[ drabble ] the everlasting guilty crown (rei/sakura)
Title: The Everlasting Guilty Crown
Fandom: Code:Breaker
Pairing: Ogami Rei/Sakurakouji Sakura
Theme: Prayer
Rating: T
Words: 500
Warnings: None.
the everlasting guilty crown
this is how my heart breaks.
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“You had to have it all,” she whispers, facing him with her arms outstretched, crucified in the depths of his eyes. There’s a halo of cerise magic hovering just above her head-she’s the Rare Kind, an angel sent from heaven to take as well as support life. “But have you had enough?”
His evil, evil, evil eyes fall upon her-so, so cold-as cold as the ice clinging to his left arm, the frost billowing through the air around his entire body. The last shreds of light are fading from his eyes, the demons cackling from where they stand beside him, around him-their presence nibbles away at the protective shield she’s created to defend her friends, Rei’s friends, their commonplace. She knows it’s his pride controlling him, that the challenge of defeating her heavenly abilities has a stronger hold over his mind than the love he holds for both her, as well as the others.
She knows he’s still in there, that he can see her sacrificing herself for the others-“I’ll never betray you, I’ll never become evil in my entire life.”-that he can feel the strength of her feelings reaching out for him. She closes her eyes tight against the pain ripping at her chest, struggling to hold the seams together as she faces him-directly, fearlessly, undauntedly.
Her tears fall, regardless of her wishes: “You’re tearing me apart,” she murmurs, her power holding onto her heart in her arms’ place, “you’re breaking my heart.”
His eyes narrow, but there’s a flicker of Rei back in them, and as she reaches for it, it’s gone once more, vanished from her sight as if it hadn’t been there at all. With no other choice left, she flings herself into him, taking his face in her hands, and kissing his lips, heedless of the danger to herself-though she knows her Rare Kind power is strong enough to ward off his demonic flames-his touch is icy against her lower back, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss her back, allowing himself the very thing he’s so willing to sacrifice.
He can’t sacrifice this.
He can’t lose her.
He doesn’t want to lose her.
“I want to keep you, Sakurakouji-san,” he murmurs against her lips, falling silent only when her lips push against his insistently, and speaking again when they part for air, “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Then stop this,” she replies, losing her voice when he touches his lips to her temple, his words lost to her hair. “I don’t want to lose you either, Ogami.”
Something thrums inside him, sweeping through his entire being, taming his pride, arrogance, dissolving his flames-Sakura’s Rare Kind abilities beam from deep inside her place in his heart, enveloping him from the inside. Her strawberry-cerise locks blow about her face as she gazes at him, her hand cupping his face.
“It’s not too late.”
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end.