pmk [Bloom3]

Feb 15, 2007 22:46

Title: Bloom3
Last part to the series!!

Thank you aggy for the beta! =D


He remembered that day so clearly, the clear sky and the sun that dazzled him with its rays. Even from the shelter of his room he could feel the heat burning his skin but oddly it didn't do a thing to the chill that had a death-grip on his bones. The scent of flowers in full bloom hung heavily in the air and it almost overpowered the metallic tint of blood that he had gotten used to.

He gazed at the clouds suspended against the clear sky. Ah, he remembered them. He used to lie on the roof just looking at them passing, gathering and separating, and he would wait for them to gather again.

That was the last thing he saw.

Thereafter, there was no more strength left in him to even open his eyes. He did not know how long he remained in the hospital after that for he could no longer tell when day turned into night.

He was only waiting for Death to claim him.

Of course, he was not afraid of dying. From the moment he picked up the katana, he had no excuse to fear death. He just didn't think it would end this way, so quietly, so peacefully.

In these times of war and strife, fighting wasn't even a choice. Kill or be killed, that was all there was to it. Every life he took was out of necessity even Yamanami but every single time he knew a tiny bit of his soul was lost. He was prepared to be sliced up good when it came his turn to pay his debts.

There was too much blood on his hands ... too much. The gods must have a twisted sense of humour, he reckoned, letting him literally throw them all up. He almost wanted to laugh.

Ah well. He liked being alive; there were fun things to do during the occasional peaceful times --- sweets to eat, children to play with, haikus to make fun of. But if it was his time, he was ready to let go.

How arrogant it was of him, speaking as if it was really up to him to decide. No, the gods were wise to hand down the cruelest punishment. He would gladly bear the horrors of this world a hundred times over in place of this loneliness.

He could taste the warm thick liquid at the back of his throat but he could not summon the energy to expel them. He felt them coursing back through his body, down his throat, into his lungs --- not as a giver of life but to extinguish it.

At the last moment, he thought he smelt the familiar scent of tobacco. A long time ago, he had laid peacefully under a huge shadow, dreaming of falling cherry blossoms. Crickets chirped noisily as the pale smoke drifted out of the window, toward the heavens. Then, it disappeared into the still summer air.

-END-

My inspiration for this series came from this fanart and song ... from way back in 2005! I'm so glad I've finally completed it. ^^ Thanks to everyone who read and commented!

peacemaker kurogane, fanfic: pmk

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