Nhazul Hatake did not start out as a cold and violent individual, only through the act of pain, agony, weakness and betrayal, did he start to become cold...In order to return home to his sister. He swore he won't let anyone or anything stand in his...
Elsewhere, soon blinding light around Shizuku faded. She quickly glanced around at her surroundings confused.
Shizuku: Kaori?
Kaori had been close enough to touch when they'd entered the gate of light, but she was nowhere to be seen now. Neither was anyone else. Shizuku was alone, at the entrance to a single corridor of ice.
???: We'll always be alone.
Shizuku: Ah!
Chills ran down Shizuku's spine. She glanced about, searching for the source of the voice. But no matter where she looked, all she saw was herself. She felt her heart squeeze up. How weak can you get? Freaking out the moment you end up alone?
Shizuku: Hatake...
Still, she ended up unconsciously calling out Nhazul's name. That ended up surprising her even more than the fact that she'd gotten so weak. Panicking, she kept telling herself it was just a slip of the tongue and didn't mean anything.
There was no one else to protect her here. Besides, Shizuku Yaegashi herself was meant to be protecting others, not being protected. That was how it had been all this time. And that was how it would continue to be.
Shizuku: So I'm fine...
Shizuku squeezed her eyes shut and slapped her cheeks. She was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic in trying to pep herself up, as her slap echoed loudly down the hallway.
Aa Shizuku walked down the corridor. Her back was straight, and she was looking aloof and dignified.
Shizuku's thoughts: I'm fine. I'll be fine...
She told herself that over and over as she gripped the hilt of her katana to calm herself.
Shizuku: Wait, that's...
Finally, she spotted a faint light at the end of the corridor. As she got closer she realized she was looking at a large room with a giant ice tree glowing at its center. At the base of the tree trunk, she spotted a humanoid figure. Thinking it was one of her comrades, Shizuku smiled in relief and sprinted forward. But it wasn't.
???: Welcome, me..
Shizuku: W-What...?
A shiver ran down her spine, and Shizuku ground to a halt. It wasn't one of her comrades waiting for her. But it wasn't a stranger either. It was someone who shouldn't have existed.
Shizuku: Why are you here? You're just supposed to be-
???: A dream?
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The figure grinned at Shizuku. Standing in front of her was the "White Shizuku" she'd only seen in her dreams. Her ponytail was pure white, as was her porcelain skin. Even the katana at her waist and the clothes she wore were white. Only her eyes were gleaming a dark crimson. Shizuku's nightmare had come to life.
