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Jan. 13th, 2005 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tacticianFandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo
Genre: Drama
Characters: Yukimura, Saizou, Sasuke
Warnings: Historical spoilers; may not apply to actual series. Uneditted.
Saizou drifts in and out of consciousness on the hard wooden floor that stinks of blood. His chest flutters painfully as he struggles to breathe under broken ribs and his bandages are soaked. Fire crackles around them, painting the night a hopeless crimson. This is the last place they can hide in; this will be the last place they ever hide in.
Yukimura sits on the porch and watches everything burn. Sasuke’s bandaged head is cradled on his lap as he runs weary fingers through the matted hair until his nails are stained scarlet. Sasuke’s one uncovered eye is closed while the eyelid twitches as the boy dreams nightmares full of death.
Kosuke had been first. They had expected it and she had known, donning his clothes the night before the battle with a sad and resigned smile. Jinpachi and Kamanosuke had told them to run ahead and find somewhere safe, while a charging army approached. Looking over his shoulder, Yukimura saw them grinning. They waved goodbye.
His armor is chipped, scratched and about to shatter. His battle clothes are torn and there is soot marring his sleek face. He ignores the sting coming from the deep cut in his stomach but it shoots bolts of pain up his broken body when he coughs from the black smoke. Behind him, Saizou turns his head to look at his master’s silhouette. “Yukimura-sama, how do you feel?”
Yukimura smiles. Before him, Sasuke draws in a barely audible breath and stills. In the distance, a man yells and footsteps echo. “I wish I had some sake,” he says.
Genre: Drama
Characters: Yukimura, Saizou, Sasuke
Warnings: Historical spoilers; may not apply to actual series. Uneditted.
Saizou drifts in and out of consciousness on the hard wooden floor that stinks of blood. His chest flutters painfully as he struggles to breathe under broken ribs and his bandages are soaked. Fire crackles around them, painting the night a hopeless crimson. This is the last place they can hide in; this will be the last place they ever hide in.
Yukimura sits on the porch and watches everything burn. Sasuke’s bandaged head is cradled on his lap as he runs weary fingers through the matted hair until his nails are stained scarlet. Sasuke’s one uncovered eye is closed while the eyelid twitches as the boy dreams nightmares full of death.
Kosuke had been first. They had expected it and she had known, donning his clothes the night before the battle with a sad and resigned smile. Jinpachi and Kamanosuke had told them to run ahead and find somewhere safe, while a charging army approached. Looking over his shoulder, Yukimura saw them grinning. They waved goodbye.
His armor is chipped, scratched and about to shatter. His battle clothes are torn and there is soot marring his sleek face. He ignores the sting coming from the deep cut in his stomach but it shoots bolts of pain up his broken body when he coughs from the black smoke. Behind him, Saizou turns his head to look at his master’s silhouette. “Yukimura-sama, how do you feel?”
Yukimura smiles. Before him, Sasuke draws in a barely audible breath and stills. In the distance, a man yells and footsteps echo. “I wish I had some sake,” he says.