HI, I'm White Thestral! This is my first story, so tell me if you like it, you hate it... Or if I need to seriously refine my writing skills.
Warning: Some blood and gore, maybe a little bit of swearing in future chapters.
Foreword: This story may not make a lot of sense in the first few chapters, but I promise I'll straighten everything out. If you have anything to point out to me, or any helpful hints on how to improve my writing, please tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Sailor Moon or Evanescence
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I am your mind
Giving you someone to talk to
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie
Living for you so you can hide
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday
Chapter 1 : Denial
Blood. There was blood everywhere. The ruby color was drying into a murky red-brown, filling the air with the stench of death. Sora stared at it incomprehensibly, willing it to go away. There was blood on his hands as well, but he made no move to wipe it away.
The source of the blood came from a beautiful girl, her head in his lap, her ocean blues wide with confusion, sadness, and regret. But they were lifeless, glassy and unblinking as well. Her hair, that would have put the sun to shame, was lank and matted with blood and possessed none of its former glory. Her porcelain skin was pale and cut and bruised. The ugly wound, directly beneath her heart, had gone straight through slender body and spilled her blood all over Sora's lap. She was, to all appearances, dead.
No, Sora thought, pushing the idea away, denying the truth. She's just in shock. I'll take her to Aerith, she'll get a healing spell, and we'll be fine. She'll be fine.
He kept repeating that to himself, assuring himself, yet Sora knew, deep in his heart that she would never be alright again. Sora wrapped his arms around his beloved, hoisting her into his arms, careful to keep her head supported. She was limp and cold, but Sora didn't notice.
Sora first saw Leon, leaning against his Gunblade, looking worn and ragged, but Sora didn't care. If Leon was here, Aerith and Yuffie had to be close by. His arms were aching under the girl's dead weight—Stop thinking like that, Sora scolded himself, fighting his panic.
"Leon!" Sora choked as soon as he was in range to be heard. "Leon, help..." But Leon did not move from his position. Sora felt anger swell up inside him. Didn't he understand? She needed help!
"Leon, where's Aerith? She needs a healing spell, now!... Leon?" The older man lifted his head, his eyes dark with sorrow and pain. Sora was taken aback. Since when did stony-faced, cold-hearted Leon feel pain?
He knows, whispered the hated voice in his head that was always right. He knows that she's de-
"I know what you're thinking," Sora began, his voice cracked and trembling, "And you're wrong. She's isn't— she's not—" He couldn't bring himself to say it. Sora clutched his love tighter and buried his face in her hair, crying heartbrokenly, and not even caring that Leon was watching. He didn't even notice that the rain had started to fall once more.
Gentle hands gripped his, prying Serena from his grasp. Sora shook his head, clinging halfheartedly to the empty shell that had once sheltered a beautiful spirit.
"No," Sora mumbled, suddenly dizzy and tired. "You'll hurt her."
"Let her go, Sora," came the reply, still gentle. "Let her go."
The exhaustion, the tears, and the pain caught up to Sora, and he slumped against Leon, weeping shamelessly. The last thing he saw as he passed into unconsciousness was his beloved's glassy eyes, never to dance with life again.
Well, there it is. I hope you people like it. Just so you know, the girl who died is Usagi, and I know anyone who reads this and is a fan of Usagi will hate me for that. I'll find a way to create a happy ending for anyone who's interested in this story. Please don't flame me, this is my first fic.