Pillar
As the life ebbed from his slack body lying in the pool of his own blood in the middle of the warehouse floor, Gokudera stared dazedly at the beams crisscrossing the ceiling, thoughts fluttering in and out of his dying mind. The multiple chest wounds bled sluggishly now, clogged in the once white fabric of his shirt.
Perhaps it would have been possible to save him if only he had been able to make contact, but his phone lay, smashed and useless a few metres to his left, his only connection back to the Vongola, to the Jyuudaime, gone.
Normally he'd struggle to his feet, lurch back to the Jyuudaime's side no matter how hard it was, no matter how much blood he lost, or how much pain it cost, but his body was numb with the many deep wounds inflicted on him, and there was no making it move this time. He'd fought so long and hard, even bleeding, had used the last of his strength to grab a abandoned gun off the floor and with deadly accuracy take down those who were escaping.
They weren't going anywhere.
He would protect the, no, his Jyuudaime at all costs.
The huge pool of blood seeped thickly into his hair as he continued to stare at the ceiling, feeling regret for all the missed opportunities and things left unsaid. How would it have been to experience them? If only he had voiced his hopes - and yet, he knew there had been nothing in it.
Still, it had been a dream come true to serve him as his right hand man.
Even his emotions were drifting away now, numbed by what he knew was his oncoming, and inevitable death. Yet one feeling remained sharp, his loyalty, devotion, and love for his boss.
Gokudera blinked at the ceiling one last time, smiling at the figure he saw in his mind's eye.
And was gone.
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I don't even know where these are going anymore, since I kind of lost direction halfway through writing... or planning? Either.
Even so, this is kind of reflecting my frame of mind... so, I will write the piece I initially planned to write, when I feel better...
Perhaps it would have been possible to save him if only he had been able to make contact, but his phone lay, smashed and useless a few metres to his left, his only connection back to the Vongola, to the Jyuudaime, gone.
Normally he'd struggle to his feet, lurch back to the Jyuudaime's side no matter how hard it was, no matter how much blood he lost, or how much pain it cost, but his body was numb with the many deep wounds inflicted on him, and there was no making it move this time. He'd fought so long and hard, even bleeding, had used the last of his strength to grab a abandoned gun off the floor and with deadly accuracy take down those who were escaping.
They weren't going anywhere.
He would protect the, no, his Jyuudaime at all costs.
The huge pool of blood seeped thickly into his hair as he continued to stare at the ceiling, feeling regret for all the missed opportunities and things left unsaid. How would it have been to experience them? If only he had voiced his hopes - and yet, he knew there had been nothing in it.
Still, it had been a dream come true to serve him as his right hand man.
Even his emotions were drifting away now, numbed by what he knew was his oncoming, and inevitable death. Yet one feeling remained sharp, his loyalty, devotion, and love for his boss.
Gokudera blinked at the ceiling one last time, smiling at the figure he saw in his mind's eye.
And was gone.
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I don't even know where these are going anymore, since I kind of lost direction halfway through writing... or planning? Either.
Even so, this is kind of reflecting my frame of mind... so, I will write the piece I initially planned to write, when I feel better...