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31_days - July 9
Title: If You Deny This, Then It's Your Fault
Day/Theme: July 9 - but I'll come back to haunt you if I drown
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Sheena, Zelos
Rating: PG-13
Note: God, I have no idea. Me trying to be creepy and failing.And listening to too much A Perfect Circle.
It was like a nightmare. A horrid, sick nightmare. One of the types that you can't wake up from, even if you want to. Sheena had long since hoped she had left those kind of dreams behind - the Volt incident had made her suffer long enough. But, it seemed her mind had other ideas.
The dreams were always of Zelos. Him, on that floor, his blood spilling out all around him. She could still remember the eerie way the lit floor and the faint glow of his wings had lit the blood. She could still remember that damned smirk he had always had on being gone, replaced by a defeated looking smile. Even his rasping breath and still childish laughter hadn't shook her like that smile.
But the dreams, oh the dreams, he always talked to her. Maybe it was payback for how she couldn't stay behind. Or how she had felt that hard clenching of guilt in her chest since they had dealt that final blow on him. But, that's what the dreams were. She was always wracked with panic, like she had been, always trying her hardest to ignore what had become of him. But, there he was, smiling and talking to her, his eyes never leaving her form. Always calling her name, over and over and over.
They were definitely nightmares.
It took her years to grow accustomed to them. To hear his carefree laughter as he bled out on the floor of that damned Tower and not shudder. To ignore that glint in his eyes and not want to run from him screaming. To watch him smile at her and not want to cry.
But the years softened the edge, took away the bite, and she grew quiet in those dreams, merely listening to his voice. Just like it had been in reality, she couldn't escape those dreams. She couldn't escape the fact that he was dead, and she had a hand in it.
It took her years after that to speak back to him. To finally let her voice rise in something other than a horrified scream or a cry. As it began, like it always did, with him bleeding on the floor with his same nonchalant smile, she asked him why. Why she was cursed with seeing him like this, why he didn't leave her alone in her guilt.
He had smiled at her, one that seemed more twisted than his usual ones, and told her plainly, "I told you I'd haunt you."
She had stifled the want to scream. "I guess I deserve that. After what we did to you."
That smile didn't move from his face. "I'm glad you agree."
It was only after the growing passage of years that she learned to accept those bloody images. She tried to enjoy the dreams, despite how she could still feel the fear shudder down her spine. If anything, he was making up for lost time, she felt.
Perhaps that's why the eerie smile on Kuchinawa's face didn't bother her too much. Or the fall from the cliff.
She had time to make up for, too.
Day/Theme: July 9 - but I'll come back to haunt you if I drown
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Sheena, Zelos
Rating: PG-13
Note: God, I have no idea. Me trying to be creepy and failing.
It was like a nightmare. A horrid, sick nightmare. One of the types that you can't wake up from, even if you want to. Sheena had long since hoped she had left those kind of dreams behind - the Volt incident had made her suffer long enough. But, it seemed her mind had other ideas.
The dreams were always of Zelos. Him, on that floor, his blood spilling out all around him. She could still remember the eerie way the lit floor and the faint glow of his wings had lit the blood. She could still remember that damned smirk he had always had on being gone, replaced by a defeated looking smile. Even his rasping breath and still childish laughter hadn't shook her like that smile.
But the dreams, oh the dreams, he always talked to her. Maybe it was payback for how she couldn't stay behind. Or how she had felt that hard clenching of guilt in her chest since they had dealt that final blow on him. But, that's what the dreams were. She was always wracked with panic, like she had been, always trying her hardest to ignore what had become of him. But, there he was, smiling and talking to her, his eyes never leaving her form. Always calling her name, over and over and over.
They were definitely nightmares.
It took her years to grow accustomed to them. To hear his carefree laughter as he bled out on the floor of that damned Tower and not shudder. To ignore that glint in his eyes and not want to run from him screaming. To watch him smile at her and not want to cry.
But the years softened the edge, took away the bite, and she grew quiet in those dreams, merely listening to his voice. Just like it had been in reality, she couldn't escape those dreams. She couldn't escape the fact that he was dead, and she had a hand in it.
It took her years after that to speak back to him. To finally let her voice rise in something other than a horrified scream or a cry. As it began, like it always did, with him bleeding on the floor with his same nonchalant smile, she asked him why. Why she was cursed with seeing him like this, why he didn't leave her alone in her guilt.
He had smiled at her, one that seemed more twisted than his usual ones, and told her plainly, "I told you I'd haunt you."
She had stifled the want to scream. "I guess I deserve that. After what we did to you."
That smile didn't move from his face. "I'm glad you agree."
It was only after the growing passage of years that she learned to accept those bloody images. She tried to enjoy the dreams, despite how she could still feel the fear shudder down her spine. If anything, he was making up for lost time, she felt.
Perhaps that's why the eerie smile on Kuchinawa's face didn't bother her too much. Or the fall from the cliff.
She had time to make up for, too.