White magician

The Final battle... Is this farewell?

Buranku knew his plan would succeed but it would take time to plan. He picked up a broadsword that fell out of a cabinet. He slashed at the beast struggling to make an opening for Shuí. Once the opening had been created the sword holding the deformed creatures hands above Buranku's head Shuí sent a torrent of water at the beast sending crashing into a wall. Buranku struck the beast like lightning his a lightning rod. The force cut into Kyo's thick grimy flesh yet not deep enough to stop the raging, blood lusting 'thing' that stood before them. Buranku knew his only choice.

Buranku struck the monster many times until it wobbled. Buranku set on fire causing what little was left of Kyo to combust. Before Buranku faded he turned to Shuï. "Shu.... thank you... thank you for being my sun... thank you for being my moon... thank you for being my family... thank you for being there... don't let the death of a friend cause your life to end...because...I love you and I will take those feelings to my grave... and I want you to live life to the fullest..." Buranku began shedding tears and forced a smile before he turned to ashes to which Shuí held close uncaring about the remains that stained her white clothes or dirtied up her face. "Bura... I love you too...." she cried also carrying Buranku's remains to her home town. She placed them in a pot and created a shrine for Buranku the boy who stole her heart and gave her joy. This throbbing pain in her heart the hole in her life the abyss that manifested her very essence would never be fixed. Because Buranku wasn't just some passing person in her life. He was her life, she knew that boy changed her life. But she never knew an individual could be so significant to another until the day she lost her everything.