❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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The silence that filled Shinobu's home, now repurposed as a clinic, was thick and oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of floorboards or the faint rustle of fabric as healers moved about. The half-breed girl sat in a corner, her eyes fixed on the door behind which Rengoku was being treated. Every second felt like an eternity, the waiting gnawing at her patience and heightening her anxiety.
Her own injuries throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a painful reminder of the brutal battle they had faced. Cuts and bruises marred her skin, but she had the advantage of healing slightly faster than humans. Despite this, the wounds were still a testament to the ferocity of the fight, and she felt the sting with every breath, every movement.
But physical pain was secondary to the turmoil inside her. She could endure the aches and bruises; what she couldn't easily bear was the uncertainty of Rengoku's fate. Her thoughts were a whirlpool of worry and guilt, replaying the battle over and over, wondering if she could have done more, fought harder, been faster.
The clinic was a place of contrasts. The faint scent of herbs and antiseptic lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the wooden floors and walls. It was a place meant for healing, for recovery, but the current silence was anything but peaceful. It was the heavy, expectant quiet of people holding their breath, waiting for news that could change everything.
She shifted slightly, wincing as a particularly sharp pain shot through her side. Her hand instinctively went to the bandage wrapped around her torso, but she quickly withdrew it. She couldn't afford to focus on herself, not when Rengoku's condition was still uncertain. Her accelerated healing would see her through; right now, her concern was solely for her friend.
Time seemed to stretch and warp in the silent room. Every tick of the clock was a stark reminder of the passing moments, each one filled with the weight of unspoken fears and hopes. The healers moved with quiet efficiency, their faces masks of calm professionalism, but she could see the tension in their eyes, the worry they tried to hide.
Finally, the door to the treatment room opened, and Shinobu stepped out. The half-breed girl immediately stood, ignoring the protest of her injuries. Shinobu's expression was calm, but her eyes conveyed a mix of emotions. Relief, concern, and determination all flickered across her face as she approached.
"Rengoku is stable," Shinobu said softly, her voice a balm to the girl's frayed nerves. "His injuries were severe, but he is strong. He will need time to recover, but he will survive."
A wave of relief washed over the half-breed girl, her legs almost giving way beneath her. She felt the tension that had coiled within her release, leaving her feeling light-headed and unsteady. Tears she hadn't realized she was holding back welled up in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away.
