fic: Fearless

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Character(s): Kanda Yuu
Pairing(s): None
Rating: None
Warnings: Umm, just Kanda-centric.

Umm, hi. This is the first ever fanfic I've ever written. Or drabble. I hope it's okay. I actually wrote it last month, but I was thinking about whether to post it up here or not.
I hope it's okay. Anyway, please enjoy! 



Fearless

Everybody dies, someday. 

He has known that from the very beginning. Maybe that’s why he'd been willing to trade in his life. Maybe it was because he was afraid. 

He shouldn’t even have survived that battle with that Noah. His ‘nakama’ had left him behind and went ahead. Because it was his battle. He’d released Mugen then, dashed forward and fought. He is hurt, wounded, and dies. Dies over, and over, and over again. But it doesn’t matter. Because the lotus flower will always bloom again, its beauty indestructible.

Death flashes across his eyes—but no, he isn’t afraid— and blood spurts from his wounds. He feels bile rising in his throat, air burning in his lungs. 

Then a burst of thunder, and his throat is slowly being crushed. Mugen is in shards. He can taste ash in his mouth. The sharp scent of copper trickles down his forehead. Maybe the lotus flower isn’t so beautiful after all, he thinks. It’s a subtle irony.The lotus flower grows in muddy waters, but its petals are untainted. But his lotus is withering, petals falling one by one, colour fading, soaking up blood and life and death instead. 

And he should have died again, then. But instead he finds himself kneeling, clutching his chest tightly, just to make sure his heart is still beating. He grimly promises himself that he will make it. He has to. That person is waiting for him. So when his opponent charges at him again, he asks, begs for Mugen to please hold on, to exchange life for life, and delivers the final blow. It’s finally over. He won. But not against death. Never against death.

But no, he isn’t afraid.

His surroundings come crashing down in a blur, and his only chance of escape collapses into a heap of rubble. Heady with the adrenaline of success, he lets out a tiny laugh, a scoff, one that holds a trace of mirth. And he falls.

Everybody dies, someday. But as the dark tendrils of his tattoo tear across his chest, Kanda knows he’ll be the first to go.



Thanks for reading!

Comments

[nilmiel-chan.livejournal.com]

Aww, I love this! This was really great. You really captured Kanda's personality very well. Good job!

[mayooooi.livejournal.com]

Thank you! (>_____<)