Ficletness
Inspired to do my own after reading whatismafia's delicious shortfic on Tsuna's Island death. This takes place when Hibari attacks Sumire and Yamamoto and Gojyo stumble in just when she is in Berserker mode.
Title: Bad Brew Blast
Characters: Gojyo, Yamamoto, Hibari, and Sumire. Mostly Sumire since it's centered on Berserker form.
Author: Mai-chyaaan
Rating: PG
A/N: Ah... This fic might be a bit confusing because I keep switching perspectives between normal Sumire and Berserker Mode. Eheh, can't say I'm much of a writer. ^^;; Sumire DOES have her consciousness even in Berserker Mode so that's what I'm writing based off of that.
There was a sound of something between a scream, a roll of thunder, and finally silence.
Sumire suddenly felt a mesmerizing sensation that was all too familiar to her. A shudder through her head, her body, and most of all the pain in the back of her eyes. She was falling, but she couldn't really tell if she was falling up or falling down. It was here. That monster, that killer, that thing... Her. She was back, and all Sumire could do was lay down and watch in a daze. Was her body hurting? She wasn't quite sure anymore. All she knew was this:
It wasn't going to hurt anymore. That's all that mattered. She didn't want to get hurt. She didn't want to FEEL hurt. It's not going to hurt anymore, she told herself.
"She" could not discern the figures in front of her... There were two? Wasn't there only one? Wasn't there only... Him??
Him... Him... HIM.
A burning unfamiliar hatred was lit aflame. He was hurting her. How DARE he hurt her? "She" decided quite easily that she was not going to tear him apart quickly. No, no, this person was going to be torn apart, slowly, deliberately, painfully. If he wanted to get torn apart so badly why not?
Sumire still in her trance watched as "she" stood up and rushed at the two figures. "She" could feel ecstasy rush through her veins, her whole entire being. The other didn't matter. He held her down, but that was remedied. "She" fell, but got up back again. The monster wasn't going to let them hurt her anymore. If they wanted "her" to see their tears so badly, the killer would gladly consent; they would cry so hard, tears of blood would spill. Three people now. Sumire felt her eyes go wide.
This is wrong. This is just so WRONG.
"Her" hand lifted as she laughed gleefully.
Stop it...
The monster would not stop. It stood there laughing.
STOP IT!!!
There was a voice... A kind voice asking if she was okay. Another voice, stern, but with an unusual warmth that Sumire could recognize. "She" was beginning to fade...
Go away... It hurts, but... Go away...
And everything went black.
---
Hibari, Yamamoto, and Gojyo stared silently at the slender figure of Sumire relaxed. Blood ran down her hands where Berserker had grabbed the hidden spikes of Hibari's tonfas; ruby red drops dripped from the tips of her fingertips. The scarlet eyes had changed back into the gentle, but pained teal-green color that they usually were. But it wasn't the state of her outside condition that Sumire was ashamed of.
They had seen her monster. And she couldn't protect them like she told herself she would before she was taken away.
She could see Yamamoto's look of utter confusion, Hibari's expression of utter indifference, and what hurt her most... Gojyo's grim face stabbed her for some reason she could not describe.
"Y-Y-a... Ma-..moto... Gojyo..." she uttered tottering slowly towards them.
The pain that she could not feel at first suddenly enveloped her and she fell.
I'm sorry.
Not my best, but eh? 8D;;
Title: Bad Brew Blast
Characters: Gojyo, Yamamoto, Hibari, and Sumire. Mostly Sumire since it's centered on Berserker form.
Author: Mai-chyaaan
Rating: PG
A/N: Ah... This fic might be a bit confusing because I keep switching perspectives between normal Sumire and Berserker Mode. Eheh, can't say I'm much of a writer. ^^;; Sumire DOES have her consciousness even in Berserker Mode so that's what I'm writing based off of that.
There was a sound of something between a scream, a roll of thunder, and finally silence.
Sumire suddenly felt a mesmerizing sensation that was all too familiar to her. A shudder through her head, her body, and most of all the pain in the back of her eyes. She was falling, but she couldn't really tell if she was falling up or falling down. It was here. That monster, that killer, that thing... Her. She was back, and all Sumire could do was lay down and watch in a daze. Was her body hurting? She wasn't quite sure anymore. All she knew was this:
It wasn't going to hurt anymore. That's all that mattered. She didn't want to get hurt. She didn't want to FEEL hurt. It's not going to hurt anymore, she told herself.
"She" could not discern the figures in front of her... There were two? Wasn't there only one? Wasn't there only... Him??
Him... Him... HIM.
A burning unfamiliar hatred was lit aflame. He was hurting her. How DARE he hurt her? "She" decided quite easily that she was not going to tear him apart quickly. No, no, this person was going to be torn apart, slowly, deliberately, painfully. If he wanted to get torn apart so badly why not?
Sumire still in her trance watched as "she" stood up and rushed at the two figures. "She" could feel ecstasy rush through her veins, her whole entire being. The other didn't matter. He held her down, but that was remedied. "She" fell, but got up back again. The monster wasn't going to let them hurt her anymore. If they wanted "her" to see their tears so badly, the killer would gladly consent; they would cry so hard, tears of blood would spill. Three people now. Sumire felt her eyes go wide.
This is wrong. This is just so WRONG.
"Her" hand lifted as she laughed gleefully.
Stop it...
The monster would not stop. It stood there laughing.
STOP IT!!!
There was a voice... A kind voice asking if she was okay. Another voice, stern, but with an unusual warmth that Sumire could recognize. "She" was beginning to fade...
Go away... It hurts, but... Go away...
And everything went black.
---
Hibari, Yamamoto, and Gojyo stared silently at the slender figure of Sumire relaxed. Blood ran down her hands where Berserker had grabbed the hidden spikes of Hibari's tonfas; ruby red drops dripped from the tips of her fingertips. The scarlet eyes had changed back into the gentle, but pained teal-green color that they usually were. But it wasn't the state of her outside condition that Sumire was ashamed of.
They had seen her monster. And she couldn't protect them like she told herself she would before she was taken away.
She could see Yamamoto's look of utter confusion, Hibari's expression of utter indifference, and what hurt her most... Gojyo's grim face stabbed her for some reason she could not describe.
"Y-Y-a... Ma-..moto... Gojyo..." she uttered tottering slowly towards them.
The pain that she could not feel at first suddenly enveloped her and she fell.
I'm sorry.
Not my best, but eh? 8D;;