"Please take care of me". He was around nine years old, maybe.
It was the first time he met his father-idol, kondou-san. He felt his chest squeeze painfully as he watched his sister's retreating back.
The day when he shut his heart and built a wall to confine himself.
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Kondou-san was hugging him.
"Souji, I would never even imagine to call you pitiable."
His emerald eyes widened as he met his hazel eyes. It was shining with admiration and pride....maybe?
"You can express true strength only when you conquer your weakness .souji! You have proved me that."
Thousand emotions raced within him and finally he looked up to meet his hazel gaze.
"Kondou-san, I finally know my purpose."
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He traced his fingers over the uniform that kondou-san gave him. The blue haori was soft and felt comfortable when he wore it.
He glanced around him to see his comrades and brothers-in-arm proudly displaying the similar fitting uniforms uniting them under the same cause, the same flag – makoto.
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He was standing at the center of a dark street, katana drawn his eyebrows raised at the sight in front of him. After a quick glance at his partner- saito hajime, who was standing at his left, he moved to confront the person. His breath caught in his throat at the scene. A person stood, katana in left hand surrounded by the dead 'failed' ones blood dripping from the blade. The moonlight illuminated the outline of the figure, revealing the curved features and tense posture of a woman.
The breeze picked up her hair and she looked like a goddess of death standing there, her narrowed eyes glinting- it was mesmerizing.
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His heart tugged as he saw the look on her face. He already regretted it, but he knew he had no other way.
She loved him, and he too loved her. In fact he loved her too much that it hurt.
He didn't want her to see the truth, the truth that, even though they were made for each other, they were never meant to be together. Not in this lifetime.
He never knew that a day would come when he have to choose. To choose between his selfishness and his father-idol.
And it came. It was so damn painful that he wished he was dead then and there....
It was sin. And he wished to accept it ...alone.
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He looked at the setting sun at the horizon. Supporting his broken self using his katana, he waited until death came to take him away.
He had completed his last mission. A sad smile crept up his face as he started losing the feeling of his own body.
Gasping, he fell down on his back as a sharp pain flared within him. He felt as if his soul was being ripped from his body to be deposited to the depths of hell.
Someone was screaming, and that someone was him. His body thrummed with an invisible electric pain and he felt himself losing all connections to his body and finally he fell through a deep void of darkness.
This was death. His end.
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HAKUOUKI: THE REVERSED FATE (rewritten)
FanfictionEvery ending is the beginning of something and we may or may not be able to witness it, but the impact is inevitable. It is true that our fate, destiny or whatever we name it- is just another thread that binds together with the millions that exist...
