Shirou Kamui (mithras) wrote in end_ofall_hope, @ 2008-01-17 23:26:00 |
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Current mood: | indescribable |
Current music: | Cream - Born under a bad sign |
Entry tags: | character: monou fuuma, character: shiro kamui, fandom: eotw |
[Eotw] The promised day
"The earthquake in this picture was from three days ago. The 'Kekkai' in Tokyo has almost been destroyed. If this goes on... Tokyo will be flooded."
Kamui only paid attention to Karen's words with half an ear. He already knew what was going on; the evidence was clear in front of his eyes. Breathing out on a soft, tired sound, he let his eyes drop down away from the huge screen that showed the destruction of Tokyo. He should have done, should be doing more, and yet...
He remembered mother telling him to be stronger once upon a time; it seemed like centuries ago. She had told him to be strong and firm in mind for the battle that was to come; to be strong so he could wield the shinken when the time came and bring this horrible war to an end. Kamui let his eyes slide closed, and if he tried hard enough he could still remember the way mother used to stroke his cheek and the way her hair smelled when she hugged him and told him to be strong for Fuuma and Kotori's sake.
Fuuma
Kamui's eyes snapped open as he felt some sharp and hot sing out in his blood. It cut through his muddled thoughts sharper than any blade or piece of glass he had ever felt, and it drew him. He turned, the movement barely registering in his mind, slowly walking over to where the shinken stood sealed. The sword was calling him. It wanted to be held; it wanted to be free. It wanted blood. Reaching out for the sword, his fingers barely brushing the metal of the hilt, the words Kakyou had told him in his dream surfaced. If the shinken is used, you will meet Fuuma. However inevitably, there will be more tragedies.
Fuuma.
Kamui closed his hand firmly around the hilt of the sword, and pulled it free. He could feel the seals break deep in the pit of his stomach, the power of the shinken flowing freely in his veins like wildfire, tugging at him until he nearly drowned in it. And then, just as sudden as it had come, the spell was broken, and Kamui was left with the shinken in his hands. Pulling it as close as he could, he leaned his forehead against the cool, almost alive-seeming metal of the sword.
It was here at last. The end of the world had come.