Characters: Saori Kido, Sagittarius Aiolos
Rating: K
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037: Hearing
He and I. We run.
We both run, although I am but a voice which accompanies the rush, desperate already, of this youth.
I know very little about him. I can merely sight the breathless traits of his face. It is petrified into a mask of effort.
I don't know anything about him. I just know his name, for the stars whisper it within my soul, sweetly. Like a lullaby.
It's a desperate rush the one of his. Of ours.
For the sample fact that the night which is witnessing us, fugitives and exiled, this stars lacking night is going straight into its eternal oblivion. Sucked in by light's shadow. His own light.
I can feel the tiredness of this youth. I feel it even though the arms holding me to his chest are strong. Firm.
The arms of a father. Of a brother.
He runs. He has never stopped, not even for a single instant. He has never turned over. He did not say goodbye. He runs. Desperate. Sure. He runs.
So many raging hours of this rush. It's been broken only by fugacious encounters. Some ordinary, unaware souls tried to stop him. I felt they were inimical to him, but only for obedience.
Yet, he had to face them, solitary.
Even then, when he had to fight, he kept on holding me, strongly. He held me so close to his chest, and I listened to the anguished heart of this youth.
It don't stop beating, not yet.
As he don't stop running, not yet.
After all, I am but a voice within his mind, by his side.
I can't but keep on listening to his heart beating. Tightened by his protective arms. And he runs, this youth, even though his shoulders bear the whole, inexorable, burden of the world itself.
In hi arms my light burden.
He runs, despite the wounds.
Despite the careful, sharp cut of the legendary blade, that with sad nonchalance a friendly hand dropped upon him.
He runs, and holds me so tight, I can feel his warmth, the beating of his young heart.
It's beating no more.
