He was gripping both her hands as he usually did to help guide her motions whenever they did something new in their occult sessions. Sonia couldn't help but notice how different the contact felt.
"...did something happen to your right hand?" She asked, pointing out that both his hands were bandaged unlike usual.
"Not important." Gundham answered bluntly, his grip around her hands tightening slightly. They were surrounded by deep red candles, Sonia clutching a blade she'd picked out specifically for times like this and pointing it outwards. They almost never used the weapons for their own blood. If something they wanted to try did require blood, Gundham always insisted it be himself. Sonia had not once gotten hurt with these rituals.
Sprawled out in chalk on her bedroom floor was "Doleo. Ego vere conati". Sonia had no idea what it meant, but Gundham seemed to think it had something to do with luck, and he knew more Latin than she ever had time to learn so she trusted him.
The breeder leaned his head on her shoulder. "How do you feel?"
"I am quite alright! I think we have got everything right. So what is next?" Sonia happily went on, glancing back at him.
He hummed for a moment, thinking to himself. "I need you to forgive me, my dark queen."
She was confused for a moment. "Of course I would forgive you, what do you think you have done wrong?" Sonia was always more than happy to listen to whatever Gundham wanted to say. He'd been oddly silent tonight however. Especially since they were in his personal comfort zone. Tanaka hesitated for a long moment, his grip on the hands growing tighter as he seemed to think.
"...this."
It all happened so fast.
She honestly had no idea such pain existed - sharp and breathtaking, she felt like she was choking despite the blow being nowhere near her neck.
"I can not let you go through with your decision."
She must've felt the blade inside herself at least three times before Gundham's hands were removed from her own. Sonia wanted to stop the bleeding. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the blade across the room and demand what Gundham was thinking. But she couldn't. She didn't have the strength to do any of those things.
Gundham stood up, causing the girl to fall on her back. The whole scene looked horrible. He watched as the red liquid stained her clothes, dripping down and beginning to pool beneath her. He could see her life fading away and he knew she had no chance at survival now. He couldn't describe what he was feeling right now.
Her chest was slowly rising and falling, Gundham stood staring until she grew still. Only then did a shiver run through his body. Only then did he turn around to leave. So what if the house burned down with all those candles? It didn't matter now. One less problem, right?
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Withering Head Wounds - Soudam
FanfictionHow long has it been since Gundham started staring at that mechanic? He honestly wasn't sure. What had grabbed his attention first was the boy's abnormalities appearance wise. It's what made him interesting and different - stand out like he was some...
