Get Backers: avert your eyes
Title: avert your eyes (1/1)
Author: Northlight
email: temporary (underscore) blue (at) yahoo.ca
Fandom: Get Backers (general series)
Summary: Raitei emerges.
Pairing: none; Ginji-centric gen.
Rating: PG13
Distribution: My site, and those who ask.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Date: Oct. 2005
Written for fanfic100:
Prompt: 029--Birth.
Word Count: 254
(turn your eyes away)
He is Amano Ginji, and he is alive. He is alive, and there are bodies on the ground, bodies *everywhere,* and Ginji knows them all. He knows their names and faces, the sound of their tears and their laughter, the shape of their dreams. These are his friends, his family, *his* to protect, and--
Bodies, bodies everywhere--broken, bloody, dead, dead, *dead*--and Ginji is too late. Ginji is too late to do anything at all, and he'd promised, *promised* that he'd take care of them.
(turn your eyes away)
He is Amano Ginji, and monsters trod over his dead as easily as they would trash. There are so many of them, so very many--and their hands are large and scarred and smeared with blood; and they are laughing at death, and Ginji, and the world itself.
Ginji is not scared, not now, and he doesn't feel young, or small--doesn't feel anything less than grief, and rage, and white-hot power pressing against his chest, the back of his eyes, snapping through his fingertips.
(turn away)
He is--
He isn't Amano Ginji.
He is power, and vengeance, and strong enough. Strong enough to make them pay, and the monsters are dead in the space of a heartbeat. Bodies, bodies, everywhere, and there is nothing left to him but emptiness, and the promise of *more* curling inside his belly and chest and behind his eyes.
(should have looked away)
(turned away)
(run)
(none survive a god's birth so easily).
--end
Author: Northlight
email: temporary (underscore) blue (at) yahoo.ca
Fandom: Get Backers (general series)
Summary: Raitei emerges.
Pairing: none; Ginji-centric gen.
Rating: PG13
Distribution: My site, and those who ask.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Date: Oct. 2005
Written for fanfic100:
Prompt: 029--Birth.
Word Count: 254
(turn your eyes away)
He is Amano Ginji, and he is alive. He is alive, and there are bodies on the ground, bodies *everywhere,* and Ginji knows them all. He knows their names and faces, the sound of their tears and their laughter, the shape of their dreams. These are his friends, his family, *his* to protect, and--
Bodies, bodies everywhere--broken, bloody, dead, dead, *dead*--and Ginji is too late. Ginji is too late to do anything at all, and he'd promised, *promised* that he'd take care of them.
(turn your eyes away)
He is Amano Ginji, and monsters trod over his dead as easily as they would trash. There are so many of them, so very many--and their hands are large and scarred and smeared with blood; and they are laughing at death, and Ginji, and the world itself.
Ginji is not scared, not now, and he doesn't feel young, or small--doesn't feel anything less than grief, and rage, and white-hot power pressing against his chest, the back of his eyes, snapping through his fingertips.
(turn away)
He is--
He isn't Amano Ginji.
He is power, and vengeance, and strong enough. Strong enough to make them pay, and the monsters are dead in the space of a heartbeat. Bodies, bodies, everywhere, and there is nothing left to him but emptiness, and the promise of *more* curling inside his belly and chest and behind his eyes.
(should have looked away)
(turned away)
(run)
(none survive a god's birth so easily).
--end