Ship: Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: blood, character death Other Tags: angst, lapslock, religion (obliquely) Square: pirates Word Count: 411 words
i am DEEPLY sorry
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keep your hands on me.
furuya’s blood stains his fingers, too hot and wet and real. it’s a dream, let it be a dream.
keep your hands on me.
stay close to me. i’ll get us out of this.
“i told you i’d get us out of this,” furuya’s smiling, slack and listless. “i told you.”
“idiot,” eijun grits out between his teeth, “you liar.”
“i’m not. i’m not, you’re safe-”
“you’re not.”
“doesn’t matter.”
“does to me.” eijun dips his head, kisses that mouth for the last time. “does to me.”
furuya dies, and it’s quiet, and the ocean doesn’t sing for him, the sky does not weep.
just eijun, just a boy and a body in a dinghy in the middle of the unfeeling sea.
pirates, it had been, out of the depths with cannons, black sails, ravenous for the gold in the belly of the destroyer.
they made him a commodore for this voyage. his first and only at the helm.
he shone in the cannonfire, red light glinting off his medals and goldspun tassels. eijun stood in awe. felt invincible.
they carried precious cargo, riches of the crown, enough to buy them a comfortable life ten times over.
how stupid, for furuya to die over that. just trinkets, coins, and objects. not worth more than his life.
stay close to me as he threw eijun into the boat, stay close to me-
he tried to stay behind. to die with the scrap-wood of the ship, like a commodore ought.
eijun did not abide it, but it was too late.
there’s a gunshot, and a triumphant cackle, dirty hair shining green in the inferno.
pirate.
eijun shot him dead, and then three more times for good measure.
furuya’s blood is drying on his fingers now, tacky. the sunrise, illumination on the corpse.
he should throw it overboard.
lies down with it, closes his eyes, is what he does instead.
the pirate captain had spectacles.
eijun hopes he misses his first mate. hopes it hurts. begs forgiveness from god’s unbending back for hoping it.
silence.
he pushes the corpse into the water, asks forgiveness for that too. hates himself for taking furuya’s great coat, to cover himself from the sun.
if there is land he does not see it. he makes no effort in rowing. sleeps, starves. is parched.
dies, in that boat. fists clenched onto life, teeth grinding. don’t take me unless he’s there.
FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, B2, T
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: blood, character death
Other Tags: angst, lapslock, religion (obliquely)
Square: pirates
Word Count: 411 words
i am DEEPLY sorry
***
keep your hands on me.
furuya’s blood stains his fingers, too hot and wet and real. it’s a dream, let it be a dream.
keep your hands on me.
stay close to me. i’ll get us out of this.
“i told you i’d get us out of this,” furuya’s smiling, slack and listless. “i told you.”
“idiot,” eijun grits out between his teeth, “you liar.”
“i’m not. i’m not, you’re safe-”
“you’re not.”
“doesn’t matter.”
“does to me.” eijun dips his head, kisses that mouth for the last time. “does to me.”
furuya dies, and it’s quiet, and the ocean doesn’t sing for him, the sky does not weep.
just eijun, just a boy and a body in a dinghy in the middle of the unfeeling sea.
pirates, it had been, out of the depths with cannons, black sails, ravenous for the gold in the belly of the destroyer.
they made him a commodore for this voyage. his first and only at the helm.
he shone in the cannonfire, red light glinting off his medals and goldspun tassels. eijun stood in awe. felt invincible.
they carried precious cargo, riches of the crown, enough to buy them a comfortable life ten times over.
how stupid, for furuya to die over that. just trinkets, coins, and objects. not worth more than his life.
stay close to me as he threw eijun into the boat, stay close to me-
he tried to stay behind. to die with the scrap-wood of the ship, like a commodore ought.
eijun did not abide it, but it was too late.
there’s a gunshot, and a triumphant cackle, dirty hair shining green in the inferno.
pirate.
eijun shot him dead, and then three more times for good measure.
furuya’s blood is drying on his fingers now, tacky. the sunrise, illumination on the corpse.
he should throw it overboard.
lies down with it, closes his eyes, is what he does instead.
the pirate captain had spectacles.
eijun hopes he misses his first mate. hopes it hurts. begs forgiveness from god’s unbending back for hoping it.
silence.
he pushes the corpse into the water, asks forgiveness for that too. hates himself for taking furuya’s great coat, to cover himself from the sun.
if there is land he does not see it. he makes no effort in rowing. sleeps, starves. is parched.
dies, in that boat. fists clenched onto life, teeth grinding. don’t take me unless he’s there.
“open your eyes, eijun.”