FIC 2 - A Tear in the Ashes
Fic Contest Urahara Kisuke FC
A TEAR IN THE ASHES
Author: Michael Palin
again return to that place. Around it lies a vast plain covered with ashes. Nothing has grown here since it was over. The mischievous wind plays with the charred remains of a huge forest, lifting and carrying the ashes of one side to another.
The sun goes down on him relentlessly making the shadows lengthen and seem to follow in his path. The beads of sweat covering his face while breathing dry air full of memories.
His eyes are hidden by a cap of green and white stripes that are beyond a few strands of blond hair. A brown coat over a green kimono and wooden sandals, complete his attire. And of course a withered stick which conceals more than it seems. Supporting
stick in the ground while walking, is approaching the particular site where everything happened. Although the landscape around you is identical in its desolation, could reach that space with your eyes closed.
When you do that, it grows in your mind. As invoked by the pain the ashes taken blurry but perfectly recognizable forms. Move, turn, fall, rise, gray cries scream as they fight for their lives extinct.
thought he would die that day.
must have died.
.~.~.~.~.~.~.
Nothing is going well. You can feel it in your bones. The appearance of victory that dominates the plain of battle is only an illusion. The plans made, woven with long patience, will fall under too much weight when they get them. Then everything turned into obscene darkness decadent white. Why are not yet here, but come. He knows. And all be in vain at the time, despite its efforts because it is not. Look
Everywhere you look you see only fight, blood, sweat ...
On one side the fires of hell unleashed on earth on fire, devouring the forest that extends into the plain, and revolve around the figure of a white beard combat with a flaming sword scorching to anyone who comes effortlessly.
Far from this, a tall, thin arrows let go of your heart creates to protect what it loves, but that is no longer living within him and forces provided endless. Beside the pure energy emerges and operates from the right arm of Doom released as a sweeping wave that sweeps everything in its path, while a furious gesture before ever crossing a face impassive.
in the sky storm clouds darken the blue robe as the snow fell in small crystal flakes. A winged dragon flies over the battlefield attached to the back of a gray-haired youth, who fought with the courage of youth, locking their opponents in coffins of ice that break into pieces under his control. Beyond
, somewhere in the pandemonium, a demon of enormous strength terrible eyes and spreads its terror sawing while around the enemy's ranks and fall if brittle branches against a powerful storm in question. His golden aura extends several feet around his powerful body. The lust for blood escapes from each of the pores of your skin while it regrets the weakness of their opponents. But that does not stop, still slaughtering them without mercy, administering his justice: the weak against the strong falls.
very close to him, a couple of friends, united by ties of honor and camaraderie unwavering fight in a deadly dance, slashing here and there, destroying all the way to their edges. In his eyes shines the purest joy, pouring down their faces and covering his entire body, making them shine with the light of the warrior. Few that approach where these three embodiments of the reaper found, but no one escapes their destiny when they are fixing it.
This is a figure at the center of everything. A figure who fears the moment they arrive. A figure with a sword with golden hilt tight grip as the wind stirs the locks are out of the hat he wears. A figure that also struggle with crimson explosions.
And things go ...
the background, erected at its best with contempt in the eyes and death in the tips of the fingers, a burning man frozen in a shell reduced to shreds of viscera and blood to anyone who approaches him. A cloud of pink like cherry petals swirling around him, convolved to form a thousand different ways in just seconds, sharp and deadly. All the ground around it is filled with crimson as more horrors disappear. Near
it a fiery red-crowned figure screams with pleasure as mutilated, crushed, and decays with the embrace of the snake and the bite of the baboon. On this day, the fire of his spirit reaches even the moon shining on its side with its own voice as it brings death.
Even the monster of the gods has come on this day. Her smile is bigger than ever as his sword poisons, paralyzes and eats the flesh of those who simply slashing. Few approach him as he revels in the slaughter and his eyes shine of metal and flesh with a deadly madness.
killing of another of his enemies, again turns to look around. Everything evolves towards a predestined end. Is not the time yet but I feel closer with every passing second. What is reflected in their attacks red fragments that accumulate around them. With a barely glimpsed moving the blade of his sword smashing through bone and flesh mask another abomination that decays as a sound that resonates within you as if it were a triumphant smile, emerges from the wreckage consumed.
And around, everything is on track ...
A giant on the horizon stands wielding a huge ax, are marking a huge being wolfish aspect. His eyes flashing in anger that floods your soul while crushes his enemies in the hope that he gets.
Elsewhere, the son of blind justice, the administrator of a fire - less than that spreads through the plain - but brilliant and courageous, the queen of diamonds ashes sharp and strong determination, the wife of cold and hot intelligence and the irregular edge blonde fighting gravity fellowship united by the heat of battle and a desire, than in the heart of each, while all around him are about his true beginning.
Nearby darkness white and black white fighting shoulder to shoulder, breathing, breathing, heart to heart, darkness for light and light for darkness, like the moon and the sun, mixing in a swirl of cream and cutting power to spread their painful and inevitable sentence while his twin spirits into one that spreads around destroying everything it touches.
About this scene, a couple of friends fight back to back. Fish twins fighting alongside the god of wind. The waves and lightning intersect with hurricane force winds while sweeping the floor around him. His enemies fall around him overwhelmed by a power beyond his understanding. All
this happens about the man with the spirit tormented by doubts that he never planned to have, which suffers from what he feels will happen. That is when he sees them. But above all of them. He looks for a few moments that seem to stretch and deform in hours, even days.
produced by a whistle cut the air, a blur glimpsed from the corner of the eye that disappears when going to see that, indeed, has seen something. Suddenly a burst of energy, a sharp pain, sharp, electric, extending throughout the body, concentrating on the spine, tearing the bowels. And then nothing, until it disappears again back pain and then nothing. Many fall and, not knowing what happened, not see who caused it. Only when they stop, next to the other, hair blowing in the wind and the brightness of the death in their eyes, they can be seen in all its glory. A tiger fierce and relentless and a tiny wasp no less deadly.
The tiger turned to the man and smiles with the passion of the battle in the face. Then they disappear again in just a blink and more monsters go away without knowing how. He stands a moment looking at the site of a second ago was it and then returns to the fight. Their renewed enthusiasm, new hope high. All for a small gesture as light as a spring breeze. And
then it starts ...
The sky full of black clouds suddenly opened a clear, clouds pushed aside by an immense power. But not blue what comes after them. Unhealthy darkness emerges from a hole in the sky. Thirteen in her womb cut silhouettes of a dirty white. Down on the surface, a single movement that leads the fight. Their eyes are directed towards these silhouettes and her eyes revealed fear, excitement, despair, lust of killing, hatred and more.
In an instant all the enemies who were still alive retreat leaving the defenders themselves before those thirteen. Upstairs in the center of the group, a cruel-eyed man who looks at below expected smiling and making a gesture with his hand. The other twelve silhouettes disappear and reappear in a burst spread across the plain, ready to face death in combat. The other is a moment when the battle starts up and smiles down further. Then disappears. Another battle awaits him too.
The thirteen voices are raised in the plains, calling his hidden power.
Some voices of the defenders respond to provocation, referring also to a hidden power.
now ready.
The last battle of the war begins now ...
The fire fell one point, it seems off the blood that is spilled on it, but finally after some questionable moments that can not seem to turn on again, burning and devouring stands around his nemesis and reducing it to ashes.
arrows are broken, the heart weakens. The arm is broken, the flow stops. The light is extinguished. All seems lost. Out of nowhere, a smell, a sound, a gesture, a memory. The light is recovered, flashes, stands bright, overwhelming. The flow is restored, the arm resists. The heart gets stronger, the arrows fly. The evil is undone.
The dragon's wings are broken, split into pieces. An eternal smile stands over him, huge, the finger of destiny points as it falls. The heart of ice creeping down covered in blood once again. The ice melts and drips through the air, falling on the ground burning. Steam rises from the surface. Before you meet the ground, the ashes are brought to life, rise up and stop his fall. The frozen smile while looking at the cat before him. Small in comparison but strong as the rocks and the fixed determination in his eyes. Before you can do nothing, rushes on that smile - that he seeks in other times - surrounded by the ashes and get rip brilliant whiteness that surrounds it, dyeing it crimson. Suddenly the wisps of steam begin to stop and eventually freeze. On the ground something like a star shining on a clear night and rises while they appear out of nowhere, huge blocks of ice that imprison the smiles, that is no longer such, in the eyes of that before, always loved. Only at the very end, surrounded by ice and deadly, is the smile that smile of truth. She. His misfortune. His rescuer.
The terrible and golden aura collides with another equally terrible, but dark. Terror serrated edge is facing a devastating. The attacks end in blows between the metal sound, spread across the plain. His thirst for blood grows with your smile while fighting with an opponent - at last - decent. This can get rid of their inhibitions and fight in all its glory. His aura grows, your enemy does the same. The beats are more faster, faster. The smile widens. Long face in a deadly dance. Blood jumps, slides along the edge, stains the ground beneath their feet. Finally the devil takes advantage. Corners to your opponent, humiliates, crushes, breaks it. His blood crimson jump on a jet that washes the demon while it laughs, happy but a few days of his life.
Warrior light goes out. The edges are broken. The comrades fall on their knees. The blood that bathes them is yours, which have rarely felt so much as now. His spirit prevented from leaving, forcing them to rise. More blood. But again rise. The two together, one after another, are invincible. The dragon and the peacock wake up and rise into the light, diluting the crimson shadows.
It is finished. They are here. But their fears were unfounded. His teammates are getting imposed. It breathes new energies that allow you to master your opponent as he deserves. With the edge and death. Their fight begins.
And around the battle continues ...
pride and contempt are exceeded. The pink blob is slow, heavy, blunt. Hits impregnable defenses. The cherry blossoms wither in your hands. But little is the pride of this. Arises again. The edges are accumulated around wings as if it were a white bird. The bird despega y se abalanza contra su enemigo arrasándolo y llevándolo al vacío.
La serpiente afloja su presa, el babuino se rompe. Los fragmentos se desperdigan alrededor del fuego rojo que se oscurece. A su lado, la inteligencia se derrumba bajo los envites de la fuerza bruta. El fuego menos se apaga. La gravedad no surte efecto, la ligereza del enemigo la anula dejando a su rubio poseedor indefenso. Uno ha podido con tres. Sin embargo, los tres recuerdan: tiempos pasados juntos, aprendiendo, forjando una amistad más fuerte que la muerte. Los tres juntos pueden. Se levantan y la amistad derrota a la fuerza bruta.
El monstruo se atemoriza. El veneno no surte efecto. La sonrisa tiembla un instante. Los labios se fruncen cuando siente pain that destroys your body. But madness is stronger. Is imposed, it overrides the pain and there is only the desire to avenge the humiliation inflicted. It appears the child with big eyes and no light. Corrosive and poisonous breath and sharp chest. Lunges, quick as a scorpion and impales his opponent who is bleeding under the eye of the monster again strong and merciless.
Back, Forward, blows back and forth between the two. The long man's hat that he dropped and her blonde hair waving in the air, exposing her eyes full of strength. The swords fly non-stop, always exist. Doubts not forgotten and uneasy and this allows him to devote himself to this struggle. Both bleeding from several wounds, but none seem to be enforced.
And in the plain, all are rushes to its end ...
The giant growls, roars, the blood flows as they dispense justice blind trial. The massive body collapses, raising clouds of ash into the air. The edge of justice falls on it but something stops him. Before him, sword raised, holding the stake, the son of justice stands before his father. The father does not hesitate. Justice to take its final consequences. But the son is now stronger and more destination guides. Get your father to stop hurting him. Then the giant stand up again with a sad look and download the weight of its commitment to the head of justice, until the end remain blind.
Darkness is separated from the white. The one and does not shut its blade broken, the other no longer freezes, melted his power. The whiteness is in danger as a light, white is also more powerful but bitter and cruel threat. Darkness can not reach you. The white stains. The darkness screams and summons a fury even more. More powerful, more pure. His aura increases to gigantic proportions, covering the light heretic, crushing under its power. The moon sun protection for without it there is nothing.
twin fish drown ground, coughing blood and surf away and the lightning is lost. The god of the wind howls of pain and rage. The illusion breaks its force, los hunde en la oscuridad, los reduce a la nada. El ilusionista ríe, se sabe vencedor. Siempre lo ha sabido, que llegado este momento, él prevalecería. No le importa que todos los que le acompañaban mueran o no. No es su objetivo mantener una familia, sino ser el Rey del Cielo. Y lo ha conseguido, pues ahora, débiles después de la batalla, sus enemigos, sus antiguos compañeros, son presa fácil. Sin embargo, no todo está perdido. En un último arrebato de poder el viento se libera de la ilusión y libre de nuevo vuelve y llevar a los peces de nuevo a su medio natural y entonces, juntos, deshacen la ilusión y hundiendo sus espadas en la carne del Ilusionista, acaban con su corto reinado.
Muerto el Ilusionista, la fuerza de su oponente se resiente y al fin, en un descuido, la espada de empuñadura dorada sobrepasa las defensas y siega la vida de su enemigo. Ahora todo ha acabado. Ya son libres de nuevo. La paz volverá a estas tierras. Pero…
No…
Eso no…
La tigresa y la avispa siguen luchando. Su oponente es muy fuerte. Mucho más que ellas. Apenas si pueden defenderse. Las alas de la avispa están desgarradas y casi inútiles, su velocidad ha disminuido hasta ser una sombra de lo que era. Las garras de la tigresa están rotas ahora, su agilidad disminuida. Ya no corre el relámpago por su cuerpos…
Corre, corre, llega a tiempo…
A stumble, an oversight. A hungry sheet ahead. The wasp was trying to avoid shrinkage reach you. You can not. Assumed his death, he confronts her with courage and daring, eye contact. Accepted as a warrior. But never comes ...
No, no, noooo ...
his front wall. No. A torso, a body. Brown hair falling down a muscular back, covered with sweat. Something goes wrong. What is that piece of metal, pointed that emerges from the back that looks to her? What is the thick liquid, red, covering the edge, which drops brown skin?
Cursed. You will die. Why her?
The blade is removed. A hole. Redder, much more. Ejected, fall on your face, on your clothes. It feels warm, down her cheeks, mixed with a clear liquid. These are tears. Why are you crying? Suddenly the view is free again. Something falls before it collapses. You can see a man running towards them and, raising his sword in anger, decapitated the monster looked down smiling. Now smile for all eternity.
I did. He's dead. But what about her?
Crouch, the brown body lies at his feet. Still breathing. Finally recognized the man who squats beside her, Urahara, and includes a black hole in the breast of the dark woman. More tears. Now are his. The
look at both. In their eyes they can see their faces reflected mixed anxious and weeping with the pain and the love she feels. Also the acceptance shining on them.
A cloud appears in those honey eyes, which darken under the influence.
no longer more than shine in your memories. The tiny wasp
finally understood the meaning of everything that has happened. A shiver runs through your body and a last tear escapes his eye.
strong man presses the lifeless body of her friend, companion. His love ... Yoruichi.
And cry.
.~.~.~.~.~.~. While
everything falls apart and the ashes in his mind return to flight, the man opens his eyes.
There, just as it often provides the precise spot where she died. After that never smile again. The tears have been his life and breath the memories of the years lived.
A lone bright field falls and lands on the blanket of ash covering the ground, causing a small wave.
Then again deposited dust and the tears dried.
As his life. First fic contest
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