[Drabble] To think, to know.
Title: To think, to know.
Groups/Pairings: Kisumai - Yokoo+Fujigaya+Kitayama (gen)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - There was blood dripping from Yokoo's sword.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Non-graphic mentions of blood and dead bodies (war).
A/N: I should be working on nano, since I am drastically behind (again. X_X) but this random scene has been playing in my head over and over for days now, so I figured I'd jot it down before it left me. 8D;;
There was blood dripping from Yokoo’s sword as he limped into the cathedral, letting the blade drag alongside him as he worked his way up the stairs. Even here there was blood and bodies, the rip in the sky had been devastating. But for now (for as long as he lived, Yokoo hoped) they were safe again.
Following a trail of bodies, Yokoo stepped into the main hall, which seemed to stretch on for a hellish eternity. He began limping his way into the stained building.
As Yokoo neared the alter, Fujigaya whipped around, his eyes wild and untamed, poised protectively over a body. Yokoo knew the man had been pushed to his very limits. He wondered what would have happened if Fujigaya’s control was to break right then, but knew it was best if he never, ever saw it again. “The city is clear, Taisuke.” He didn’t come nearer until Fujigaya wearily lowered his sword.
Carefully stretched out before the alter lay Kitayama, looking as if he’d merely fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.
“He… said he had to go deeper,” Fujigaya said tonelessly, kneeling next to Kitayama, still clutching at his sword. “To protect us. I... I don’t know if I can wake him, Wataru.”
“He’ll return to us,” Yokoo replied, reaching over to wipe his sword cleaning on one of the wall hangings, silently asking for forgiveness to whoever might be listening.
Trying to still his badly shaking hands, Fujigaya closed his eyes in denial, turning away. “I never meant for this to happen, he shouldn’t have gone so far… I… Wataru!” There was anger in his voice. Anger made bitter with despair.
Calmly, ever so calmly, Yokoo made his way over to Fujigaya’s side. It was easy to pretend Kitayama would just wake up and tell them to both shut up - it was entirely possible, though unlikely. But Fujigaya’s hands trembled, and Yokoo carefully took the hilt of Fujigaya’s sword, laying it aside. “He will come back, Taisuke.”
Groups/Pairings: Kisumai - Yokoo+Fujigaya+Kitayama (gen)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - There was blood dripping from Yokoo's sword.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Non-graphic mentions of blood and dead bodies (war).
A/N: I should be working on nano, since I am drastically behind (again. X_X) but this random scene has been playing in my head over and over for days now, so I figured I'd jot it down before it left me. 8D;;
There was blood dripping from Yokoo’s sword as he limped into the cathedral, letting the blade drag alongside him as he worked his way up the stairs. Even here there was blood and bodies, the rip in the sky had been devastating. But for now (for as long as he lived, Yokoo hoped) they were safe again.
Following a trail of bodies, Yokoo stepped into the main hall, which seemed to stretch on for a hellish eternity. He began limping his way into the stained building.
As Yokoo neared the alter, Fujigaya whipped around, his eyes wild and untamed, poised protectively over a body. Yokoo knew the man had been pushed to his very limits. He wondered what would have happened if Fujigaya’s control was to break right then, but knew it was best if he never, ever saw it again. “The city is clear, Taisuke.” He didn’t come nearer until Fujigaya wearily lowered his sword.
Carefully stretched out before the alter lay Kitayama, looking as if he’d merely fallen asleep, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm.
“He… said he had to go deeper,” Fujigaya said tonelessly, kneeling next to Kitayama, still clutching at his sword. “To protect us. I... I don’t know if I can wake him, Wataru.”
“He’ll return to us,” Yokoo replied, reaching over to wipe his sword cleaning on one of the wall hangings, silently asking for forgiveness to whoever might be listening.
Trying to still his badly shaking hands, Fujigaya closed his eyes in denial, turning away. “I never meant for this to happen, he shouldn’t have gone so far… I… Wataru!” There was anger in his voice. Anger made bitter with despair.
Calmly, ever so calmly, Yokoo made his way over to Fujigaya’s side. It was easy to pretend Kitayama would just wake up and tell them to both shut up - it was entirely possible, though unlikely. But Fujigaya’s hands trembled, and Yokoo carefully took the hilt of Fujigaya’s sword, laying it aside. “He will come back, Taisuke.”