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log; complete
when; 09 Oct., past midnight.
rating; PG-13. violence.
characters; Sakurazuka Subaru (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ikigainashi), Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san).
summary; Subaru asks Seishirou to grant his wish. Even though turned down, he has it granted it anyway - but not in the way he necessarily wanted.
log;
Subaru was tired... So very tired. His mind was divided... and he could no longer tell who he was. Sumeragi or Sakurazuka? He was always trying to make the choice, but perhaps it wasn't his to make. Perhaps it was simply fate.
But fate... had screwed him. And it had left him worn out. Gravity seemed to pull even more now when he walked. His eyes never wanted to stay open. He had only stayed alive... because he had a purpose to live. A reason to live. It had been fate, had it not? To become Sakurazukamori... to keep him alive in his eye.
And yet he was here, walking and talking... taunting. This was not fate. The City was what laughed at fate. Subaru could not laugh... But he could turn his back on it.
He'd had a reason to live... But now he had even more reason to die. The hopes of granting his selfish Wish, well... That was merely a bonus.
Seishirou was there, just as Subaru had known he would be. Still occupying the younger man's old apartment, though he hadn't been there in weeks.
As he stepped in, he realized it would be ridiculous to remove his shoes... Yet he did, his movements slow and defined, simply waiting for Seishirou to appear. He was somewhere inside. Subaru didn't have the energy to search anymore.
The door had opened, and just like clockwork, the wards he had set about the apartment alerted him. Not as though he needed wards to know just who it was that had stepped inside. And he seemed to smirk to himself even while passing through the shadows of the strangely sterile apartment. It was only that much easier to do with the lights all out.
The ruse continued for just a few minutes before the desire for tobacco overcame him. The darkness fled from the orange light of his lighter as the tobacco in his cigarette caught flame, and a dull metallic click later, it was gone just as it had come. He could see perfectly beyond the veil of smoke, through that darkness to the lean figure of the other man.
And then finally, he stepped forward, a placid smile highlighted by the rising moonlight on his form until he was just before Subaru. "Welcome home, Subaru-kun," he said with an amused lilt, seconds before exhaling smoke into the other's face.
The boots were pushed to the side, and Subaru stood, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness so that he could make out the shadowy figure from behind the lit cigarette. Not that it mattered. Even blind, he would have been able to find him.
He almost reached for the light switch...only to stop and drop his hand back to his side, remaining still as Seishirou closed in. The darkness was better. Easier to conceal.
"Thank you. It's been a long time coming." There was no urge, even, he was surprised to find out... No urge to swipe that cigarette from between his lips. No urge to ask. It all just...seemed so clear now, with some things. Only his name was unclear. Only that.
In the darkness illuminated only by crackling tobacco and shy moonlight, Subaru dared to smile. "Did you make me dinner?"
A smile. A rarity in itself, really, and even then it was not the same as one he had seen but near on a decade prior. Changes, perhaps, were made, but it was always the same with Subaru, sometimes. Once he inhaled again, he chuckled to himself and brushed past the other while the smoke filtered out from his mouth. "A grain of rice has been waiting for you for hours - I hope it's not gone cold," he replied mockingly before stopping to turn about to look once more at Subaru.
And yet he hadn't seemed to buckle at the knees when the smoke had come near him. Odd, in itself. A sly eye looked over at the younger man - he wanted something, that much was certain. "Subaru-kun must have been terribly hungry to finally find his way back."
His mismatched gaze followed, but Subaru did not. He remained still. Steady. He still had time, after all... There was still time. "You'd be surprised," he drawled blandly. "Maybe it's just my past catching up to me."
Subaru's eyes focused ahead of him once more, looking at the darkened hallway. It seemed so far away. "Have you ever wondered..." His eyes saddened, and voice softened considerably. "Wondered just how far my sister's spell carries. Do you think it carries on now, even if you're dead? Or perhaps...all you needed to do in the first place was to use a different method to kill me. A knife works just as well."
The erratic behaviour was only becoming worse and worse. It wasn't possible for the younger man to be drunk - there would have been a sway, a certain swagger to those steps, and a slur in his voice, and less words to clutter the conversation. It was quite clear that he was, indeed, sober. And even while he himself moved to get something to drink, Seishirou kept a steady look on Subaru - he did want something.
After a bit of silence and a glass in his hand, he finally chuckled. It was dreadfully dull to see Subaru in such a state, but he could perhaps divert it, manipulate it to his standards. "Ah, but then Hokuto-chan would cry all over again," he casually retorted, taking a seat in the plush armchair. It was too soft, really, but it would do.
"So interested in death now, Subaru-kun?"
He remained where he was, ever vigilant of Seishirou's movements. His voice threatened to crack at the subject matter, and yet there was sill a smile on his face. "She can't cry. She's dead...and she's not here. Yet you are. I find that interesting...don't you?"
Eyelids...were so heavy. They drooped a bit, as if he were simply sleepy. He always had been the type to get up early, after all... This was so very late for him.
"Death is all around me. It's only a matter of time before it takes me...one way or another. Here, there are countless people stronger than me, with tempers far shorter than Kamui's. Who knows what they might do should I anger them." Finally, Subaru moved, slowly strolling towards the chair.
"Or back home...if I return. The world could end at any given time. I wonder...can you handle that? Did you consider that? By letting yourself die...you gave me up as your prey. You're going to let somebody else kill me. My life is no longer in your hands...because you are no longer a part of my life."
He stopped just in front of him, staring down at him. For once, Subaru was the one with the secret now, but there was no delight in keeping it. Only bitterness. His mouth...it felt so dry now. "Maybe you being here...is the City giving you a second chance...to carry out what you should have done. What you were supposed to do."
Even with the prod, he had gotten nothing but unamusing results, and Seishirou wondered just how much prodding he'd have to give this to get a rise out of Subaru. And yet he still remained, a patient, hollow smile remaining on his face while he watched the other man approach him slowly. Heavy movements... he was more on the verge of sleeping on his feet than anything, really.
Seishirou chuckled meaninglessly, shifting in the chair while he took one more inhalation from his cigarette. "Is that so...?" he drawled out smoothly. "And what am I supposed to do, Subaru-kun?" His stare, though heavily focussed upon him like a laser, seemed almost disconnected from any emotion while keeping upon Subaru. The challenge began, and even then he wasn't going to hold back.
Already, Subaru was reaching into his coat, his gloved hand brushing against a prescription bottle. That eye could sometimes ache so much...and the hospital was so giving. Perhaps that was why it had been so easy to smile in the past few weeks. Morphine could do wonders, especially in capsule form.
But he was reaching for something else, a kodachi further in the pocket. It was pulled out slowly, then tossed at the floor between Seishirou's feet.
"You owe me that much...don't you?" he whispered, and though he tried to keep his voice steady, it cracked. "Even here you follow me and taunt me... You must want to on some level. You still think of me as your prey? Well, here's your chance to back up your claim and prove it wasn't only a bluff."
The kodachi's blade glimmered a little in the moonlight, twinkling at him as though it were tempting him to use it. And if he had fewer reasons not to, then he would have been hoodwinked by the silvery tease that lie beggingly at the floor. Seishirou eyed it carefully, a sombre look on his face before looking back up to the younger man. He looked rather desperate right now....
The desperation was boring him, though.
An empty smile again curved his lips, and he didn't even flinch when he tossed the glass he had held onto the floor with a loud shatter. The water it had held trickled slightly before pooling, and even then it seemed to have the same twinkle the kodachi held. "You see, Subaru-kun," he started, rising from the chair to kick away the short curved sword and stand barely a metre away from Subaru.
"I don't owe you anything."
Subaru's jaw clenched, and fingers twitched as the glass fell to shatter on the floor, pieces everywhere. There was a memory reflected in those broken shards of a boy, his arm being twisted back until it snapped, and there was a man with only one eye whispering in his ear.
To me, breaking your arm is like breaking a glass cup.
No matter where he stepped now, there was glass, and for the life of him, he had been stupid enough to remove his shoes. Once again, Saku--...Sumeragi Subaru had been caught in a trap, and he had nowhere to go.
...No. He could go, but then he would bleed. Would it even...hurt? He wondered. Already he could feel that it was becoming difficult to breathe... His heart rate had slowed. He was so tired.
Finally, the Sakurazukamori's knees buckled, and as his form started to topple, the moonlight flashed across his face, revealing dilated pupils and lips that were bordering on a blue tint.
He hadn't blinked. Even when Subaru fell to the ground, he hadn't blinked or even moved for what seemed an eternity. Perhaps it was the shock, or maybe it was the fact that the moonlight tinged his skin a certain shade of blueish-white that reminded him of the moon itself. Seishirou remained, a silent, immobile connoisseur of the strange beauty before him. He hadn't moved at all.
He had done it on purpose. Seishirou's wry smile seemed to appreciate the irony of it all - he had done it on purpose.
"So dramatic, Subaru-kun," he slurred out teasingly, a smirk now beginning to play on his lips. "And all over a broken glass." Suddenly, he knelt down to the ground at Subaru's side - it almost seemed a mockery of old times, even though he hadn't reached for that hand just yet.
And here Subaru had been worrying about stepping on broken glass. A part of him had considered reaching out for Seishirou as he fell, but he wondered if Seishirou would just...step back if he had tried. So he let himself fall, deaf to the thud and crack that followed, various pieces of broken glass puncturing his shoulder, his left leg, and even his arm.
The empty bottle had rolled out of his pocket, slowed as the thick blood began to spread. But it was not blood loss he would die from.
Vision became blurry and unfocused, and as Seishirou moved down beside him, he realized that he couldn't even properly make out the other man's face. This thought seemed to terrify him, and he tried to lift his arm to touch his face, but he felt too sluggish. Too sleepy. Subaru's body was no longer responding, and his breaths were now labored and shallow.
He knew that he had to die for the marks to disappear... For Ranmaru. But this just seemed too surreal. He had hoped against all odds that Seishirou would take his challenge and at least feel... something. It didn't have to be love. It could be hate. Some kind of emotion, anything to connect them.
The young man spoke, staring up at what appeared to be Death's silhouette, and his voice sounded distant, like it was coming from somewhere else. "...Why?"
He refused to let emotion show in the smile he still wore, still taunting the younger man even during his death. That was how it was to be, even if the circumstances leading to it weren't ideal. Penance was to be served, not forgiven, and Subaru had an albatross about his neck - as pale-white as he was now. Pale-white, perhaps more so with those black clothes he chose to wear.
The smile Seishirou wore seemed to contort with malice, turning into a smirk while he watched those pupils, so dilated and uneven in colour even still. "Why?" he echoed, taking one of those hands of Subaru's to brush his cheek teasingly on it. It was like a mirror image of something that happened far longer than even meeting the former Sumeragi for the first time. Only that black hair wasn't nearly long enough and the blood had no snow in which to seep.
His lips traced on the back of that hand, but he let it fall to Subaru's side obediently once he was done. Like a broken shard of glass. "You know why."
The response sounded fuzzy. Nonsensical. No... No he didn't. Why won't you kill me?! Subaru wanted to scream. He wanted to shout it and hit him and cry and beg. Suddenly pride didn't matter. He didn't want to die this way... Not this way. This way there was...
There was no pain. Though his insides were reacting violently, he couldn't feel it. It was a numb high, and this depressed him most of all. Pain was something familiar to him... Seishirou had always hurt him. Without emotion, the pain was all that connected him.
He had damned himself by playing this game, and there was no second chance now. It was all wrong.
As his eye sight faded, though he could not make out those eyes, he could have sworn he still saw that smile. Even through the buzzing in his head, he computed his own misery, and released a choked sob, as if trying to cry or perhaps plead one last thing. It was a failed attempt...
And there was no second.
The evening turned out to be longer than he had expected - and the entertainment less sparse than he had thought. Perhaps it would have been more so had it not been for that tricky little loophole in the natural cycle. However, Seishirou still smirked to himself while he watched that breathing slow... slow... and then stop altogether. He could have sworn a tear had coursed down Subaru's pale cheek, but he was utterly convinced the moonlight was simply playing tricks on his vision.
The small plastic rattle alerted him, and he turned only to find the pill bottle that had rolled off to the side, colliding into the chair leg. Seishirou kept a smirk as he reached for the small plastic bottle, staring pensively at the label, all while an almost genuine smile blossomed. He did it on purpose. And the bottle of medication had proven it. SUMERAGI, SUBARU. 45 mg morphine sulfate. Take once daily. Do not take with food. The name in block letters. There was no mistake.
What seemed like an hour had passed, and the pill bottle had been set aside... and the kodachi still gleamed tantalisingly. He wasn't breathing anymore, and those glassy eyes looked up at him so pleadingly. His hand curled about the handle, and before he lent a thought to his action, the blade forced its way through that still chest of Subaru's. He knew the blood would still flow freely from his heart, and it was only lukewarm to the touch while he traced over some old scars with a streak of carmine. Gift-wrapped and specially delivered for an old samurai that should have been dead, too.
He had always been complimented on his ironic sense of humour before.
rating; PG-13. violence.
characters; Sakurazuka Subaru (
ikigainashi), Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san).summary; Subaru asks Seishirou to grant his wish. Even though turned down, he has it granted it anyway - but not in the way he necessarily wanted.
log;
Subaru was tired... So very tired. His mind was divided... and he could no longer tell who he was. Sumeragi or Sakurazuka? He was always trying to make the choice, but perhaps it wasn't his to make. Perhaps it was simply fate.
But fate... had screwed him. And it had left him worn out. Gravity seemed to pull even more now when he walked. His eyes never wanted to stay open. He had only stayed alive... because he had a purpose to live. A reason to live. It had been fate, had it not? To become Sakurazukamori... to keep him alive in his eye.
And yet he was here, walking and talking... taunting. This was not fate. The City was what laughed at fate. Subaru could not laugh... But he could turn his back on it.
He'd had a reason to live... But now he had even more reason to die. The hopes of granting his selfish Wish, well... That was merely a bonus.
Seishirou was there, just as Subaru had known he would be. Still occupying the younger man's old apartment, though he hadn't been there in weeks.
As he stepped in, he realized it would be ridiculous to remove his shoes... Yet he did, his movements slow and defined, simply waiting for Seishirou to appear. He was somewhere inside. Subaru didn't have the energy to search anymore.
The door had opened, and just like clockwork, the wards he had set about the apartment alerted him. Not as though he needed wards to know just who it was that had stepped inside. And he seemed to smirk to himself even while passing through the shadows of the strangely sterile apartment. It was only that much easier to do with the lights all out.
The ruse continued for just a few minutes before the desire for tobacco overcame him. The darkness fled from the orange light of his lighter as the tobacco in his cigarette caught flame, and a dull metallic click later, it was gone just as it had come. He could see perfectly beyond the veil of smoke, through that darkness to the lean figure of the other man.
And then finally, he stepped forward, a placid smile highlighted by the rising moonlight on his form until he was just before Subaru. "Welcome home, Subaru-kun," he said with an amused lilt, seconds before exhaling smoke into the other's face.
The boots were pushed to the side, and Subaru stood, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness so that he could make out the shadowy figure from behind the lit cigarette. Not that it mattered. Even blind, he would have been able to find him.
He almost reached for the light switch...only to stop and drop his hand back to his side, remaining still as Seishirou closed in. The darkness was better. Easier to conceal.
"Thank you. It's been a long time coming." There was no urge, even, he was surprised to find out... No urge to swipe that cigarette from between his lips. No urge to ask. It all just...seemed so clear now, with some things. Only his name was unclear. Only that.
In the darkness illuminated only by crackling tobacco and shy moonlight, Subaru dared to smile. "Did you make me dinner?"
A smile. A rarity in itself, really, and even then it was not the same as one he had seen but near on a decade prior. Changes, perhaps, were made, but it was always the same with Subaru, sometimes. Once he inhaled again, he chuckled to himself and brushed past the other while the smoke filtered out from his mouth. "A grain of rice has been waiting for you for hours - I hope it's not gone cold," he replied mockingly before stopping to turn about to look once more at Subaru.
And yet he hadn't seemed to buckle at the knees when the smoke had come near him. Odd, in itself. A sly eye looked over at the younger man - he wanted something, that much was certain. "Subaru-kun must have been terribly hungry to finally find his way back."
His mismatched gaze followed, but Subaru did not. He remained still. Steady. He still had time, after all... There was still time. "You'd be surprised," he drawled blandly. "Maybe it's just my past catching up to me."
Subaru's eyes focused ahead of him once more, looking at the darkened hallway. It seemed so far away. "Have you ever wondered..." His eyes saddened, and voice softened considerably. "Wondered just how far my sister's spell carries. Do you think it carries on now, even if you're dead? Or perhaps...all you needed to do in the first place was to use a different method to kill me. A knife works just as well."
The erratic behaviour was only becoming worse and worse. It wasn't possible for the younger man to be drunk - there would have been a sway, a certain swagger to those steps, and a slur in his voice, and less words to clutter the conversation. It was quite clear that he was, indeed, sober. And even while he himself moved to get something to drink, Seishirou kept a steady look on Subaru - he did want something.
After a bit of silence and a glass in his hand, he finally chuckled. It was dreadfully dull to see Subaru in such a state, but he could perhaps divert it, manipulate it to his standards. "Ah, but then Hokuto-chan would cry all over again," he casually retorted, taking a seat in the plush armchair. It was too soft, really, but it would do.
"So interested in death now, Subaru-kun?"
He remained where he was, ever vigilant of Seishirou's movements. His voice threatened to crack at the subject matter, and yet there was sill a smile on his face. "She can't cry. She's dead...and she's not here. Yet you are. I find that interesting...don't you?"
Eyelids...were so heavy. They drooped a bit, as if he were simply sleepy. He always had been the type to get up early, after all... This was so very late for him.
"Death is all around me. It's only a matter of time before it takes me...one way or another. Here, there are countless people stronger than me, with tempers far shorter than Kamui's. Who knows what they might do should I anger them." Finally, Subaru moved, slowly strolling towards the chair.
"Or back home...if I return. The world could end at any given time. I wonder...can you handle that? Did you consider that? By letting yourself die...you gave me up as your prey. You're going to let somebody else kill me. My life is no longer in your hands...because you are no longer a part of my life."
He stopped just in front of him, staring down at him. For once, Subaru was the one with the secret now, but there was no delight in keeping it. Only bitterness. His mouth...it felt so dry now. "Maybe you being here...is the City giving you a second chance...to carry out what you should have done. What you were supposed to do."
Even with the prod, he had gotten nothing but unamusing results, and Seishirou wondered just how much prodding he'd have to give this to get a rise out of Subaru. And yet he still remained, a patient, hollow smile remaining on his face while he watched the other man approach him slowly. Heavy movements... he was more on the verge of sleeping on his feet than anything, really.
Seishirou chuckled meaninglessly, shifting in the chair while he took one more inhalation from his cigarette. "Is that so...?" he drawled out smoothly. "And what am I supposed to do, Subaru-kun?" His stare, though heavily focussed upon him like a laser, seemed almost disconnected from any emotion while keeping upon Subaru. The challenge began, and even then he wasn't going to hold back.
Already, Subaru was reaching into his coat, his gloved hand brushing against a prescription bottle. That eye could sometimes ache so much...and the hospital was so giving. Perhaps that was why it had been so easy to smile in the past few weeks. Morphine could do wonders, especially in capsule form.
But he was reaching for something else, a kodachi further in the pocket. It was pulled out slowly, then tossed at the floor between Seishirou's feet.
"You owe me that much...don't you?" he whispered, and though he tried to keep his voice steady, it cracked. "Even here you follow me and taunt me... You must want to on some level. You still think of me as your prey? Well, here's your chance to back up your claim and prove it wasn't only a bluff."
The kodachi's blade glimmered a little in the moonlight, twinkling at him as though it were tempting him to use it. And if he had fewer reasons not to, then he would have been hoodwinked by the silvery tease that lie beggingly at the floor. Seishirou eyed it carefully, a sombre look on his face before looking back up to the younger man. He looked rather desperate right now....
The desperation was boring him, though.
An empty smile again curved his lips, and he didn't even flinch when he tossed the glass he had held onto the floor with a loud shatter. The water it had held trickled slightly before pooling, and even then it seemed to have the same twinkle the kodachi held. "You see, Subaru-kun," he started, rising from the chair to kick away the short curved sword and stand barely a metre away from Subaru.
"I don't owe you anything."
Subaru's jaw clenched, and fingers twitched as the glass fell to shatter on the floor, pieces everywhere. There was a memory reflected in those broken shards of a boy, his arm being twisted back until it snapped, and there was a man with only one eye whispering in his ear.
To me, breaking your arm is like breaking a glass cup.
No matter where he stepped now, there was glass, and for the life of him, he had been stupid enough to remove his shoes. Once again, Saku--...Sumeragi Subaru had been caught in a trap, and he had nowhere to go.
...No. He could go, but then he would bleed. Would it even...hurt? He wondered. Already he could feel that it was becoming difficult to breathe... His heart rate had slowed. He was so tired.
Finally, the Sakurazukamori's knees buckled, and as his form started to topple, the moonlight flashed across his face, revealing dilated pupils and lips that were bordering on a blue tint.
He hadn't blinked. Even when Subaru fell to the ground, he hadn't blinked or even moved for what seemed an eternity. Perhaps it was the shock, or maybe it was the fact that the moonlight tinged his skin a certain shade of blueish-white that reminded him of the moon itself. Seishirou remained, a silent, immobile connoisseur of the strange beauty before him. He hadn't moved at all.
He had done it on purpose. Seishirou's wry smile seemed to appreciate the irony of it all - he had done it on purpose.
"So dramatic, Subaru-kun," he slurred out teasingly, a smirk now beginning to play on his lips. "And all over a broken glass." Suddenly, he knelt down to the ground at Subaru's side - it almost seemed a mockery of old times, even though he hadn't reached for that hand just yet.
And here Subaru had been worrying about stepping on broken glass. A part of him had considered reaching out for Seishirou as he fell, but he wondered if Seishirou would just...step back if he had tried. So he let himself fall, deaf to the thud and crack that followed, various pieces of broken glass puncturing his shoulder, his left leg, and even his arm.
The empty bottle had rolled out of his pocket, slowed as the thick blood began to spread. But it was not blood loss he would die from.
Vision became blurry and unfocused, and as Seishirou moved down beside him, he realized that he couldn't even properly make out the other man's face. This thought seemed to terrify him, and he tried to lift his arm to touch his face, but he felt too sluggish. Too sleepy. Subaru's body was no longer responding, and his breaths were now labored and shallow.
He knew that he had to die for the marks to disappear... For Ranmaru. But this just seemed too surreal. He had hoped against all odds that Seishirou would take his challenge and at least feel... something. It didn't have to be love. It could be hate. Some kind of emotion, anything to connect them.
The young man spoke, staring up at what appeared to be Death's silhouette, and his voice sounded distant, like it was coming from somewhere else. "...Why?"
He refused to let emotion show in the smile he still wore, still taunting the younger man even during his death. That was how it was to be, even if the circumstances leading to it weren't ideal. Penance was to be served, not forgiven, and Subaru had an albatross about his neck - as pale-white as he was now. Pale-white, perhaps more so with those black clothes he chose to wear.
The smile Seishirou wore seemed to contort with malice, turning into a smirk while he watched those pupils, so dilated and uneven in colour even still. "Why?" he echoed, taking one of those hands of Subaru's to brush his cheek teasingly on it. It was like a mirror image of something that happened far longer than even meeting the former Sumeragi for the first time. Only that black hair wasn't nearly long enough and the blood had no snow in which to seep.
His lips traced on the back of that hand, but he let it fall to Subaru's side obediently once he was done. Like a broken shard of glass. "You know why."
The response sounded fuzzy. Nonsensical. No... No he didn't. Why won't you kill me?! Subaru wanted to scream. He wanted to shout it and hit him and cry and beg. Suddenly pride didn't matter. He didn't want to die this way... Not this way. This way there was...
There was no pain. Though his insides were reacting violently, he couldn't feel it. It was a numb high, and this depressed him most of all. Pain was something familiar to him... Seishirou had always hurt him. Without emotion, the pain was all that connected him.
He had damned himself by playing this game, and there was no second chance now. It was all wrong.
As his eye sight faded, though he could not make out those eyes, he could have sworn he still saw that smile. Even through the buzzing in his head, he computed his own misery, and released a choked sob, as if trying to cry or perhaps plead one last thing. It was a failed attempt...
And there was no second.
The evening turned out to be longer than he had expected - and the entertainment less sparse than he had thought. Perhaps it would have been more so had it not been for that tricky little loophole in the natural cycle. However, Seishirou still smirked to himself while he watched that breathing slow... slow... and then stop altogether. He could have sworn a tear had coursed down Subaru's pale cheek, but he was utterly convinced the moonlight was simply playing tricks on his vision.
The small plastic rattle alerted him, and he turned only to find the pill bottle that had rolled off to the side, colliding into the chair leg. Seishirou kept a smirk as he reached for the small plastic bottle, staring pensively at the label, all while an almost genuine smile blossomed. He did it on purpose. And the bottle of medication had proven it. SUMERAGI, SUBARU. 45 mg morphine sulfate. Take once daily. Do not take with food. The name in block letters. There was no mistake.
What seemed like an hour had passed, and the pill bottle had been set aside... and the kodachi still gleamed tantalisingly. He wasn't breathing anymore, and those glassy eyes looked up at him so pleadingly. His hand curled about the handle, and before he lent a thought to his action, the blade forced its way through that still chest of Subaru's. He knew the blood would still flow freely from his heart, and it was only lukewarm to the touch while he traced over some old scars with a streak of carmine. Gift-wrapped and specially delivered for an old samurai that should have been dead, too.
He had always been complimented on his ironic sense of humour before.
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