Broken - Raekkuno oneshots

Mafia - the brown eyes

There wasn't any pain, even though he could feel something heavy on his chest.

He opened his eyes. Was this blinding white light from heaven or hell?

Then he looked down. Hair of blonde. Dyed in red. Crimson red.

In his peripheral, another cyan figure was also lying.

He turned the red body around. A bullet. Through the stomach.

Her eyes were opened.

"Rae..."

She blinked, signalling that she was still alive.

"Does it hurt?"

Her head slightly tilted to the left, then to the right.

He nodded.

Tenderly, he stroked her hair to the side, so that he could see her entire face. Skin smooth, nose upright, lips thin. But his favourite had always been the eyes. Sclera as clear as a mirror. Light brown iris with black outline. He had always liked those, but had never had the chance to observe them. Now he felt in love with those eyes, but would never see them again.

She raised her right hand and laid it on Sykkuno's face. Some crystals were shining from the dark brown eyes which she had always adored. She wiped them away as the crystals started rolling down his cheeks, smiling.

"Rae...Why?" The voice was trembling again. She didn't know which one she loved more, those eyes or the comforting voice?

"Syk, I promised, remember, not to let you die?"

"But-"

"Sshhhhh...Iet me have the silence."

They stared at each other. Frozen. Sykkuno leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

When he leaned back up after a few seconds, the light in her eyes disappeared. 

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A squad of fully armed people rushed into his sight. 20 riffles raised at him at the same time.

He held Rae in his hands and stood up. 

"Shoot."

20 faces, confused.

"Shoot me!"

Silence.

"Go ahead! Do it! You have the guns, nothing difficult, PULL THE TRIGGER! JUST FREAKING SHOOT ME! RIGHT HERE! INTO MY HEART! AS IF I CARE!!!"

20 fingers fixed on the trigger. None of which moved a single inch.

Desperate, Sykkuno knelt onto the ground with a huge thud. His body was shaking so violently that the ripples started to form in the sea of blood, draining into his trousers. A few drops dripped down the vent.

One person lowered his gun. One by one the gunpoints pointed down. 

The silence lasted for a very long time.