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shineko's request drabble, and I'll work the sleeping-drug thing into amamiyarin's instead.
220 words. 10 minutes. Possibly the same Subaru as in Virtual Future: Tokyo Syndrome, but on the first step down his spiral.
VIRTUAL FUTURE: FEVER
It takes three blocks before Subaru's nerves catch fire, and he knows it's too late.
Still, he runs. On the edge of his mind, he remembers the spell and its caster. Degenerate Western magic. Weak. Distance is freedom.
Only it isn't, because Subaru's legs tangle and seize up. Evening rain on the alley wall. A cat watches him stumble by and blinks large yellow eyes.
The end, then? A sliver of a thought, but he throws up a wall to counter it. No. Never. Not like this.
Not unless it's from a different hand.
The fire destroys thought after thought, and Subaru seizes on to anything to escape. Somewhere cold - safe -
The hum in his ears is like the wind was, drowning out all words. But there should be petals too, and then a shadow in the midst of them. Eyes to watch over him. Arms he could fall into.
The burn of the fire arches his back, but it cannot reach him. Holding on to that shadowed place, Subaru clears his mind, and the images come unbidden. A defense is the attack reflected.
All he has to work with are rain water and asphalt, but they are enough. He hears his pursuer's steps. Hears the scream. Smells the burning flesh.
Seishirou...
Seishirou would be proud of him.
shineko's request drabble, and I'll work the sleeping-drug thing into amamiyarin's instead.220 words. 10 minutes. Possibly the same Subaru as in Virtual Future: Tokyo Syndrome, but on the first step down his spiral.
VIRTUAL FUTURE: FEVER
It takes three blocks before Subaru's nerves catch fire, and he knows it's too late.
Still, he runs. On the edge of his mind, he remembers the spell and its caster. Degenerate Western magic. Weak. Distance is freedom.
Only it isn't, because Subaru's legs tangle and seize up. Evening rain on the alley wall. A cat watches him stumble by and blinks large yellow eyes.
The end, then? A sliver of a thought, but he throws up a wall to counter it. No. Never. Not like this.
Not unless it's from a different hand.
The fire destroys thought after thought, and Subaru seizes on to anything to escape. Somewhere cold - safe -
The hum in his ears is like the wind was, drowning out all words. But there should be petals too, and then a shadow in the midst of them. Eyes to watch over him. Arms he could fall into.
The burn of the fire arches his back, but it cannot reach him. Holding on to that shadowed place, Subaru clears his mind, and the images come unbidden. A defense is the attack reflected.
All he has to work with are rain water and asphalt, but they are enough. He hears his pursuer's steps. Hears the scream. Smells the burning flesh.
Seishirou...
Seishirou would be proud of him.
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Date: 2005-06-04 03:09 pm (UTC)