The once pristine snow was stained red. There was a the sound of a gun, you believed the bullet would hit you, but there's arms around you... Kazumi was holding you and he was bleeding. He's usually never stained with blood, but this time it's different. His lifeless body collapses to the ground, the hole in his chest turning into what seems to be an void of black and red. You pray and pray for your angels to save him, but they abandoned you. You failed to protect Kazumi, someone so fragile and pure and they despise you for it. You try to pick up his body, but his ice cold skin cracks and breaks like glass, his dull and lifeless eyes are looking at you. Empty marbles, endlessly begging to be loved, to be cherished, to be safe...
The nightmare isn't contained to his mind, it spills out PHYSICALLY. His body thrashes violently, trying to free him from the horrors his brain's creating. His arms ( strong, usually so sturdy ) have turned erratic, unstable as they seize Kazumi and shake him. Kazumi's lifeless head lolls with the motion, utterly limp like a doll's. Guy keeps calling out to him, trying to reach someone who's no longer there. But his voice isn't loud enough, it sounds so distant, like it's being dragged through something thick before it even leaves him. He tries again. Louder β he KNOWS he's screaming. He can feel the strain tearing up his vocal chords, burning at his throat. It's smothered and Kazumi doesn't respond. He doesn't move. He doesn't breathe.
When he realizes he won't get an answer back β Guy crumbles. His spine arches as he folds over Kazumi, clutching tighter instead of letting go. Blood smears across his clothes, warm & thick, but he doesn't care. He can't even feel it right now. His shoulders shake, sobs breaking through, raw & desperate. And just like his screams, they're also muffled.
WAS THERE EVEN ANYTHING LEFT ?
If Kazumi is dead, then so is hope. The ultimate testament that there's nothing good left in this world. It's all been taken away by hatred & violence.
And hatred & violence Guy will become. For as long as he lives, he'll hunt them down β every last one β and he won't stop until there's no one left who can hurt anyone ever again. No one left to take, and no one left to kill.
His grip softens and he pulls Kazumi closer, cradling him carefully now. His fingers thread through his hair, slow and gentle. He whispers endless apologies.
Guy jolts upright with a sharp, ragged gasp. His heart is racing, pounding hard enough it should be all he can feel. But he doesn't register it, doesn't even care. Instead his eyes are already searching, wild and frantic, until they land on Kazumi β sleeping near him. His presence should be enough to soothe him. But it isn't.
The nightmare still has a hold of him, refusing to let go, twisting reality until he can't tell where one ends and the other begins. What if it was real ? What if it was real ? Panic takes over before reason can stop it. His hands grab Kazumi's arms, shaking him β harder than he should. But he doesn't stop, he can't stop.
β KAZUMI ! ! KAZUMI ! ! β The first time he's spoke in weeks. His voice is deep, gruff, but it also trembles. He is too upset to say anything else, to articulate his worries. He just needs to make sure Kazumi wakes up and is alive. β KAZUMI ! ! β
