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ficlet: fortune [Dead or Alive]
Title: fortune
Fandom: Dead or Alive
Pairing: Hayate/Hayabusa
Rating: G
A/N: i re-discovered this little piece a few days ago. i'm not sure when i wrote it - obviously at some point before 2007, and probably before 2006, but i don't know for sure. i tried to see if i posted at my old journal, but didn't find it in either the memories or the tags, so i can only assume i did NOT post it, although that seems strange in retrospect: i posted everything back then. ha. XD
also, i am pretty sure that i was a better writer in 2004/5/6 than i am now. how discouraging!
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Ryu had never thought himself a particularly lucky person, but the fact that his heart and his duty had always followed the same path was something he considered to be good fortune for his part.
At least until now.
Light pooled in sparkling puddles through the windows of the bell tower, near blinding in their brillance. Yet even here--high above the everday functions of the mundane world--he could not escape the call of his destiny. Blinding as the sun was today, its rays were dimmed by a faint film of dust that grew thicker and darker each passing moment; signs of the diseased dreams of the Bankostsu-bo seeping into reality.
It was the heart, Ryu's had been taught, that failed men; it was the heart that birthed longing and desires, the downfall of so many. Duty, justice, destiny: such ideals would never be found wanting, unlike the ever-changing passions of the heart.
He had seen what misery trusting the heart could bring. Kasumi had followed her heart--and now, she was worse than dead in the eyes of her clan, a traitor of the worst kind; the Mugen-Tenshin, bereft of leadership, were easy pickings for the DOATEC. Ryu--alone, with no clan to speak of--could not afford such weakness.
The pool of light he stood in grew dimmer. He could not wait any longer.
Behind him, Ryu heard a low groan of pain from the man he had just defeated, the familar timbre rending him with a bittersweet pleasure, sharper than a blade splitting his skin. Hayate--alive--here--
But it was not his place to save him. His duty lay elsewhere, in the destruction of a dream creature made flesh--not in picking up the shattered pieces of one man's memories.
Still--Ryu waited, back turned so that Hayate would not read the shameful wish of his heart in his eyes.
Remember me.
Fandom: Dead or Alive
Pairing: Hayate/Hayabusa
Rating: G
A/N: i re-discovered this little piece a few days ago. i'm not sure when i wrote it - obviously at some point before 2007, and probably before 2006, but i don't know for sure. i tried to see if i posted at my old journal, but didn't find it in either the memories or the tags, so i can only assume i did NOT post it, although that seems strange in retrospect: i posted everything back then. ha. XD
also, i am pretty sure that i was a better writer in 2004/5/6 than i am now. how discouraging!
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Ryu had never thought himself a particularly lucky person, but the fact that his heart and his duty had always followed the same path was something he considered to be good fortune for his part.
At least until now.
Light pooled in sparkling puddles through the windows of the bell tower, near blinding in their brillance. Yet even here--high above the everday functions of the mundane world--he could not escape the call of his destiny. Blinding as the sun was today, its rays were dimmed by a faint film of dust that grew thicker and darker each passing moment; signs of the diseased dreams of the Bankostsu-bo seeping into reality.
It was the heart, Ryu's had been taught, that failed men; it was the heart that birthed longing and desires, the downfall of so many. Duty, justice, destiny: such ideals would never be found wanting, unlike the ever-changing passions of the heart.
He had seen what misery trusting the heart could bring. Kasumi had followed her heart--and now, she was worse than dead in the eyes of her clan, a traitor of the worst kind; the Mugen-Tenshin, bereft of leadership, were easy pickings for the DOATEC. Ryu--alone, with no clan to speak of--could not afford such weakness.
The pool of light he stood in grew dimmer. He could not wait any longer.
Behind him, Ryu heard a low groan of pain from the man he had just defeated, the familar timbre rending him with a bittersweet pleasure, sharper than a blade splitting his skin. Hayate--alive--here--
But it was not his place to save him. His duty lay elsewhere, in the destruction of a dream creature made flesh--not in picking up the shattered pieces of one man's memories.
Still--Ryu waited, back turned so that Hayate would not read the shameful wish of his heart in his eyes.
Remember me.