[Those words sound cruel. Like a child about to break something because they don't understand how fragile it is, only that this will cause the drama they're looking for.
So he turns the blade to stab Kiku instead. Partially because this is punishment for Tsuru not playing properly, and partially because he wants to see what happens.]
(The words are cruel. They're so surprisingly cruel what happens next shouldn't be one at all. Always calm and always cool, even in the most chaotic of situations, the look in his eyes is less desperation and more determination as he tries to pick himself back up. His hand, sensitive from fire, offer barely any support. He can hardly lift himself up
And Rin stabs Kiku.
Tsurumaru yells. He lets out a pained cry and crumbles to the ground in a heap. He can't even look at Rin right now. The pain is so much, his vision is completely white and everything goes silent. There's just the roar of fire around him but instead of feeling the burning heat... he just feels cold.
Kiku, meanwhile, goes completely tense and then still in Rin's hands. Once spread wings fall to her side and any fight she had drains from her. In the place where the blade had made contact, gold dust begins to tickle. Feathers fall, turning to dust. It seems painfully slow, the way she dies in his hold. As soon as he pulls the sword from her, she'll dissolve completely, leaving behind only a pile of dust.)
[The demon cares little for the pain Tsuru is in. He doesn't even realize what he's done yet. And even when he does, he won't care so much. Tsuru should have protected his daemon if it was that important.
Rinkou whines from her spot under the table, wanting to nudge at Tsuru but at the same time not wanting to get hurt. She stays there, huddled up in anxiety, as the demon lets go of Kiku and strides over to where Tsuru is.
He nudges Tsuru over with his foot, trying to roll him onto his back.]
I guess you're too weak after all.
[he sounds almost disappointed. Like a child who has broken its plaything.
And then he stands over Tsuru and drives the sword into his chest.]
(Kiku doesn't even touch the ground. She just dissolves into a pile of gold dust in the fire.
Tsurumaru, meanwhile, barely registers that he's been kicked. The next thing he knows, he's on his back and Rin is standing over him. He feels like he can barely breathe-- like his lungs are filling with smoke.
He looks up at Rin, eyes searching his. His mouth opens and what comes out is a quiet, raspy,)
Rin--
(And then he's stabbed. He can only look up at Rin as his sword begins to crack.)
Hmm? I didn't know this would happen. Interesting...
[One final bit of cruelty for the road is that the demon seems more interested in how Tsuru's sword is cracking then in the pain he's experiencing. But he doesn't get to watch for long before his face contorts in pain and irritation.]
[The eyes shift back to a more familiar shape, and suddenly the controlled cruelty of the demon changes to an exhausted, panting, but more familiar face.]
Tsu- Tsuru-!
[Give him a moment, Rin has to catch his breath. And his eyes are going wide with horror as he realizes just what is going on right in front of him.]
(Honestly, he can barely see Rin. The only reason he knows what's going on is that he can hear him. It sounds startling clear considering how muffled everything else is. He can only look in Rin's direction, eyes unable to focus. There's that flash of white hair still. Is it really him? It has to be.
He heard him.
Or did he imagine that?
Ah, regardless, it's nicer to think things will be fine.
[No, no this can't be happening. Rin refuses to accept it.
Rin pulls the sword and tosses it aside, paying no attention to where it falls or how it breaks. The fires die down too, leaving the room smoky but not nearly as hot as it was moments ago.
Pulling out the sword proves to be a problem though, because now there's blood and Rin starts to panic as he puts his hands over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.]
It's- you'll be okay Tsuru, I'll take care of you! We just- need a healer-
[But the doors are locked and Tsuru is fading fast.]
(He winces as the sword is drawn from him. His sword shatters and really, if he had the strength, he would laugh. First Kiku and then his sword... it's like every piece of him is really breaking now.
He can't tell if his chest feels warm or cold. He can't really feel anymore.
So this is how it ends.
Ah, until the end, his life was filled with surprises.
He thinks about the master who summoned him. The one who gave him this body that he's failed to protect. He recalls his friends and companions--
The surprise he felt when he saw Kara, Mitsu, and Sada again. Being able to eat Mitsu's meals, fighting next to Kara, playing games with Sada. Drinking tea with Mikazuki and Uguisumaru. Pulling Kogitsunemaru's hair. He saw Ichigo with his brothers. Tch, he even saw that oni again...
He told his master he would be back. He promised he would return. In some ways, there's peace in knowing they'll be able to continue their days normally for a while longer if only because they expected him to be away for some time. Wha ta bummer, though. He really wanted to return and see their faces when he returned to them better than he is now.
This isn't where he thought he would be. He was supposed to be somewhere else. But he doesn't regret the people he's met here, either. Yes, he doesn't even regret meeting the boy on top of him right now, the one trying so desperately to save his life.
It isn't going to work. Kiku is gone. His sword is destroyed. His death is certain.
What's Rin even saying now? It sounds like he's under water. )
[Rin is babbling by now, mostly in weepy pleas to Tsuru to hold on, that he'll get help. But help won't come tonight, he knows it. This is the end.
Even as he watches Tsuru fade out of consciousness, Rin refuses to let go. He grabs onto the sides of Tsuru's face, trying to hold him right there like it will make any difference.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry! This is all my fault! But please, don't go...don't leave...!
[There's tears falling onto Tsuru now too. A bitter rain to put out the blazing fires.]
(He can't hear but he can guess what's being said.
Rin touches his face and there's a warm feeling that catches inside him and spreads. Is this an effect of the curse for this week still? He's felt this all week... this desire to be held. He still feels it and it's just enough to make him smile with the last of his strength.)
... It wasn't... my intention to surprise you in this fashion...
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Date: 2021-10-28 12:27 am (UTC)[Those words sound cruel. Like a child about to break something because they don't understand how fragile it is, only that this will cause the drama they're looking for.
So he turns the blade to stab Kiku instead. Partially because this is punishment for Tsuru not playing properly, and partially because he wants to see what happens.]
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Date: 2021-10-28 01:55 am (UTC)And Rin stabs Kiku.
Tsurumaru yells. He lets out a pained cry and crumbles to the ground in a heap. He can't even look at Rin right now. The pain is so much, his vision is completely white and everything goes silent. There's just the roar of fire around him but instead of feeling the burning heat... he just feels cold.
Kiku, meanwhile, goes completely tense and then still in Rin's hands. Once spread wings fall to her side and any fight she had drains from her. In the place where the blade had made contact, gold dust begins to tickle. Feathers fall, turning to dust. It seems painfully slow, the way she dies in his hold. As soon as he pulls the sword from her, she'll dissolve completely, leaving behind only a pile of dust.)
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Date: 2021-10-28 03:49 am (UTC)Rinkou whines from her spot under the table, wanting to nudge at Tsuru but at the same time not wanting to get hurt. She stays there, huddled up in anxiety, as the demon lets go of Kiku and strides over to where Tsuru is.
He nudges Tsuru over with his foot, trying to roll him onto his back.]
I guess you're too weak after all.
[he sounds almost disappointed. Like a child who has broken its plaything.
And then he stands over Tsuru and drives the sword into his chest.]
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Date: 2021-10-28 05:11 am (UTC)Tsurumaru, meanwhile, barely registers that he's been kicked. The next thing he knows, he's on his back and Rin is standing over him. He feels like he can barely breathe-- like his lungs are filling with smoke.
He looks up at Rin, eyes searching his. His mouth opens and what comes out is a quiet, raspy,)
Rin--
(And then he's stabbed. He can only look up at Rin as his sword begins to crack.)
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Date: 2021-10-28 12:06 pm (UTC)[One final bit of cruelty for the road is that the demon seems more interested in how Tsuru's sword is cracking then in the pain he's experiencing. But he doesn't get to watch for long before his face contorts in pain and irritation.]
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Date: 2021-10-28 12:08 pm (UTC)Tsu- Tsuru-!
[Give him a moment, Rin has to catch his breath. And his eyes are going wide with horror as he realizes just what is going on right in front of him.]
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Date: 2021-10-28 01:00 pm (UTC)He heard him.
Or did he imagine that?
Ah, regardless, it's nicer to think things will be fine.
He manages a shaky smile,)
... caught you.
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Date: 2021-10-28 01:17 pm (UTC)Oh, how those words make his heart ache.]
No!
[No, no this can't be happening. Rin refuses to accept it.
Rin pulls the sword and tosses it aside, paying no attention to where it falls or how it breaks. The fires die down too, leaving the room smoky but not nearly as hot as it was moments ago.
Pulling out the sword proves to be a problem though, because now there's blood and Rin starts to panic as he puts his hands over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.]
It's- you'll be okay Tsuru, I'll take care of you! We just- need a healer-
[But the doors are locked and Tsuru is fading fast.]
You'll be alright-!
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Date: 2021-10-28 01:44 pm (UTC)He can't tell if his chest feels warm or cold. He can't really feel anymore.
So this is how it ends.
Ah, until the end, his life was filled with surprises.
He thinks about the master who summoned him. The one who gave him this body that he's failed to protect. He recalls his friends and companions--
The surprise he felt when he saw Kara, Mitsu, and Sada again. Being able to eat Mitsu's meals, fighting next to Kara, playing games with Sada. Drinking tea with Mikazuki and Uguisumaru. Pulling Kogitsunemaru's hair. He saw Ichigo with his brothers. Tch, he even saw that oni again...
He told his master he would be back. He promised he would return. In some ways, there's peace in knowing they'll be able to continue their days normally for a while longer if only because they expected him to be away for some time. Wha ta bummer, though. He really wanted to return and see their faces when he returned to them better than he is now.
This isn't where he thought he would be. He was supposed to be somewhere else. But he doesn't regret the people he's met here, either. Yes, he doesn't even regret meeting the boy on top of him right now, the one trying so desperately to save his life.
It isn't going to work. Kiku is gone. His sword is destroyed. His death is certain.
What's Rin even saying now? It sounds like he's under water. )
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Date: 2021-10-28 02:33 pm (UTC)Even as he watches Tsuru fade out of consciousness, Rin refuses to let go. He grabs onto the sides of Tsuru's face, trying to hold him right there like it will make any difference.]
I'm sorry...I'm sorry! This is all my fault! But please, don't go...don't leave...!
[There's tears falling onto Tsuru now too. A bitter rain to put out the blazing fires.]
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Date: 2021-10-28 02:43 pm (UTC)Rin touches his face and there's a warm feeling that catches inside him and spreads. Is this an effect of the curse for this week still? He's felt this all week... this desire to be held. He still feels it and it's just enough to make him smile with the last of his strength.)
... It wasn't... my intention to surprise you in this fashion...
(And his eyes lose light and finally, they close.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga is dead.)