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+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,898
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Tsubasa, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 7
Silence
He desperately reached for the pair of pale hands that was sinking fast into the darkness managing to grasp onto one thin emaciated wrist just in time…still it was a losing battle. He couldn’t overcome the immense power that was intent on snatching his hope away. He grimaced and bit back a shout of pain as those fingernails dug into his skin drawing blood as the darkness parted to reveal frantic azure eyes, wild with fear and filled with despair, golden light strands of hair whipped about crazily as the vacuum within pulled and sucked refusing to give up on it’s prey.
“Kuro…” the pale man with golden hair whispered as his eyes widen and mouth opened into a silent scream as darkness closed over him completely and the grip on his wrist loosen as it slipped off.
“FAY!” Kurogane shouted as he jolted awake, his cotton tee stuck onto his sweat soaked skin and he lifted his trembling hand to his face to wipe away the tears that he knew was there. He used to delude himself into thinking that it wasn’t tears, only sweat…until the sorrow was too hard to bear and he had cried himself to sleep. Only then did he accept the fact that he could no longer wake up to see that smiling face beside him, no longer feel his yielding body cocooned by his frame and no longer would he have someone to look forward to coming home to. He is well and truly alone…he is gone.
He wondered if he will ever overcome this grief…they all thought five years had been long enough. He feels it would be a whole life time before the pain fades away…that place still brought him immense pain and the memories always come flooding back as if they only happened yesterday. He could only push himself forward, try to leave the grief behind but the weight of it was always there. It didn’t touch him because he was always moving only when night descends and he is in his bed did that slick dark staff came floating back upon him, winding itself around him…drowning him. He understands that there is no haven for him…he wanted to slide that weight of his shoulders, he is afraid of truly moving on, he fears the moment he forgets about it although he knows he never will.
Maybe if he had been more observant and had moved just that faster things might have ended differently, those ‘what-if’ scenarios ran through his head every now and then but he knows that was their destiny. The witch had proclaimed it right from the start…they could escape to another parallel universe, live another life and love rightfully in the name of love but destiny would not be deceived and they would still have to pay the price.
It is a useless endeavor to try and fix destiny. It was a lesson well learned.
He looks out of the window and gazed at the tree under the starless night. They used to sit under it every weekend…that would be his marker…a reminder of the man he love. The light is still a tiny dot at the end of an infinite tunnel but he will move on and walk forward towards the light...long as the journey may be.
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He desperately reached for the pair of pale hands that was sinking fast into the darkness managing to grasp onto one thin emaciated wrist just in time…still it was a losing battle. He couldn’t overcome the immense power that was intent on snatching his hope away. He grimaced and bit back a shout of pain as those fingernails dug into his skin drawing blood as the darkness parted to reveal frantic azure eyes, wild with fear and filled with despair, golden light strands of hair whipped about crazily as the vacuum within pulled and sucked refusing to give up on it’s prey.
“Kuro…” the pale man with golden hair whispered as his eyes widen and mouth opened into a silent scream as darkness closed over him completely and the grip on his wrist loosen as it slipped off.
“FAY!” Kurogane shouted as he jolted awake, his cotton tee stuck onto his sweat soaked skin and he lifted his trembling hand to his face to wipe away the tears that he knew was there. He used to delude himself into thinking that it wasn’t tears, only sweat…until the sorrow was too hard to bear and he had cried himself to sleep. Only then did he accept the fact that he could no longer wake up to see that smiling face beside him, no longer feel his yielding body cocooned by his frame and no longer would he have someone to look forward to coming home to. He is well and truly alone…he is gone.
He wondered if he will ever overcome this grief…they all thought five years had been long enough. He feels it would be a whole life time before the pain fades away…that place still brought him immense pain and the memories always come flooding back as if they only happened yesterday. He could only push himself forward, try to leave the grief behind but the weight of it was always there. It didn’t touch him because he was always moving only when night descends and he is in his bed did that slick dark staff came floating back upon him, winding itself around him…drowning him. He understands that there is no haven for him…he wanted to slide that weight of his shoulders, he is afraid of truly moving on, he fears the moment he forgets about it although he knows he never will.
Maybe if he had been more observant and had moved just that faster things might have ended differently, those ‘what-if’ scenarios ran through his head every now and then but he knows that was their destiny. The witch had proclaimed it right from the start…they could escape to another parallel universe, live another life and love rightfully in the name of love but destiny would not be deceived and they would still have to pay the price.
It is a useless endeavor to try and fix destiny. It was a lesson well learned.
He looks out of the window and gazed at the tree under the starless night. They used to sit under it every weekend…that would be his marker…a reminder of the man he love. The light is still a tiny dot at the end of an infinite tunnel but he will move on and walk forward towards the light...long as the journey may be.
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