Short Stories

Rescue Me

Authors Note
This is for the people who read Frozen Storm, which I discontinued. I may actually return to that story. But for now here's a rushed version of how everything was going to turn out.

She was drunk, she was covered in cuts. Arms, legs, and the room was a disaster. The table laid on its side, the sofa torn apart, glass and sake was all over the floor. She looked like a wreak, her normally black combed out hair with her slightly dyed bangs were no longer neat. The girl stumbled up onto her feet,

"Ziakira... What do you have to live for? I... I can't take this pressure... It hurts..." She muttered to herself as she stumbled to the door using the wall as a support. She wanted to leave, she wanted to get out of her depressing miserable life. She had no other thought but the one night, the one night she couldn't save her... Her sister Kozakura.

She slowly made her way out of the room, dragging along her sword as well, leaving a small trail of blood from the fresh wounds from the glass. Her eyes had bags under them, her depression about her sister's death had taken a toll on her as she slowly dragged herself farther and farther away from the office she destroyed in her drunken state. As she walked outside she felt the cool breeze blow on her, she thought of just joining it. Joining the wind, falling down off the roof of a building. Death didn't sound so bad to her anymore. She'd get to see Kozakura again.

She continued walking, not even noticing the moving figure following her, watching her every move, as she slowly made her way to the spot she would say goodbye, forever.

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"Oh I hope she's alright," He muttered to himself as he ran back to his office. He'd been so worried about her. Ever since her sister was killed that night she became a depressed wreak. He tried to help by giving her a notebook to write in, though, because of all of his work he wasn't able to pay much attention to her. He hated the thought of leaving her alone in the office to go to the Captain's meeting. Though he had no choice in the matter, he had to go.  As he ran back he slowly began picking up speed, his worries becoming worse with every step. He then made it to his office and slid open the door.

"What...?" He couldn't believe what he was seeing, the room looked as if a tornado went through it. Papers were scattered everywhere, bloody hand prints were left on the walls. The scent of sake reeked in the room. Scattered broken shards of glass laid throughout the room.

"Ziakira! Where are you?!" He called worriedly. She was no where in sight, and the thought of Zia disappearing sent a spear right through Toshrio.
"I left her alone... She couldn't handle herself..." He looked through the room and noticed the blood trail heading back out the door he entered from. He quickly picked up on the fact she left the office. He walked back out to see the blood trail he quickly followed it, not wanting to waste another second.

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She managed to drag herself up onto the roof of the small building. She looked out at the dark peaceful city. The area she walked to was her own home, she rested on the roof, remembering her own friend who would take a bottle of sake and rest on his own roof just to watch over. She smiled and thought back of all the good times she's had throughout her life, though not as long... She still had a good one. She slowly reached over to her sword and took it by its hilt, the spirit residing within whined with sadness, it's unhappiness with its master's dicision was clear.

"It's alright Arashinouma, my electric horse. It will be over soon," she whispered to the sword slowly getting up. She lifted the sword up to her chest, holding it over her heart. She looked out over the city, while some candle lights could be seen through various houses. She smiled and whispered,