Regrets [July 20th, 2014]
A.N: Another death...trying a different approach this time. This is more like a scary way to die, I guess...? Idk, it's just different; it's hard to describe. It's not as much about the death as the effect it causes the other three to experience. It's more like how much you find you can care about a person or miss them when they're gone...wow, that should be a thing.
The four Links bursted through the door. Green shut the door behind them as fast as he could, keeping their pursuers trapped on the other side. The door rumbled as the monsters pounded on it, trying to get in. The four held their breath as the pounding continued. Finally, it died down and they slumped to the ground in relief.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take," Green sighed.
"It'll be just a matter of time before they come back and try again," Vio muttered.
"Well, we're almost to the end of the temple. We should be able to get out of here soon," Green said, trying to be optimistic.
"'Soon?' Would you look at this room- there's no other way out than the way we came!" Blue yelled in frustration.
"Yeah there is!" Red called from the other side of the room. He lifted up a tile from the floor, showing them a hole underneath; a hidden passage.
"Alright! Let's go!" Green cried as he headed toward Red.
Suddenly, loud rapping sounded on the door once again, causing them to turn in alarm. Gnarled hands ripped through the door, tearing splinters away along with the rest of the wood. The boys scrambled backwards, heading for their only chance of escape.
Red fell through the floor first, followed by Blue. Green looked over his shoulder as he rushed toward the hole. He froze when he saw Vio lagging behind. Before he could make any move to help him, the monsters were already closing in on him.
"Vio!" he called out. Vio had fallen to the ground, paralyzed by the horrific sounds of the banshees' screams. He couldn't move, but if Green wouldn't move either, he too would be in the same position he was.
"Get out of here!" he yelled.
Ignoring him, Green took a step toward him. "But-"
"GO!" Vio screamed. "Just go-don't worry about me!" Reluctantly, Green finally obeyed, backing up to the loose tile in the floor. He took one last look behind him, seeing the redeads gathering in a crowd around Vio. Then he disappeared under the floor, the tile sliding back into place.
Safe in the secret room under the floor, Red held the lantern in his hands carefully, making sure the flame didn't flicker. Both he and Blue turned their attention to Green as he entered the darkness. However, there wasn't a fourth figure to join them.
"Where's Vio?" Blue asked shortly after Green entered. Even in the dimly lit space, Green's face was illuminated, showing a look of worry.
"He didn't make it..." he replied flatly.
"What?!" Red and Blue asked together. A scream echoed from above, causing the three to jump. It resounded for a short while, until it was deadly silent. It was so quiet that they could hear the wind blowing outside, which was too quiet for anything to be fine. Green couldn't bear to think of what had happened up there, and he didn't want to know. However, a strange urge brought him to peek up from under the loose tile in the floor.
The room was now deserted, with small clouds of dust rolling on the ground from where the fight had occurred. There was a single figure in the room, which laid near the damaged door. Blood was smeared on the floor everywhere.
As if he was in a trance, Green rose from his spot in the hole to get a closer look at the limp figure on the other side of the room. With every step he took, he got closer and closer. He didn't really want to see what or who the being was, but he couldn't stop walking. He didn't want to admit it, but he was already sure that it was Vio.
He finally came to a stop at the body that laid on the floor. The condition was unbearably depressing. Blood pooled out from a giant wound in his chest. Several scratches and cuts covered his body. His Four Sword laid nearby, scratched with bloody marks also.
He felt himself fall to his knees at the scene of depression. He told himself over and over again that this wasn't real. Vio was too smart to sacrifice himself instead of thinking of something witty first. He could see him already walking up from behind, and when Green turned around, he'd be smiling at him like this was all some sort of prank.
But how could he do that if he was laying in front of him? He didn't make a single move. Not a breath escaped his mouth. This couldn't be happening. It just wasn't something that was imagined possible. Green couldn't stand to say it aloud, but one word ran through his mind repeatedly. /Dead...he's dead./
He didn't bother to turn around when he heard his two remaining teammates walk up from behind. He was too busy trying to convince himself that what he saw wasn't real. Then again, how can you /not/ believe what's sitting right in front of your face?
"It's not real..." he muttered quietly as he felt tears stinging in his eyes. "This...this can't be happening." But it /was/ real and it /did/ happen. He could do nothing but accept the fact that this was all his fault.
As if reading his mind, Blue put a hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault." Things just keep getting better and better.
"Yes, it is," Green mumbled.
"Don't be so hard on yourself," Red said softly. "It isn't."
"Yes, it is," Green repeated harshly. "And you wanna know why?" He turned to face both of them. Tears of anger and regret burned in his eyes. "I'm the leader-the main Link. I'm supposed to look after all of us. I'm supposed to keep us safe from harm...and I failed." His head lowered, his expression now hidden from sight. The words he spoke were the truth, and he never knew the truth could hurt so much.
He called himself selfish. A true leader wouldn't mourn over the death of himself. He would accept the facts and move on. He shouldn't regret dying, but Vio wasn't just a part of him. He was one of his three brothers, one of the few people he could trust and talk to. Now that he was gone, a part of Green wasn't dead just because Vio was. It was because he was his brother.
Of all four of them, Vio was the most mature, so therefore, he was like the big brother of the team. He watched out for the rest of them whenever they were in danger. He could take a hit and keep going. The only thing that kept him from being the leader was his belief that Green was meant to be. Of course, he probably would make a better leader, but the spot was reserved for Green, and he said he was smart enough to see that.
Maybe Green really /was/ selfish. He should've let Vio have the position over him. Maybe he would be dead instead of Vio. He would've done anything to change the result; to stop this from happening. But there was nothing he could do. He felt his face becoming damp with tears. Why did he have to feel so guilty? He was so full of regret, it just might kill him too.
He hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that Red and Blue hadn't dared to speak another word to him. They were completely silent. Should he tell them all of what went through his mind? Or should he tell them /something/ at the least?
"I'm sorry..." Green whispered at last. "I didn't think the day would come...when we'd be here to see one of us...gone forever." Talking in the silence was strange, but he had to get all of this off his chest. "And I never thought I'd be the one..." He let out a shaky sigh. "But now...all I can say is 'I'm sorry'." He was talking to Vio now. It was pointless, but he talked to him anyway. "I'm sorry, Vio...I'm sorry."
He didn't want to make this moment more depressing than what it already was, but talking just made everything worse. Instead of feeling lifted, he felt like he was all the more to blame. What was even worse, was that his failure caused the death of himself-no. He had to stop talking about them like they were exactly like him. His failure caused the death of someone much more important. But even though he wasn't like him exactly, he could feel the part of Vio missing inside his soul.
Each one of his duplicates had something more special than he did. They were all so different, but they all had one thing in common. They were his brothers, and he had never wanted to let any of them go.
But now he had to, whether he wanted or not.
A.N: Dude, I don't know. Help...this is so sad-I didn't think I could do it, but this is so sad. Again, NOT yaoi- there is nothing worse than yaoi...besides my babies dying, of course-but STILL. If my babies really did die, by the way, I think I'd die too. If they really were yaoi...huh, I guess yaoi/is/worse- I would probably die a thousand times over, ripping my hair out strand by strand. So don't worry, I don't do any of that crap. Hope you enjoyed this sad one-shot!