A Munto Fanfiction: Dream's End © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt-Comfort, and Tragedy
Summary: The skies cloaked in a veil of everlasting darkness; there was no hope now—in their future, in himself. Those eyes he so adored forever ceased to daydream.


A/N: Please read Bebe's Hanging Butterflies, and Fowlfan's Broken Crystal for similar subject matter; or chapter eight of From Dawn Until Dusk for a happier ending.


Songs: Fear Of The Unknown And The Blazing Sun by: Colin Stetson; Tempus Vernum by: Enya; Jillian by: Within Temptation; The Autumn Effect by: 10 Years


Japanese Index:
None.


"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks


One-Shot: Dream's End

Pain flashed white before his eyes, reflected from hers, unto the point where it took the last of his strength. The gold pillar, which connected both worlds together, snapped. He coiled, 'whoosh' echoed in his pointed ears, and hit the soil—expectant of divulged entrails under his clenched fist.

A breathing pulse, one, two—gasp—then creak upon shaken knees, gravel skidding beneath his boots, and pounce, wind soaring—to her side.

Oh, God.

It was a difficult sight to bear: The crystal Gntarl set gouged her stomach and limbs to a mangled crucifixion, while the cracks seeped red-iron lighting. Munto was petrified in her wake, thinking her dead. Jerky in movement, he raised her head with utmost care.

"Yumemi, Yumemi, listen to me—listen to me." Golden locks were brushed aside to view tightly knit lashes. Again, her spirit was fading, and he desperately gripped onto that lifeline. "You are going to be all right. Just keep focused on my voice."

He needed to think fast. If he used his magic to remove the impairment, she—

Weeping emerald parted.

"It hur-ts," the plea heaved from her dribbling mouth. "M-my legs. I c-n't fe-eel—."

Bullion flickered below and his gut sank. Her right tibia stuck at an odd angle, while her left knee shown shattered and bone white. She attempted to move useless limbs, to watch her pierced abdomen fill with a sorrow, and let each sob out generously, one by one.

"I know. I know, darling," He lead her gaze to his and pet for comfort, "We will get through this together. Both the Heavens and Earth will—!"

She was now deathly pale, and the sound emitted from her lungs was morbidly familiar: she was drowning in her own fluids. How long would she last without proper care? Two minutes? Five? Ten, most.

It frustrated him so, for with her organic makeup was useless against his Akuto magic. With all the power of Heaven and Outsider alike, he could not do a damn thing to aid his one most precious.

"'m 'orr-hy, I…"

"You will not be apologizing, do you hear me?" It was easier to order. Firm. He could do that. "This is not your fault…!"

Her focus was elsewhere, behind toward her friends, and back at him with a strained smile and faith.

"I am not giving up on you." The king fumbled on words, knowing that look, and strived to overcome his driving panic. "We are not finished yet! Yumemi…!"

Silence.

He was not finished…!

Supporting her limp nape, red sparks ran through fingertips; he attempted to kick-start the muscle, as a defibrillator do, unto the point where there was a crack in her ribs.

"No, no, not yet. What about those shirts you promised them to buy together? Bridging the truth with your family?" Hissing into her ear, she lurched lifelessly onto his shoulder; air gagged at her throat with no intake. "What about our future—? Come now, Yumemi. Come on."

Gradually, his efforts stopped; gaping at his chest, he could feel the slow tear of their bond. How accustom he had become for her echoed heartbeat. Void. He felt too exposed, like his skin had sloshed off.

She was gone.

And like too many times before, another was lost.

Munto looked up and sighed heavy in defeat. The skies cloaked in a veil of everlasting darkness; there was no hope now—in their future, in himself. Those eyes he so adored forever ceased to daydream. He had failed, and would be crushed upon that bitter defeat.

Gently, he waned her sights closed, wiping the remnant moister, and kissed her brow; perhaps whispered a confession there, and drifted down to numb footing.

A pillar from his home overhead collided in the distance. Their end had begun.


A/N: I've had this one-shot in my drafts for four years, but am never happy with the progress to my original ending. Perhaps I'll extend it, but perhaps I'll not. We'll see.
Cover: fav . me/ daaoz1h

—Ari [7.24.18]


Prior comments from the July 24, 2018 upload:

Taliatales - Jul 30, 2018
It's so beautiful ... what a pleasure to see you again write ... I know you're busy with your work today, but your writings have missed me terribly! Munto is my favorite anime, and few writers write fiction on it. I look at all drawings on deviantart, and I love your drawings too ! But your writings have missed me even more, because you are one of the only ones, who writes one shot so touching ... I hope you will make many more others ! Anyway thank you for this new gem ... so sad but so moving...

Autunno - Jul 30, 2018
Sorry it took me so long to review but... I have no words. Seriously. It's sad and bitter and when you told me you put out another one-shot, you did not disappoint. Its somber in its detail of death and most of all heartbreaking. If you chose to extend it, I highly doubt you could do it wrong, but if not, that's okay because its perfect the way it is. It leaves questions open about whats going to happen next despite the fact we already do. I think its more the depressing details of how it all will end that has me questioning.
For this entire scene, all I could think of was two sayings: "don't pity the dead, pity the living" and "save the living, the dead don't need it". Maybe some good inspiration for extending it or another glorious piece? I think you just motivated me for another piece.