Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrifice ❯ Fated Lover's Suicide ( Chapter 67 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: MellyN

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Sacrifice

By: Melissa Norvell

Chapter 67: Fated Lover's Suicide

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Azmy pointed the gun at her head as the tears continued to flow down her face. "I'm so sorry, Hiroshima. I can't keep being your donor, but now I can make things right. Tsurugi can be your donor and the two of you can be happy," the girl smiled a hollow, eerie smile. "I'll be watching over you...in hell."

"Stop!" Hiroshima called out as he shoved a few soldiers out of his way in a desperate attempt to get to the girl but it was far too late. Just has he had said the command, the girl had pulled the trigger. Blood flew out of the opposite side of her head as the bullet ripped through one ear and out of the other. Widened blue eyes filled with horror watched helplessly as the girl's lifeless form fell to the ground, followed by the gun, which tumbled out of her hand.

"Azmy..." The angel stood there, shocked beyond all belief. No matter what he tried to do to turn this situation around, it was unavoidable. There was nothing he could do but turn his back in shame and clench his eyes shut, wishing that it were some kind of nightmare that he would wake up from, just as those that had happened weeks before.

The spiky-haired angel walked over to the dead girl with a deep-set frown on his face and saddened eyes. He wanted to cry but the tears would not come to his eyes. It had always been that way. No matter what kind of situation he was in, or how bad the circumstances were, he couldn't cry.

Hiroshima knelt before the girl and gathered her form in his arms, hugging her tightly.

'Take her soul,' the voice of the spirit that resided in his body commanded.

"What?" The emotional angel asked, his voice nearly quivered as his eyes widened.

'Take her soul. You need strength and she betrayed you by carelessly throwing her life away.'

"I knew this would happen...But I could not change it in time. I will not dematerialize her soul. She deserves to rest in peace," the girl was very close to her, as were the others in his group and he had made a silent vow to himself never to stop them from passing on if they died. They mattered to him, more than most did.

'You will do as I say. We have a pact,' the voice warned with great edge, showing it's evident displeasure with its host.

Thinking quickly, Hiroshima pulled out a few white feathers from his wing as he took one final look at the dead girl's body below him. Then, the look on his face hardened and a smirk came to his face. "How is this for your contract?" The angel stood quickly and levitated the feathers between his hands. Quickly, he spread his arms out as the feathers stayed in place and the whole area grew dark. A large magic circle formed below him and bathed the angel's form in a dark golden light.

"Hear my call, divine beings. I sacrifice this magical feathers to change a fated course. If this exchange is enough then grant me the power to let this soul pass on. I, Hiroshima request this of you." At the end of his words, the girl's soul floated off into the sky and into the heavens. Hiroshima knew that he had disobeyed the dragon spirit's command and there would be hell to pay, but even he had his own honor code. The feather's faded into the air, a sign that his sacrifice had been made.

'What's wrong with you? It isn't like you to not absorb a soul, even one of your best friend,' the spirit's voice sounded even more irritated than before. Not only did the angel disobey him, but he made excuses and protected a specific soul instead of gaining more power like he should have done.

"I just don't want to do it. I've done enough to her," the spiky-haired angel glanced to the ground with sorrow ridden eyes. After all, if she had not fallen for him then she would not be dead. He knew that it was not the entire reason, and yet, he felt guilty. Only moments before, the girl was alive and talking to him and now she had passed from this world never to return as the same woman.

'Are you turning soft, legend?'

Hiroshima said nothing.

'What a washed up man you are.'

"I'm not turning soft. Don't worry about that. I'm still the Winged Hell Child I've always been," the angel gave a faux smirk to try and appease the discontented spirit. "I just have a new prerogative. Now, I have to inform the others of my findings."

'Legend...You asked for my assistance when you were twelve. Do you not wish to have it?'

The angel knew what would happen if he said no. "It would be ludicrous to turn you down now. I'll die sooner if I let go of you," Hiroshima wanted to free himself of the curse that plagued him, but for now, he knew that he needed it to be able to survive enough to come up with a possible method of freedom. Hiroshima would need to hang on to it for just a little longer and do its bidding.

'You owe me a great debt.'

"I plan on repaying it," the angel said lowly, then he felt a sharp pain rip through his body followed by a tingling and numb sensation. He didn't even need to look down to realize what had happened to him. Hiroshima had been punished by the spirit. A sword materialized from the ground and shot through his side. This was all too familiar to him and had happened in similar fashion before. He clutched at his side with one eye closed as he winced. "Damn it..."

'Compassion is a weakness. No one has ever shown it to you, so think twice before you spare their lives.' This time, the spirit was angry and decided to play angel pin-cushion with the green-haired man, pursing his carcass with two more swords in non-lethal places. The spirit would not kill Hiroshima, simply teach him a lesson in being disobedient. Blood splattered on the ground as the man fell to his knees, overcome with pain as the ominous black fog dissipated around him.

'I got punished...Today is not my day...Azmy...' Hiroshima looked down and noticed something about the girl that he had not noticed before. She had a contented smile on her face. 'This could have been altered. I knew about this. I knew about it the entire time. All I could do was attempt to alter it myself by paying a sacrifice as big as the cost. I would have tried to alter it by making you change your mind...but I was even too late for that. My bad luck seems to precede me.'

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"Tornado!" Tsurugi spun in mid air, releasing a strong burst of wind that gathered into a high speed tornado that ripped through the army.

"Tidal Wave!" Undine summoned a vast amount of water from under the ground that washed away several warriors. Once again, their attacks combined to form one powerful mass of air and water that delivered devastating results. After their combined attacked finally fizzled out, the blonde angel looked a little worn and panted lightly.

"This can wear you out," Tsurugi murmured.

"Most of them are dead. There are only about twenty left," Undine looked over the battle field and did a quick scan over the soldiers with her slate blue eyes.

"Where's Hiro-kun? I see everyone else but him," the blonde looked across the field. Only two people were not present and if they were gone together, it could only spell trouble for him.

"He went after that foolish girl, Azmy," the long-haired girl informed.

Tsurugi frowned. "I see."

"Jealous?" Undine asked. It wasn't even really a question now that she thought about it. Even though his expressions were subtle when it came to things such as sorrow or anger, she could tell just by the way the light glinted in his eyes that he turned green with envy at the very thought of the two of them being donor and master.

"It's her fault that Hiro-kun is depressed. She left him alone with no one else to depend on...and even now, he is suffering because of her," the angel replied darkly, his words held slight edge at the mention of the girl's gender. Tsurugi would not call for anyone treating Hiroshima less then respectful at the least.

"Did something happen?" The lolita-clad girl look up to him and asked.

"You'll find out," Tsurugi flew off in the direction that he detected Hiroshima to be in, headed towards his mate.

Ko swung at Baratone to attempt to try and decapitate him but the priest skillfully dodged to the side and grabbed her sword. The girl brought up her foot and kicked him in the chin, causing him to fly backwards and land on his back. "I don't think that your men would appreciate the fact that you're trying to resurrect a vampire."

This caught the attention of the remaining Catholic Army, who all stopped their fighting and cast stunned looks towards him. They were shocked to know that his goal was to resurrect the very thing that they hated. The soldiers were under the impression that they were fighting against the enemy and the fact that their leader was trying to resurrect a vampire only put him in question by his peers.

"Who cares? They are expendable. I just used them to get that mirror," Baratone exclaimed as a crazed look crossed his features. Then he was punched harshly in the face.

"How dare you use people for your own selfish endeavors! All of these people died for you! That's so cold!" The white-haired girl yelled in anger. She tried to keep herself from lashing out again and blindly punching the guy. Her fist shook on rage but she knew that she needed to calm down if she wanted to keep a level head. If the girl lost her cool now, the fight would be as good as over.

"How are you so strong?" The black-haired priest wiped a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "You're just a human and you have no alchemy skills."

"If you really must know, I used to be a ninja from the town of Chikyuuhana," Ko explained. Baratone was the first person that the white-haired girl had actually ever told any of this. It didn't matter much, since Baratone was her enemy, however, it would be much harder telling her friends, especially those who already knew, like the angels.

Chikyuuhana? That's where Miyaka and Azmy are from.' Tsurugi caught wind of what Ko had told him. "So that's what Hiro-kun meant when he said that Ko was rusty."

"Irritating pest!" The half-crazed priest shouted, "I will bring Amante back!" The man tried to blast her but she managed to dodge.

"I'm not holding back now! I have nothing to hide," Ko tried to spin-kick the man across the neck but he ducked and upper cut the girl. Then he used his cross to blast her backwards. Ko flew backwards and landed on her back. She did not move.

"Ko!" Chichiri, who was nearby, shouted when he saw his friend lying motionless on the ground.

"I say! I have you covered my dear, Flame Strike!" Bass held his sword out as flames burst from the blade and headed straight for the black robed man, who held up his cross and deflected them using his Holy Light attack. Bass placed up a barrier, defending himself from his own reflected attack.

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Hiroshima returned to the area that Fife and Keiji had been in. The keen eyes of the angel spotted them down below as he landed beside of the two. It would be hard to tell the two of them, but they were the most sensible of the group.

"Well, did you find her?" The vampire prince spotted his friend landing.

"Yes..." The angel's voice was low as he tried to stifle his emotions.

"What's wrong?" Keiji knew that Hiroshima had been depressed but it seemed to substantially escalade. The green-haired donor wasn't so sure that he'd do well in the environment in his mental state.

"She's dead," the angel looked away.

"What?" The words caught Keiji by surprise. Had Hiroshima just said what he thought that he said?

"Really? Did Baklava's Army kill her?" Fife asked in hopes that she died from enemy fire and not from what he suspected all along.

"She committed suicide," the words were grim as they rolled from the angel's lips.

The prince's features saddened. "That's too bad. I didn't know that she was hurting so badly. I tried to talk to her when she ran off crying the other day but she wouldn't tell me what was wrong."

"What are you going to do for a donor?" Keiji was worried about Hiroshima's position as well. If he had no donor then he would grow weak and may possibly die. No one needed two dead team mates. If he had to, he would step in for Azmy. Keiji knew that he'd be giving a lot of blood out, but it didn't matter to him as long as both Prince Fife and Hiroshima were alive.

"For now, I'll be a rouge unless Tsurugi wants to take her place," the angel informed. Keiji said nothing, simply stood there with his head down and green bangs covering his eyes. Sympathetic blue eyes looked down on him as the angel uttered 'kid' softly.

"Why is this happening to us? Every time we go somewhere, something bad happens," the green-haired donor was more than sick of their bad luck as of lately. He knew there was nothing he could do but simply thinking about all of the grief that he'd been through made him shake with emotion.

"Azmy-chan..." Fife murmured and he could no longer hold everything in, tears flowed down his face as he cried silently to himself before he was pulled into a tight hug by Keiji. This surprised the vampuric prince.

"Huh?" Navy eyes widened slightly at the contact.

"I hate this," his donor said lowly as Hiroshima stood in silence with his back turned.

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"Ko!" Chichiri rushed to the girl's side. "Wake up. Are you okay?" He lightly shook the white-haired girl. Ko slowly opened her large, blue eyes and asked where Baratone was. He told her that he was headed towards the castle. This made her eyes pop open and widen with shock.

"What? King Vasca is in there!" Ko leapt to her feet.

Zangetsu jumped down to the two and asked Ko if she was alright.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"I have the situation under control," the blonde really wished that the ex-ninja would just go away and let them be. He totally ruined their moment.

"We need to go into the castle," Zangetsu informed, ignoring the blonde's jealous commentary. He didn't have time for Chichiri's arguments. Zangetsu was focused on getting to Baratone before he got to King Vasca.

"We'd be fine letting King Vasca take care of it. Everyone is tired out here. We need rest," Chichiri replied. They had been fighting for who knows how long and they had very little rest. Vasca was a capable magician, after all, he taught Fife a great deal of magic and he turned out fine. The blonde was sure if he were as powerful of a king as everyone talked of then he could defend himself.

"We're protecting King Vasca," Zangetsu replied. "We promised to help him." It would be very careless of them to know about the attack and deliberately stay out of the way when the king would require their help the most.

"We have been helping him. We're not all experiments like you. We're not freakishly strong, except Undine, Fife and the angels," Chichiri explained. Zangetsu wasn't an average human and he couldn't do all of the things that he could. The blonde also meant it as a stab at his character and the black-haired ninja took it as such as his features saddened a little.

"Well, I'm going to stop him. It's very cowardly to bail out now," the ex-Nighthawk remarked as he ran off in the direction of the castle.

"I'm not a coward," Chichiri balled his hand into a fist.

"I can see that," the ninja muttered, still in hearing distance.

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Baratone stumbled up the castle stairs and made his way down the main hall. Craze and the desire to kill what was only mere steps within his grasp surged through his veins. Now he would finally get revenge on all that had happened. His parent's death, his brother Orchestra's death and Amante's death as well.

"Finally! Finally we can meet again, my sweet Amante! I shall bring you back to me. Soon things will be just as they used to," the long-haired priest said as nostalgia flooded his senses with vivid imagery.

Amante walked into the room he had resided in as the war raged outside of the walls of the giant Catholic church.

'There you are,' Baratone greeted her with a smile. 'You've returned to me, Amante.'

'I know the right decisions to make, Baratone. Besides, that naive Vasca couldn't possibly take on your glorious Holy Soldiers in that amount of time,' Amante told him with a placid smile, her true emotions were as vague as ever. That was one of the many aspects that made her so alluring to him.

That was one of the many aspects he deeply loved about her.

'You truly are the best Catholic woman I know,' Baratone spied a golden cross that hung around her neck, accenting her black, simple lolita dress with long sleeves, black heels and black panty hose. The dark colors made the golden symbol shine with beauty.

Though it was a symbol she wore falsely.

'I try.'

The black-haired man moved close to Amante's face as a seductive look crossed his features. 'What do you say we do a little bit of celebrating?'

'I'm saving myself for my true husband. Only he will enjoy such a pleasure.' The long-haired woman turned him down gently.

'Then I'll work hard for that ability,' then and only then would he have her full trust and respect. He should have known that it was too soon to do such an act. What was he thinking? Baratone punished himself for being caught up in the moment and succumbing to his own sexual desires. He would have to go to confession about that later and ask for forgiveness. The man tried to give her a kiss but only managed to get her soft cheek, which was satisfying enough for him.

'You're silly. I'd like to keep it safe for now,' Amante told him with a smile and he could understand why. When he thought about it, it did seem inappropriate for such a hostel time.

Perhaps they could court after the war was won. It would be like a grand celebration of their love.

'You've been taking it safe for two months,' the priest joked.

'Do you have a complaint or are you a big pervert,' Amante's smile grew a little, signifying that it was merely a joke.

'Not at all,' Baratone answered honestly.

'Good things come to those who wait...Just remember that. You'll get what you deserve soon enough. Especially if I have anything to do with it,' the long-haired woman smiled slightly as a small, unnoticeable point from a fang peered from underneath her pink lips.

...To Be Continued...