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The rain seemed to be cleansing her as she lay on the ground, her arms flayed at her sides, while numerous wounds on her body bled, spreading everywhere onto the road. It will heal, she told herself. She just hoped that these would be the last of it. She raised her head a bit to see, if the person who inflicted these injuries was approaching to maybe cause more.
The dark haired man was standing in front of her, looking down upon her battered body with an expression filled of disgust. She looked at his red merciless eyes, not afraid anymore. She was weak and she knew it. She doubted she would survive if he were to strike her down again. Her legs were broken, and although she felt them slowly healing, she knew it would take a while. Was this the end? Was this the pathetic ending of her life? Hope evaded her spirit, and she was left in pain, awaiting pain. More pain.
She began closing her eyes, ready for the last blow that would for sure end things. But it never came. She kept her eyes closed, hoping to just drift away. And she did. Slowly and quietly, she glided into unconscious, never to awaken again.
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Save My Soul (Ayato Kirishima/OC) HIATUS
FanfictionTaken in by the Aogiri Tree, Mori Akame meets the abusive, human-hating Kirishima Ayato. Something sparks between the two and although he firsts thinks of her to be weak and useless, he soon realizes and acknowledges her clever strategies.
