "Please, Tsukasa," she begged, looking up into his face. "Don't go where I cannot follow you anymore..." She kept watching him for some sign of life as twin streams of silver tears ran down her fair face.
Three hours later, Ginkhan walked in to find her still there, watching the emancated Tsukasa with a look of hope on her face.
So, how is it? I was thinking of ending it here, but should I keep it up?
Tsukasa- eh...I don't think that I would do this in reality...
Sirine- Oh, hush. It's my story, and I like it! So there!
Subaru- ... ... ...
Italic- Tsukasa whispering
CHAPTER THREE-BROKEN
Subaru crept slowly into the ruined front hall of the Church of Twilight, carefully picking her way around the fallen rubble and debris from the ceiling, looking for Tsukasa. Her mind began to panic when she saw that he was not sitting on the stone altar where he was last time. She made her way up to it and brushed a finger gingerly across its cold surface, drawing the character for 'lost' in the heavy dust.
She sighed. "...Tsukasa, where did you go?" she asked the empty air sadly.
A sudden breeze from somewhere tore through the sanctuary then and tossed the dust into the wind, erasing what she had written. Looking up, her eyes reached the stained glass window that was on the wall behind the altar. It had always been very beautiful... Subaru gasped when she saw what had been done.
The window was broken, its swirling and continuous pattern now interrupted by great expanses of empty space where the glass was gone and where there were many cracks through its frame. Only then did Subaru notice the shards on the floor behind the altar. She moved around it to take a closer look.
"Oh, Tsukasa!!"
He lay on the ground behind the altar, his body curled in a fetal position, shivering from the cold and muttering to himself.
I am here...
Subaru ran to him and fell to her knees to help him. She gently lifted him so he was sitting up, leaning against the altar's base.
"Oh, Tsukasa, what happened??"
Alone again...
His eyes were glassy, staring at nothingness, and one of his hands repeatedly drew a delicate line down his forearm with a shard of the broken window. Not hard enough to break skin, mind you, but enough to make Subaru worry. She put her hand on his wrist and moved to take the glass from him. What had happened to do this to him??
In this sweet...
Tsukasa's grip on the glass shard tightened and a long line of blood grew around it. Subaru gasped.
He blinked and stared at her, recognition on his face, then reached out with his good hand and gripped her shoulder. "Why?" he asked simply, his voice hoarse.
She shook her head, not understanding. "I...I...why what....?"
Tsukasa dropped the glass and raised his hand up to his face, staring at it in a kind of twisted intensity. "...why do only I hurt??"
Subaru's eyes filled with tears and she pulled Tsukasa into a hug, whispering, "You are not the only one, Tsukasa!" She pulled away and looked into his face for some sign that he had heard her, but there was none. His eyes stared at nothing again. "...we all hurt because of this..." she gave up. He could not hear her speaking. Where had her Tsukasa gone to?
...Insanity...?
She slumped over, dispair washing over her in waves. He was dead and buried, she decided. Gone to somewhere where he was free from all this pain that he was going through. "Please, Tsukasa," she begged, looking up into his face. "Don't go where I cannot follow you anymore..." She kept watching him for some sign of life as twin streams of silver tears ran down her fair face.
Three hours later, Ginkhan walked in to find her still there, watching the emancated Tsukasa with a look of hope on her face.
So, how is it? I was thinking of ending it here, but should I keep it up?