Decision
Title : Decision
Challenge : #8 What if?
Characters : Mainly Saga
Word count : 395
Warning : Character death. Just in case...
One more night without sleep and he would become delusional, he thought as he combed his hair with trembling fingers, undoing the knots almost absently. Laughter followed his own conclusion, making his whole body shake. "Delusion..." he whispered, sinking his nails in his flesh to elude the wish to close his eyelids.
Every time he slept, the nightmares made him so scared he surrendered himself ever so easily to the Other. And now, afraid of the fear itself, he was trying to find the strength to make a choice.
He could even save Athena as he swore when he became a Saint. If only he weren’t losing his mind. If only...
A flash lightened the sky, revealing conviction in previously watery eyes, his lips perfectly closed in a firm line. No, he couldn’t afford to lose this chance or his carefully planned strategy would be ruined.
It had to be done.
Wasting no more time, he grabbed the dagger and took it with him, climbing the stairs with slow, but steady pace. The rain poured heavily over him, sneaking in through his clothes and making him shudder involuntarily. Pure, forgiving beads that could wash all sorrow from the soul of who regretted his sins.
Only that he felt no regret at all.
The sounds of his steps stopped before the agreed place, the same hill where the Kyoukou had discovered a new incarnation of Athena would be born. Not knocking was required, for a deep voice ordered him to come in.
"I was waiting for you, Saga," Shion stated and turned to look at him directly, his fiery eyes echoing the power of their owner.
"I know" Saga acknowledged, feeling his blood rushing through his veins. What has to be done, has to be done, he repeated himself holding tightly the handle of the dagger. "I guess you already knew, didn’t you?" Saga felt slightly irritated at the sight of Shion’s impassive look. "But would you believe me if I said I had no other choice?"
Shion’s eyes, deep as the color of wine, only beheld him knowingly.
"And still... there’s no hatred?"
"I can’t hate you for being weak," Shion’s voice was soothing and painful at the same time.
"Ah..."
Saga smiled and whispered a goodbye before feeling the cold sharpness of the metal trespassing his heart, and bringing him peace.
Setting him free.
Challenge : #8 What if?
Characters : Mainly Saga
Word count : 395
Warning : Character death. Just in case...
One more night without sleep and he would become delusional, he thought as he combed his hair with trembling fingers, undoing the knots almost absently. Laughter followed his own conclusion, making his whole body shake. "Delusion..." he whispered, sinking his nails in his flesh to elude the wish to close his eyelids.
Every time he slept, the nightmares made him so scared he surrendered himself ever so easily to the Other. And now, afraid of the fear itself, he was trying to find the strength to make a choice.
He could even save Athena as he swore when he became a Saint. If only he weren’t losing his mind. If only...
A flash lightened the sky, revealing conviction in previously watery eyes, his lips perfectly closed in a firm line. No, he couldn’t afford to lose this chance or his carefully planned strategy would be ruined.
It had to be done.
Wasting no more time, he grabbed the dagger and took it with him, climbing the stairs with slow, but steady pace. The rain poured heavily over him, sneaking in through his clothes and making him shudder involuntarily. Pure, forgiving beads that could wash all sorrow from the soul of who regretted his sins.
Only that he felt no regret at all.
The sounds of his steps stopped before the agreed place, the same hill where the Kyoukou had discovered a new incarnation of Athena would be born. Not knocking was required, for a deep voice ordered him to come in.
"I was waiting for you, Saga," Shion stated and turned to look at him directly, his fiery eyes echoing the power of their owner.
"I know" Saga acknowledged, feeling his blood rushing through his veins. What has to be done, has to be done, he repeated himself holding tightly the handle of the dagger. "I guess you already knew, didn’t you?" Saga felt slightly irritated at the sight of Shion’s impassive look. "But would you believe me if I said I had no other choice?"
Shion’s eyes, deep as the color of wine, only beheld him knowingly.
"And still... there’s no hatred?"
"I can’t hate you for being weak," Shion’s voice was soothing and painful at the same time.
"Ah..."
Saga smiled and whispered a goodbye before feeling the cold sharpness of the metal trespassing his heart, and bringing him peace.
Setting him free.