[Bleach] All hail the failed hero
Title: All hail the failed hero
Series: 50scenes Prompt Table No.2 (#001-Hero)
Author: Kanon
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Hitsugaya Toushiro
Disclaimer: Bleach sovereigns over me, not the other way round.
Summary: A hero may always triumph but a victor is not always a hero.
Spoilers: None
Warning: WTF, IDK drabble
Author’s Note:
I was bored in Obs & Gynae intro lecture. As usual, I took the morbid end of the stick, though I did not kill anyone.
:::::All hail the failed hero by Kanon:::::
Hero: A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life
-x-
A hero is every kid’s dream, be it becoming one or getting rescued by one. A hero is who turns up just in time and saves the day. A hero is someone who always strives to save the world with no concern for one’s self. A hero is who never fails in the enduring task of rescuing just about everything that crawls and breathes on this land.
A hero was, for him, who walks away coolly with not a hair out of its place, flashing a perfect smile to those that had been saved.
-x-
“I’m no hero.”
A lethal hum sings quietly from behind promptly just as the apathetically mumbled words come to a clipped end, aimed at no one in particular. Hyourinmaru slashes the void, deadened air once more, ridding itself of the crimson blood soaking the blade; the liquid has started to dry into crusts and cling onto the sharp metal but the firm swing is merciless.
Silence once more falls between them. Hyourinmaru returns to its resting place; Zangetsu remains in its battle position.
“No, you are not.”
The confirmation is swift, the voice impassive. The chain at the end of the black zanpaktou jingles from the wince jerking the wielder.
The revolting stench of blood clogs the air, uncertainty, tension, fear and death rampaging in the silence. Red is what has the ascendancy over the land, the horizon, the sky; the world. Its unlimited resources are what they stand on, broken limbs haphazardly sticking out of the ground and creating a haunted forest of their own.
The price of victory is heavy.
“But you are not a loser either.”
The same voice says in the same impassivity and the midnight chain clinks once more as the still rigid wrist is grabbed. A sickening crunch of bones underneath their feet fails to draw any reaction from the deadpan survivors and the blank teenager, too young - far too young - to witness the morbid horror, is force-started to walk away from the blood-drenched hell.
“…I’m not a loser either.” He quietly repeats the words to himself, barely audible. Silence is the reply of the smaller but older one, limping but still walking on. The grip on his wrist is unrelenting. His feet shuffle forward on the bed of the dead. The hollow brown eyes flutter shut.
He is not a loser. But a victor is not always a hero, he learns, the doctrine all too belated.
He is but a mere floundering human. And he prays that his insignificant existence is significant enough to at least keep the cogwheels of this world turning, if nothing else.
Because he may be a victor but he is no hero.
They are no heroes.
Series: 50scenes Prompt Table No.2 (#001-Hero)
Author: Kanon
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Hitsugaya Toushiro
Disclaimer: Bleach sovereigns over me, not the other way round.
Summary: A hero may always triumph but a victor is not always a hero.
Spoilers: None
Warning: WTF, IDK drabble
Author’s Note:
I was bored in Obs & Gynae intro lecture. As usual, I took the morbid end of the stick, though I did not kill anyone.
:::::All hail the failed hero by Kanon:::::
Hero: A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life
-x-
A hero is every kid’s dream, be it becoming one or getting rescued by one. A hero is who turns up just in time and saves the day. A hero is someone who always strives to save the world with no concern for one’s self. A hero is who never fails in the enduring task of rescuing just about everything that crawls and breathes on this land.
A hero was, for him, who walks away coolly with not a hair out of its place, flashing a perfect smile to those that had been saved.
-x-
“I’m no hero.”
A lethal hum sings quietly from behind promptly just as the apathetically mumbled words come to a clipped end, aimed at no one in particular. Hyourinmaru slashes the void, deadened air once more, ridding itself of the crimson blood soaking the blade; the liquid has started to dry into crusts and cling onto the sharp metal but the firm swing is merciless.
Silence once more falls between them. Hyourinmaru returns to its resting place; Zangetsu remains in its battle position.
“No, you are not.”
The confirmation is swift, the voice impassive. The chain at the end of the black zanpaktou jingles from the wince jerking the wielder.
The revolting stench of blood clogs the air, uncertainty, tension, fear and death rampaging in the silence. Red is what has the ascendancy over the land, the horizon, the sky; the world. Its unlimited resources are what they stand on, broken limbs haphazardly sticking out of the ground and creating a haunted forest of their own.
The price of victory is heavy.
“But you are not a loser either.”
The same voice says in the same impassivity and the midnight chain clinks once more as the still rigid wrist is grabbed. A sickening crunch of bones underneath their feet fails to draw any reaction from the deadpan survivors and the blank teenager, too young - far too young - to witness the morbid horror, is force-started to walk away from the blood-drenched hell.
“…I’m not a loser either.” He quietly repeats the words to himself, barely audible. Silence is the reply of the smaller but older one, limping but still walking on. The grip on his wrist is unrelenting. His feet shuffle forward on the bed of the dead. The hollow brown eyes flutter shut.
He is not a loser. But a victor is not always a hero, he learns, the doctrine all too belated.
He is but a mere floundering human. And he prays that his insignificant existence is significant enough to at least keep the cogwheels of this world turning, if nothing else.
Because he may be a victor but he is no hero.
They are no heroes.