Post by Shura on Aug 8, 2015 16:03:28 GMT -5
She knew she had lost.
Fat droplets of blood soaked what remained of her Shihakusho. It stained the pure white cloth, poured out of her open wounds and covered her skin. She could taste it in her mouth as well. If only she could actually see what had happened to her, perhaps Seryu would be more concerned for herself. Barely able to see, deaf on one ear, her left arm and several ribs broken, the woman carried her aching body through the Dangai and what usually took her a few minutes, suddenly seemed almost impossible to survive. Her sword had become a burden to her, she could hardly drag it along. At some point, it felt so heavy that Seryu felt the urge to just drop it and leave it behind, whilst knowing that it was all she had and everything she needed.
She knew she had lost, but she did not regret her decision. Not even for a moment.
Slaying the witch had been her top priority for a long time now and Lyvalaea had simply gotten into the way. It wasn’t her ruthless decision that made her realize that she had lost. It wasn’t the lack of regret or guilt that did so. It was simply, and unsurprisingly the fact that Nagisa was, after everything, still alive, still walking, still fighting back. The traitor to the Soul Society still represented the same threat to mankind as she always did and all of Seryu’s efforts had been in vain.
Knowing that hurt more than the hundreds of wounds covering her rotting body.
For once in a lifetime, Seryu couldn’t exactly tell whether she had failed or not. She thought about it a lot as she was making her way through the endless Dangai, but even after arriving in Karakura Town after nearly two hours, she couldn’t seem to find the answers to her question.
If only there was someone who knew.
If only there was someone who could tell her where she had gone wrong.
Her body lifelessly fell onto its knees. Nighttime had fallen upon Japan, the streets were empty and Seryu could feel the cold asphalt underneath her weakening limbs. She dropped her sword and closed the sore eyes, listening to the sound of the night. Too weak to heal herself, too weak to even maintain some sort of life-sustaining measures, Seryu could feel how her body was slowly falling into ruins. Bones crumbling like the walls she’d built around her heart to prevent all of this from ever happening.
This is it, Asura, she whispered softly into the night. A weak smile spread across her maltreated face.
I’m dying. I’m finally dying, and I’m taking the two most important people in my life with me, her voice was drunk on grief, trembling like a leaf as the tears streamed down her face.
And what for? So I could admit to my own weakness? So I could understand how much I depend on others? How I need them to save me? Sadness overwhelmed her, she buried her face in the dirty palms of her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
Do they all have to die so I could learn how to be humble? As it dawned on her, Seryu would violently shake her head.
If this is the price I have to pay, I don’t want it! I don’t need it if there is no one left I could protect with it! Take it back! Take it back!!! Her screams grew louder, but Asura remained silent.
And they both knew that neither of them could turn back time.
________________
600 W O R D S
12 P O S T GP
12 T O T A L GP