Rating: M-rated
Warnings: Violence, character death
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Row after row of soldiers, were lined up, shields posed in front of their bodies, swords held up in their right hands. Armour covered their entire body, though there were always places that were vulnerable. Places where they needed to move. Places where swords could slip through and kill them with ease. This would be their final stand, the last time they would fend off the enemy. They weren't there, because they wanted to, shaking knees making the armour rattle. Hearts thumped fast inside chests, hidden away by a big breastplate. Archers were in the last line, but they weren't as thrilled for this war to start either. What would protect them once the army had breached through the first line of soldiers?
All this time I've been afraid
Blond hair spilled from under a helmet, carelessly left out, because it didn't matter how recognised him. Beside him the same happened with sleek black hair. The two men stood just a little closer together, their hands reaching out for the other every time a sudden sound swept down the hill. Together they were waiting, waiting for the end. There was no hope left here anymore. They had made their peace with that only a few hours before, making love in a place they surely would be cut. And they were. No one cared anymore, a simple understanding caving everyone's hearts. What was there left to lose? When the cry of monsters passed the hill and slipped down, warning them for the coming army of magic.
Stars are only visible in darkness
As the army came running down the hill, the captain shouted one last encouragement down to his shoulders, but the sound never reached any of them. The cries coming from the monsters were far louder. Readying their swords and shields, they braced for the impact. The first load of arrows came crushing down necks, hitting a few of them in the neck as they rolled down the rest of the hill. It only took out a small portion, the rest still spilling down as a wave of water.
An equal cry moved through them as they started marching as well, because it was time. Time to defend their people, their king. Their newly crowned king who had caused this war in the first place, but as mere soldiers they had nothing to want. The clash was rough and instantly many men fell on each side, falling dead to the ground, so the next could step over their bodies.
The only sound
Is the battle cry
It took a bit longer for the fight to reach both Deidara and Itachi. They patiently waited for the first opponent to crash through. And as the first person broke through, their swords went up and blocked the axe that came down. With ease they fell into a fight, pushing off any attack the other could lay on them. They stayed close to one another, as if they could help this way. As if they could be certain the other would not die. No one would lay a finger on them. Knives were thrown by Itachi, hitting one in the eye and the other in the throat, and Deidara finished them off by sliding his sword right down their abdomen. Organs came spilling out, but they were already moving on.
The next row of beasts came rolling in, soon outnumbering them with many. Soldiers had perished all around them, littering the ground with dead bodies that were trampled by anyone that was still left standing to fight. This army was nowhere fit to protect the castle.
Nobody can save me now
In the fight Itachi and Deidara lost each other somewhere, more enemy soldiers spilling between them and preventing them from getting to each other. They fought as hard as they could, not wanting to die yet. Not wanting to give up yet. It was their future they were fighting for, together. That last time together could not be their last time forever, even if they had said goodbye. Desperation became clearer as they hacked away at the other army, forcing many of the soldiers down on the ground with blood spilling out.
Itachi never saw the big guy coming, it attacking him in the back as it threw off his helmet, leaving his head bare and vulnerable. And Deidara was too far away to help.
It's do or die
Most of their army was now defeated, the few soldiers left standing soon falling victim to the vicious army of magic. Deidara was still fighting his way through the beasts, fear staining his eyes as he saw the big brute stomping towards Itachi. His sword was already knocked out of his hands, his shield smashed to pieces as soon as the hammer had slammed down on it. Deidara cried out for him, told him to run, flee, go somewhere safe. But it was stupid to think it was possible. Itachi looked Deidara's way one last time as the monster let the hammer come crashing down.
Fighting harder Deidara pushed his way through the men that had been fighting him, tried to cut him down. He mortally wounded them as he ran forward, the need to get to Itachi so high now. Maybe if he still got there in time. Just because he was lying on the ground completely still, didn't mean that it was over. It could be solved, he could be saved.
Recklessly Deidara ran on, ignoring the swords around him trying to stop him from moving. It was not hard for them to miss now that Deidara was no longer fighting back. Before he even hit the ground, Deidara was already dead, landing right beside Itachi, their hands falling together as a final goodbye.
Nobody can save me now