KILL LOG; ICHIGO

[reapertoire]

[ on a lovely thursday night in shibuya, this exchange can be heard:

ichigo: hey mary let me see what you have
mary: A KNIFE!!
ichigo: NO!!!!

oh my god where did she get the knife ]

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[bladeisme]

[He can barely move his hand when she reaches for him, even the trembling having stopped by now. His heart is barely moving anymore, darkness encroaching his vision, but he still, still clings to what little life he has left to smile gently at her, moving his pinky just enough to be a proper pinky promise.]

It's....a promise...

[She's fading, turning into a blur of gold and red and two spots of blue in the middle of her face, unable to see her expression, her voice sounding so far away.]

...If....you break it........you'll have.....to swallow.....a thousand....needles.....

[His voice gets fainter, eyes dropping half-closed.

The last thoughts he has is apologies - to Mary, to Undine, Alex, Lenka...Akira...so sorry that he can't help them anymore, can't be there for them for the last weeks they have left in this game.

And he prays - to whoever watches, to whoever's willing to listen to someone as steeped in sin and blood as he is - that this will all have a happy ending.

Even if he's the only one who's left out from it, then...that's alright.

Please...that's all I want.]

...Don't...for...get...it...

[ah-





He stops breathing.
His heart stops moving.
His hand goes limp in hers.




He's gone.]

[withsadness]

[If her hand was stronger, it could have held his forever. But it falls, dead and heavy, back to the ground. There's nothing there. Mary lays against him in silence, and waits for him to say something, but the silence and the cold stretches on, longer and slower and heavier. Wiping her eyes with a trembling hand, Mary sits up to look down at him, searching his face.]

Ichigo?

[withsadness]

Hey...wake up. Wake up, okay?

[She cups his face in her hands. Her eyes dart over his cold, lifeless features, the look on his eyes far-away and unseeing. Mary...starts to laugh. It's a hiccup, first, a bubble of latent hysteria that emboldens itself into a roar of giggling.]

Aha...hahaha! It's okay! It's okay! Stop joking! There's no way I actually could have...not all by myself! It couldn't be so easy, because you're so strong and so lovely and so good, you know? Hey, say something! Ichigo, smile! Smile at me! SmILe aT Me!

[Her fingers reach his lips and press them into a thin mockery of a smile, but it's no good. It's wrong. It's not him. He's not here with her anymore.]

[withsadness]

[Mary lets go of him. She stares down at his pale face, grabs at her hair, reels back, and screams.]

AaAAaaAaaAaAAAAaaaAAAUGH!!!!

[With no one there yet to see, Mary's wings spread out from her back, shadowing the two of them. Ichigo Kurosaki had been erased by a Reaper.]