076 : Broken Pieces

BlackStar lethargically blinked his green eyes that weren't even a fraction as vibrant as usual. He tried to focus his eyesight, the edges were blurred; and in the far reaches of his mind he noticed how stunning it was to see like this. He first wiggled his toes, almost grinning as he felt all ten digits move easily. The skilled assassin curled his toes up into his feet out of habit to bound up, and then began to move his arms.

After a grunt and puff of exhaled air, he had lifted himself up from his down position on the ground to hover in place in a position that made him think about doing push-ups. Feeling the pressure on his knees and palms of his muscle-weighed body, he was about to attempt to sit up to lean back on his legs when suddenly something caught his eye directly in front of him on the ground.

It was an uncomplicated red dot.

He knew he was bleeding, the main reason why his senses of the world was skewed. As he watched another drop of blood spray itself on the ground, he wondered when he'd gotten an injury that would make him bleed from his head.

Seeing a third, and then fourth, bead of blood splatter on the ground, he was suddenly transfixed in them.

Because they looked, in his blurred vision, like petals.

Beautiful Tsubaki petals.

Suddenly the idea of getting up on his knees to assess the damage around him, and that inflicted on him by his deceased enemy, seemed trivial. Unimportant. His eye were now only transfixed as he continued to watch his blood fall, to watch his hallucination of falling beauty.

Yet soon it had pooled; it was now a full flower.

Not thinking straight, he moved one of his hands to reach out for it, causing his other arm to buckle and for him to fall into what he had been grabbing for. Groaning, he used the scrapes of what was left of his will power to position himself up again; but it was all for naught as the flower had been splattered.

Shattered.

He didn't lower himself down gently, but simply let himself fall, hard, a second time.

BlackStar drowned his ground-laid head in thoughts of where, and how, his partner was doing. She had been deeply wounded and so wasn't able to function as a weapon, so he had ordered her to stay back while he dealt with the boss.

Was she alright?

Was she safe?

Closing his eyes, he dearly hoped so; it seemed that's all that mattered at the moment. The fading youth hoped that she wasn't like the blood flower or himself; destroyed.

A/N: Have I done intensedying!angst for this drabble series yet...? No? Well, here you gooo! Now excuse me as I go on a 4 day fishing/camping trip- hoozahhh!