[Weiß Kreuz] Die Einigung - My Watery Grave Title: Die Einigung Scene Title: My Watery Grave Author:trio Series: Weiß Kreuz Pairing(s) Involved: none yet. Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu, Marine Entertainment, Project Weiß, and associated parties. Scene Wordcount: 746 Current Wordcount Total: 746 Rating: G Warnings: none yet
I am, and always will be, a member of Schwarz.
Funny how those words echoed through his head in the silence left behind. Nagi sat up, one slender hand lifting to his head as it swam for a moment. When the sick feeling passed, he glanced around, storm-blue eyes unable to see past the pitch black of the small cavern created by the cave-in. He could hear the faint drip of water, knew he could be grateful indeed that he'd ended up in an air pocket rather than dead. But he was still there, in the air pocket beneath the waves, with who knew how much of the cave-in atop him and his body weak and aching. And the worst of it all was the blank spot in his mind where the connection to Schwarz had once been.
He started to rise but the low-hanging ledge above him struck his head and sent him back to his knees, a soft cry of pain slipping from his throat. One hand reached out, resting against the wall as he wondered just what the point might be to survival. It wasn't like he was going to get out of there in one piece, or to survive on his own if he did. His fingers slid over the rough edges of stone, feeling how it changed abruptly to smooth. So he was still in the citadel. Had the others been so lucky? Were Farfarello, Schuldig, and Crawford even still alive?
The answer didn't matter. Nothing mattered here, except survival, nothing mattered save for finding a way to be free of this dank oubliette. He could figure out, once he was on dry land, whether he'd been abandoned once more, or whether he was the only one left. Slowly, carefully, Nagi rose, feeling around him for the walls so that he could avoid hitting himself again. When he was as upright as he could manage, hunched down into a crouch with his arms spread wide, he began to gather the air around him. Powers began pushing at it, forcing it into a buffetting wind in the small space, the force of it bruising his body. With himself at the center, he'd get the least of the damage... but nothing would let him free entirely. One deep breath, hard to catch in the whipping air, and then another. On the third, he edged forward, the ball of tornado all around him as he stepped off the ledge he'd been on, dropping into the water beneath.
It was odd how the wind created buoyancy, making him feel a bit like a small apple bobbing in the ocean. Up and down he went, the jerks as violent as his air, and as disturbing. Certainly, it didn't help that he kept striking the sides and roof of the small tunnel leading out of the air pocket. Unable to see anything, he couldn't gauge the force of it, had no way of knowing just how close he was coming until stone struck flesh. He bobbed along for minutes on end, each interminable second passing painfully slowly. The first faint hints of light were just that - so very dim that it was all he could do to see them, let alone realize what the lightening water meant. That didn't come for another minute or two, as he edged along the stone and focused his eyes on that slowly-brightening area. When realization hit, he pushed forward, letting the light guide him. The first break into open water pushed him up so violently that he screamed in sharp pain, the pressure on his ears lessening enough for them to give a sharp pop.
And then his head broke the surface and he stared in dumbstruck awe. Glittering rubies of light decorated the water's surface as the sun set in the west. He had no idea how long he'd been down there, but the understanding that he was out - that he was safe - was heady enough. He swam to shore slowly, a grateful smile on his face as he crawled out of the water onto the sand and turned, flopping onto his back to stare up at the darkening sky. If he'd set out much later... there would've been no light to see. A soft, shaken laugh escaped him, more from stress than amusement. It died seconds later, as the woman behind him - a redhead he hadn't even realized was there - spoke up.
"Something funny?"
Originally posted on livejournal, for nanowrimo, which I failed