A/N: Hey guys... *peeks in* Sorry for the delay... I meant to update over last week but I volunteered to work... and I was not feeling well until a couple days ago so yeah... Anyway, this one is short, I'm better now and I'm going to try and get back into the updating swing of things again!
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They are quiet, but for Takeru's quiet sobs and the creaks of Ofanimon's broken limbs and shifting face movements. Then, Koushiro looks back at his laptop screen and types, his expression thoughtful and scared. "The prophecy… we're fulfilling it…" He stops and looks at Takeru. "Takeru-kun, what propelled you to speak to her?"
Takeru shrugs, pulling himself away from Sora's grasp. "I just… I wanted… I wanted to know what she wanted to do… if she wanted to be with that guy or anything. I didn't think she did, I wanted to believe she did because… all she talked about forever… was us. I wanted to know if she still thought that way…."
I just wanted to hope she still loved us all.
Takeru is too young, too distraught, to put that to words but he doesn't really need to.
"When the angel of light is tempered by the spirit of rekindled hope," Koushiro murmurs. Then he looks up. "Well, she's certainly fighting him… but nothing is happening." The girl is weaving, dodging large claws and strikes and lasers, one of which singes her hair and she laughs.
"Koushiro," his mother says, her voice so quiet Sora can't help but think of a baby bird. "Can we take a look?"
Koushiro flushes and steps back, letting them look. They are all a little high-strung and Sora waits to ask why when there's still fire blooming in the air from each scythe slash… fire… Hikari is creating fire…
"Oh…" Mimi says, and they all look at her. Her eyes are wide and she is putting her hand over her mouth. But there is realization there and for a moment, the other only looks back, frightened. "Hikari-chan has to attack us. That's the end of the prophecy."