they can leave together, yes. that's the only thing that makes sense. kashuu slowly unsheathes the blade, and staggers forward. one step, two steps. and then chokes. tears start to pour down his face, but - it's color. neon, and varied, streaking down his face and staining his coat.
he makes his way to yasusada, and twirls his blade in his hand.
[As soon as Kashuu moves towards him, Yasusada knows something is wrong.
It's not that Kashuu's drawn his blade. It's not that his steps are unsteady--it's not even the vibrant colors streaming down his cheeks, as unnatural as they are to perceive.
Yasusada couldn't pinpoint what, exactly, is wrong, even if he'd been of the mind to try. All he knows is that every instinct forged into him is screaming danger. Corruption.Run.
Run?
No. He could never do that to Kashuu.
He knows all too well what it feels like to be the one left behind.]
Kiyomitsu...?
[Kashuu's approaching him, and Yasusada's torn between the urge to run in two completely different directions. He wants to launch himself forward, to wrap his arms around Kashuu and pull them both out of this horrible place. He wants to scramble backwards, away--to sink into his natural state and find some way, any way, to cross blades with his partner. To speak to him in the truest sense. And it's the indecision, in the end, that keeps him frozen, just a little too long.
He shifts. He's still reaching. He opens his mouth.
And Kashuu's always been faster than he is.
And it hurts, he's sure; some part of him must know that. He'll realize it, perhaps, in the moments before it all goes dark. But first--first, he sees Kashuu turn his blade on himself, and... well.
I'd said it earlier, didn't I? In the end, his world is always, always his family.
He'd scream, but--well. That's not really an option anymore, now is it?]
[kashuu drops. gasps, horribly, agonized, as multicolored, neon blood leaks from his wound. he hits the floor, and yasusada hears the sound of a blade spiderwebbing cracks through the steel.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. yasusada's comrades. his family? but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. he's broken, and they're gone. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this is nicer. this is better. the people he loves, just once more.
the sword in kashuu's gut cracks, and shatters entirely. the force of it sends shrapnel at yasusada - embeds in his skin. kashuu shrieks, closed mouthed and writhing, and then goes limp entirely. his body vanishes.
yasusada is left alone, slowly bleeding out, until the darkness takes him.]
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they can leave together, yes. that's the only thing that makes sense. kashuu slowly unsheathes the blade, and staggers forward. one step, two steps. and then chokes. tears start to pour down his face, but - it's color. neon, and varied, streaking down his face and staining his coat.
he makes his way to yasusada, and twirls his blade in his hand.
they can leave together.
kashuu slices forward - cuts yasusada's throat. ear to ear, deep.
and then he twirls the blade again and stabs it through his own stomach.]
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It's not that Kashuu's drawn his blade. It's not that his steps are unsteady--it's not even the vibrant colors streaming down his cheeks, as unnatural as they are to perceive.
Yasusada couldn't pinpoint what, exactly, is wrong, even if he'd been of the mind to try. All he knows is that every instinct forged into him is screaming danger. Corruption. Run.
Run?
No. He could never do that to Kashuu.
He knows all too well what it feels like to be the one left behind.]
Kiyomitsu...?
[Kashuu's approaching him, and Yasusada's torn between the urge to run in two completely different directions. He wants to launch himself forward, to wrap his arms around Kashuu and pull them both out of this horrible place. He wants to scramble backwards, away--to sink into his natural state and find some way, any way, to cross blades with his partner. To speak to him in the truest sense. And it's the indecision, in the end, that keeps him frozen, just a little too long.
He shifts. He's still reaching. He opens his mouth.
And Kashuu's always been faster than he is.
And it hurts, he's sure; some part of him must know that. He'll realize it, perhaps, in the moments before it all goes dark. But first--first, he sees Kashuu turn his blade on himself, and... well.
I'd said it earlier, didn't I? In the end, his world is always, always his family.
He'd scream, but--well. That's not really an option anymore, now is it?]
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whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. yasusada's comrades. his family? but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. he's broken, and they're gone. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this is nicer. this is better. the people he loves, just once more.
the sword in kashuu's gut cracks, and shatters entirely. the force of it sends shrapnel at yasusada - embeds in his skin. kashuu shrieks, closed mouthed and writhing, and then goes limp entirely. his body vanishes.
yasusada is left alone, slowly bleeding out, until the darkness takes him.]