#flower-dragon

Hello! Thank you so much for allowing me to draw Satsuki! Here she is! Hope it turned out not too bad 😰

I absolutely love this! <3 Thank you so much for this @flower-dragon >///<

OKAY ! After my little week of fluff, finally some angst ! I kind of missed writing angst because I really like it (please do no worry my mind if fine).

It was inspired that the art HERE drawned by @flower-dragon ! You told me such kinds words so I really wanted to write something for you. Okay, that’s not a happy story AT ALL but I thought you would like me writing something about your art ;) you’re amazing and I hope this little story will keep up with your drawing ;D

I wrote it directly in English so I hope it’s fine ;) It’s 2AM please be kind xD

She looked at the dreadful picture in front of her. Her eyes didn’t want to accept what she was actually seeing. Her mind didn’t want to comprehend what was happening in this place even if her nose already smelt what she hated the most in this world: blood and guns, blood and blades, blood and deaths. Everything was linked to that red liquid which sole usefulness was to keep us alive. And here it was, already splatted on the field, making the beautiful and peaceful green colour she loved disappear and be drowned by it. Here it was, showing to the world that the ocean wasn’t only blue; it could be red of blood, red and composed of dead bodies. A horrific reddish ocean on an island called Ezo.

The brown-haired woman didn’t move yet, almost looking for a living being around here. She knew it. Nothing was alive. She knew it. No one escaped. Except her who had decided to bear the responsibility of her father’s behaviour by choosing another path. She never thought of the consequences of her own acts: now she was too late and she couldn’t save a single thing. Could she save someone in the first place? Had she saved someone once? Maybe yes but she didn’t remember. All she could see in her memories was her pitiful self who had to be saved by the others. So would this awful sight have changed if she had decided to stay with them?

The young woman started to walk slowly, letting her boots feels the dead ground she was stepping on. She could hear the sound of the dried grass at each footsteps and the sound of some ravens which were completing the monstrous scene she had already entered. The close sight was even worse than the large one as she could see the details of the dead bodies surrounding her from both sides of the conflict. Some of the men were killed by gunshots; other’s with blades’ cut and the worst one were dismembered by the explosions. That was horrific but she couldn’t stop walking. Not yet. She felt like she would fall if she even stopped for a second. She would miserably fall and cry as she always did.

She thought that her nightmarish view would fade out as she continued her path toward nothing. Towards where was she walking in the first place? Did she honestly believe that she would find something alive here? The demon woman didn’t know for how many minutes she was walking but she was sure of one single thing: nothing had changed. Bodies continued to be laid on the ground without any kind of colour on their skin or air in their lungs. Just motionless humans whose lives have been deprive by a war which killed everyone’s heart. A war that killed her mind and her will. Could she walk away from here without any empathy? Could she create a life worth it after all the events?

Her endless questions about her future and her past continued to travel her mind with such speed that she forgot them every time she changed her subject. All of the sudden, her gaze caught something she thought she would never see again. The young woman changed her direction, walking now towards an object. Not a simple object. As she arrived in front of it, her legs abandoned her and let her fall as she had predicted when she arrived in the island. She was suddenly trembling, all her body being controlled by her the sadness and the despair she was feeling at this exact moment. She knew that nothing could be done.

The young woman didn’t even know when it started but she was already feeling her cheeks being soaked by tears. Gently, she grabbed the white flag in front of her, reading in her mind the red word written on it. She would have loved saying it out loud but her voice already left her. She couldn’t believe it, the flag was ripped apart. It was a symbol of hope; it represented all the men who went to war with bravery and yet, she found it lay on the ground in such a state. She finally hugged it as it was the last thing she was going to touch in her life. Gone, all of them were gone but she was still here, watching the blue sky with the flag in her arms and the tears on her face.

Hello!

I was kept thinking about your recent drabbles about Kazama in your modern AU Omega Nu Iota, especially “Crimson” and “Forgotten”. Honestly, I started to feel for this guy in his sorrow/desperation. I imagined how messed up he must be after Chizuru rejected him, sitting at home with that bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, clinging to his phone and thinking of calling Chizuru….because he knows she is irreplaceable…..

I love this already!

csilla-nocturine replied to your post “at some point, i’m gonna write a fix-it for s2 in which toshi refuses...”

YEEEEEEESSSSI don't care what anyone says. This is exactly kind of thing fanfiction is for!

Thank you for all the kind wishes!  I send them back to you with interest (or at least chibis) ♥

You’re welcome to visit any time. ... almost any time... hehehe...

Okaay ! This drabble is really short but I hope you’ll like it :D It’s angst again but I think it fits the dialogue ;)

Thank you so much for the idea, I love writing for others :D

           My clothes were drenched in blood, so was my hair andface; my skin feeling almost used to the ugly sensation. It smelled; I smelled.The night was full of beautiful star and here I was, still on edge and notbeing able to calm myself down. I could still hear the words I heard beforekilling all those men. “Gonzaburo Manami”. That single though made me punch thetree in front of me. Once, twice, three times and endlessly until my own filthyblood mixed with the ones I already had on my skin. Why? Why? Why did thatnickname even come back to my life? Why was he coming back? It was a ghost thatwould never leave me alone right? My hands hurt as I continued punching thetree; I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I felt a big hand surroundingmy wrist in a forceful way. I still looked down, knowing who it was, not wantinghim to see my hidden tears.

“Manami! What the hell are you doing?!” The tall manshouted as he tried to turn body so I could face me.

         I wasn’t a rag; I wouldn’t let him. I pushed my nailseven further on my destroyed skin and put all the force I had to prevent him. Iwas tired. Enough tired so he wasable to overpower me and made me face him. When did I become so weak so Icouldn’t defend myself? “Gonzaburo Manami”. I heard it again and lifted my headto see him. I was imagining again, Harada Sanosuke couldn’t know about this, noone did in Tokyo and no one would. I’d kill them if they did.

“Explain now. What the hell are you doing? Wait, whatthe hell were you doing out in the night in the first place?! Why did you comeback drenched in blood? Why did you kill?” He asked without letting me a momentto answer. He knew I wouldn’t answer but he maybe thought he could use mytiredness did he? He was right, I was pissed off and I couldn’t think anymore.

“It doesn’t concern you. Leave me alone!” I shouted back,my voice getting pitched by my craziness.

“It doesn’t concern me? Who the hell are you jokingwith Manami?! You get out of the headquarters without telling us a word and youcame back on edge, shouting to us to leave you alone and now punching a tree?Do you really believe I can leave you like this?”

“Why are you doing this? I have my own reason, can’tyou understand that?” I reacted, not being able to control myself anymore.

“You fought alone against I don’t know how many men!How do you want me to leave a woman-“

“YOU CAN’T PROTECT ME!” I shouted, cutting hissentence and freeing my arm.

           Mybody started breathing heavily as it was releasing itself from all the tensionI gathered. On the other hand, Harada looked shocked as he didn’t try toanswer, his eyes never leaving mine. I then understood the meaning behind mywords and quickly regretted them.

“Who are you running from, Manami?” He gently said ashe put his warm hand on my cheek.

           Ijust looked down and brought myself closer, putting my forehead on his torso asa way to calm myself down.