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Drabble #38
Prompt: #62: Melancholy
Fandom: Senkaiden Houshin Engi
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Notes: SPOILER ALERT!!!
A little addition to the weird scene right after Fugen's death, when he and Taikoubou are talking in that black background and stuff.
Taikoubou stared at Fugen's back in silence. In the suddenness of what he had just seen, everything seemed to freeze. Bunchuu, Suupuushan, the war, everything vanished to black except for the figure before him. He tried to make sense of what they had just said, of Fugen's reasons behind this sacrifice, but all it did was make him even more angry at him. His fists stayed clenched and his grit his teeth, wanting to take those two steps forward and punch Fugen in the face. But instead they both stood in complete silence, until finally, Fugen spoke, still not turning his head to look at Taikoubou.
"I wish it could have been different, Bou-chan...we're both young...we could have had all the time in the world. There's still so much I wanted to do...I wanted to see Mokutaku grow up, I wanted to help Kongrong thrive as a school...most of all there was so much more I wanted to do with you, Bou-chan...I still have so many secrets to tell and things to do...
But you know as well as I do that we can't escape fate. Bou-chan has the Houshin Project...and I have this."
"But why?!" Taikoubou interrupted, "Who said you were the one who had to die? There are other ways...we could have.....we could have......." he trailed off. He couldn't think of another way to defeat Bunchuu.
Fugen finally turned his head slightly, peering over his shoulder. His eyes seemed to be hidden in shadow, but the small smile on his lips remained.
"You're right...there must have been other ways...just as there are other ways to proceed with the Houshin Project."
Taikoubou's eyes finally softened at that, reluctantly.
"Dammit, you're right...you always were right."
Fugen smiled again, before turning his head away again. More silence followed as Taikoubou looked over his friend again, trying to read him.
"Fugen..." he asked slowly after a long time, "...are you crying?"
"...no." the answer came as almost a whisper. Slowly the blue-haired Sennin raised his head, seeming to stare at the black sky.
"Goodbye, Bou-chan."
A blinding light.
A deafening silence.
And then...
Fandom: Senkaiden Houshin Engi
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
Notes: SPOILER ALERT!!!
A little addition to the weird scene right after Fugen's death, when he and Taikoubou are talking in that black background and stuff.
Taikoubou stared at Fugen's back in silence. In the suddenness of what he had just seen, everything seemed to freeze. Bunchuu, Suupuushan, the war, everything vanished to black except for the figure before him. He tried to make sense of what they had just said, of Fugen's reasons behind this sacrifice, but all it did was make him even more angry at him. His fists stayed clenched and his grit his teeth, wanting to take those two steps forward and punch Fugen in the face. But instead they both stood in complete silence, until finally, Fugen spoke, still not turning his head to look at Taikoubou.
"I wish it could have been different, Bou-chan...we're both young...we could have had all the time in the world. There's still so much I wanted to do...I wanted to see Mokutaku grow up, I wanted to help Kongrong thrive as a school...most of all there was so much more I wanted to do with you, Bou-chan...I still have so many secrets to tell and things to do...
But you know as well as I do that we can't escape fate. Bou-chan has the Houshin Project...and I have this."
"But why?!" Taikoubou interrupted, "Who said you were the one who had to die? There are other ways...we could have.....we could have......." he trailed off. He couldn't think of another way to defeat Bunchuu.
Fugen finally turned his head slightly, peering over his shoulder. His eyes seemed to be hidden in shadow, but the small smile on his lips remained.
"You're right...there must have been other ways...just as there are other ways to proceed with the Houshin Project."
Taikoubou's eyes finally softened at that, reluctantly.
"Dammit, you're right...you always were right."
Fugen smiled again, before turning his head away again. More silence followed as Taikoubou looked over his friend again, trying to read him.
"Fugen..." he asked slowly after a long time, "...are you crying?"
"...no." the answer came as almost a whisper. Slowly the blue-haired Sennin raised his head, seeming to stare at the black sky.
"Goodbye, Bou-chan."
A blinding light.
A deafening silence.
And then...