Wandering Throughout Worlds (Yami no Matsuei)

Sacrifice AU

A/N: Suicide Attempt TW 

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Standing before the large wooden fence, Tsuzuki clutched a bundle of silk ribbons in his calloused right hand. His body trembled from the harsh winds and rain hitting against his body. Clothing stuck tight to his skin an uncomfortable manner, but he ignored the feeling to rile himself enough to climb over the wall. Throughout his walk toward the abandoned side of town, he argued with himself over jumping off the cliff.

At some point, he almost convinced himself to go back to his home.

Yet, his home became barren after the death of his sister. Once familiar and comforting four walls became cold and frigid. The warm light of his light died from sickness. She was cremated and closed off in a jar, interned in the cemetery mausoleum. He wanted to keep her ashes in his home, but he knew he'd plant himself in his home and never leave. At the very least, he had a place to visit whenever he left home for his part time job.

Even this small solace didn't last him long. His mind spiraled from the loneliness and lack of affection. Ruka always embraced him and kissed his cheek goodbye before she went to work or on her errands. After her death, her garden died along with her. He didn't have her anymore. No one cared for him other than her.

While serving the village elders their drinks, he overheard them arguing about picking a sacrifice through the lesser people of the town. From the destitute to the criminals, they were in the poll to become the savior of the village. No one disputed the audacity of their decision due to their power and not wanting to be selected through their impudence.

Ruka pitied the people chosen throughout the years. She never agreed on using the downtrodden as a sacrifice. The selection became a deterrent to criminals, but there were always a handful who were arrested throughout the year. Meaning, those people were tossed in the ocean for some backwards reason to appease the gods.

That was, if gods existed.

Tsuzuki kept that blasphemous thought inside of his mind where it belonged.

The idea of choosing himself came to mind. He didn't dare think of himself as a martyr. None of the villagers knew of his plans. He made sure to give away his possessions, making it seem he planned on moving on from their town. Easier to hide his shame. He used this dangerous season as an excuse to die without judging eyes. He wanted to join Ruka in the afterlife and be in peace.

Sighing, he shoved the ribbons into his pocket to keep them from flying off. He went to the tree that overshadowed the fence as a base to climb over it. The wet branches made him struggle for a while, almost stopping him from continuing on his act, but he jumped onto the fence, bracing himself onto it to keep himself from falling. He maneuvered himself over the fence and fell onto the grassy floor. His side became dirtied from the slopping wet dirt, making him grimace from ruining his clothing.

Lifting himself up from the floor, he wandered toward he cliffside. His steps staggering the closer he got to the corner. The winds hit him, making him sway while he tried walking on forward. He toughed it out while keeping his hand over his pocket to keep the ribbons inside. As the rain pelted his body, his energy slowed down from the effort.

Stopping at the edge, he looked toward the ocean and large waves crashed against the land. From the high distance, Tsuzuki hoped he died or passed out before he hit the waves. He didn't want to die in pain.

Tsuzuki said in between the howling winds. "I'll be with you soon, nee-san."

Stretching out his arms, Tsuzuki thought of one last prayer before jumping off the cliff.