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reversedfate[So, after a while, Fuuma's exhaustion finally gets the best of him, and he falls asleep.
Now he's wishing he were still awake. Not that he can tell at this point. Fuuma's looking around wildly, Shinken drawn. He can feel him here. Now it was just a matter of time until he found him.
He's moving along the wasteland, jaw clenched. No, he couldn't be too late, that was impossible. But the city was in ruins, everything looked so...dead. It was taking a lot for him to keep calm, but he had to. For everyone else's sake. He had to keep his temper under control, otherwise he'd never be able to protect anyone.
It's not until he reaches the ruins of Tokyo Tower that he notices something. Someone laying on the metal beam. With a surprised grunt, he leaps up there, only to nearly double over and throw up at the sight. It's Sorata and Arashi, both decapitated. Fuuma's eyes widen, one hand at his mouth] N-no... [He keeps looking, and there's Yuzuriha...Aoki...even-] AME!
[He quickly moves to where he sees her prone form, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. Body's cold, and rigor mortis has already set in.] A-Ame... [He's clearly in tears, even if this was a nightmare, it seemed too real. He can feel hot tears streaking down his face, but he can't help it. That and by this point, he doesn't care. It's not until he feels the cool metal of a blade pressed at his neck that he notices, and he lets out a shockwave of energy, slowly standing as he turns to glare Kamui.
And his eyes are blazing.]
[Fuuma jerks awake with a start, noticing that he's back in the room] Wh-was it only a dream...?
[An amused voice from behind him:] "No. It's no dream...Fuuma." [He chuckles, holding up something. Fuuma's eyes widen, and then there's a concussive blast through the room: What he was holding was what looked to be Ame's head]
You...
Now he's wishing he were still awake. Not that he can tell at this point. Fuuma's looking around wildly, Shinken drawn. He can feel him here. Now it was just a matter of time until he found him.
He's moving along the wasteland, jaw clenched. No, he couldn't be too late, that was impossible. But the city was in ruins, everything looked so...dead. It was taking a lot for him to keep calm, but he had to. For everyone else's sake. He had to keep his temper under control, otherwise he'd never be able to protect anyone.
It's not until he reaches the ruins of Tokyo Tower that he notices something. Someone laying on the metal beam. With a surprised grunt, he leaps up there, only to nearly double over and throw up at the sight. It's Sorata and Arashi, both decapitated. Fuuma's eyes widen, one hand at his mouth] N-no... [He keeps looking, and there's Yuzuriha...Aoki...even-] AME!
[He quickly moves to where he sees her prone form, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. Body's cold, and rigor mortis has already set in.] A-Ame... [He's clearly in tears, even if this was a nightmare, it seemed too real. He can feel hot tears streaking down his face, but he can't help it. That and by this point, he doesn't care. It's not until he feels the cool metal of a blade pressed at his neck that he notices, and he lets out a shockwave of energy, slowly standing as he turns to glare Kamui.
And his eyes are blazing.]
[Fuuma jerks awake with a start, noticing that he's back in the room] Wh-was it only a dream...?
[An amused voice from behind him:] "No. It's no dream...Fuuma." [He chuckles, holding up something. Fuuma's eyes widen, and then there's a concussive blast through the room: What he was holding was what looked to be Ame's head]
You...
