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burningdarkfire) wrote2010-05-09 05:06 pm
burningdarkfire) wrote2010-05-09 05:06 pm
Storm [TRC; KuroFai]
Title: Storm
Series: TRC
Pairing: hint of KuroFai
Rating: PG Length: about 500 words, part (15/30) of prompts table
Note: AU. Assassin!Fai
The first raindrops begin to fall, slowly plummeting towards the earth, rushing to the moment where they would crash into hard pavement, green grass, or silky skin, shattering and splitting into a million shards.
A blond weaves his way through the dirty streets, deftly dodging cars and beggars, intent on getting to his destination.
“Please mister, have a heart, give me just a lil’ somethin’, just enough for a piece o’ bread …”
“Please, kind sir, my sister’s sick, coughin’ day n’ night, anything will do …”
But the man had long ago closed off his heart to the pleas of unfortunate children.
And so he walks on.
As the rain crescendos into a roaring downpour, the slim figure continues to slip between squat, grimy buildings, always walking towards his designated target.
Reaching at last the tall cold building, he slips inside without a second glance at the imposing décor and quickly ascends the steps to the top floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he mounts stair after stair.
He makes quick work of the lock on the door, picking it with skills acquiring from years of jobs like this, and enters the penthouse silently. He crosses the large living room to approach the bedroom of a man he might have liked to call his lover, once upon a time.
Fumbling slightly with sheath, he sets the tip of the stiletto blade against the dark haired man’s throat. Hesitating slightly, his hand seems to waver uncertainly, but before long his gaze hardens again and he leans forward.
The blond gently brushes his lips against the others. He keeps the knife steady as his target opens his eyes and makes to get up in shock, stabbing himself on the blade. The assassin captures one last bloody kiss as the life fades from those eyes he used to lose himself in.
As he walks back the way he came, the beggars shied away him, scared, no doubt, by the blood still dripping from his lips and his right hand.
Without a backwards glance, Fai walks away from the man that shattered his world with only a few words, breaking him into a million shards that couldn’t be put back together again.
He embraces the feeling of the rain caressing his skin, smoother and gentler than Kurogane had ever been.
Series: TRC
Pairing: hint of KuroFai
Rating: PG Length: about 500 words, part (15/30) of prompts table
Note: AU. Assassin!Fai
The first raindrops begin to fall, slowly plummeting towards the earth, rushing to the moment where they would crash into hard pavement, green grass, or silky skin, shattering and splitting into a million shards.
A blond weaves his way through the dirty streets, deftly dodging cars and beggars, intent on getting to his destination.
“Please mister, have a heart, give me just a lil’ somethin’, just enough for a piece o’ bread …”
“Please, kind sir, my sister’s sick, coughin’ day n’ night, anything will do …”
But the man had long ago closed off his heart to the pleas of unfortunate children.
And so he walks on.
As the rain crescendos into a roaring downpour, the slim figure continues to slip between squat, grimy buildings, always walking towards his designated target.
Reaching at last the tall cold building, he slips inside without a second glance at the imposing décor and quickly ascends the steps to the top floor, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he mounts stair after stair.
He makes quick work of the lock on the door, picking it with skills acquiring from years of jobs like this, and enters the penthouse silently. He crosses the large living room to approach the bedroom of a man he might have liked to call his lover, once upon a time.
Fumbling slightly with sheath, he sets the tip of the stiletto blade against the dark haired man’s throat. Hesitating slightly, his hand seems to waver uncertainly, but before long his gaze hardens again and he leans forward.
The blond gently brushes his lips against the others. He keeps the knife steady as his target opens his eyes and makes to get up in shock, stabbing himself on the blade. The assassin captures one last bloody kiss as the life fades from those eyes he used to lose himself in.
As he walks back the way he came, the beggars shied away him, scared, no doubt, by the blood still dripping from his lips and his right hand.
Without a backwards glance, Fai walks away from the man that shattered his world with only a few words, breaking him into a million shards that couldn’t be put back together again.
He embraces the feeling of the rain caressing his skin, smoother and gentler than Kurogane had ever been.