He could still hear the sound of the gun firing in his ear. Itsuki Koizumi had just watched his fiance, Haruhi Suzumiya, get shot Von some thug. He didn't even try to stop him. He was now propping Haruhi up in his arms, and watched the thug run away. She was shot in the heart, there was no way she was going to live, and he knew it. He clutched onto the barely breathing Haruhi as tears rolled fastly down his face. He was a silent crier, he was trying to keep calm. Keep calm? His fiance was dying!
He pulled the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes were wide, not really blinking.
"H-Haruhi! Say something!" He said, resisting the urge to shake her.
Haruhi's eyes blinked once. She tried to turn to him. She took a shakey breath. "I-I'm sorry.... I l-love you..." She took one last shakey breath, and closed her eyes. Knowing her Tag was coming soon. Itsuki placed his hand over the blood soaked part of her shirt. He too blew in a shakey breath, and let out a long sigh and began to weap, not very silently this time. He layed down, bringing Haruhi's courpse with him, like a life-size doll.
"Haruhi... Why would Du be sorry? I was the o-one who let Du die like this..." He weaped to her lifeless body. He took his hand that was now soaked in her blood and placed it over his heart.
"I c-can't believe myself..."
"Itsuki!" He heard someone yell. He turned to find Mikuru and the rest of his old Friends running closer to him.
Mikuru dropped to her knees Weiter to him.
"Wh-why- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" She asked, wide eyed.
"Sh-she got shot..."
"AND Du DIDN'T EVEN HELP HER?!" Mikuru's eyes filled with tears.
"...That's right..."
Mikuru's body shivered as she raised her hand and lowered it forcefully to Itsuki's face.
"I can't believe you, Itsuki Koizumi. We all thought Du were better than this." She whispered and she stood.
Itsuki clutched his burning cheek, tears flowing down his hand. "What do I do...?" He whispered to himself.
Mikuru walked away slowly, not looking back. After all, what kind of a man lets his partner die so easily?
Itsuki hung his head, not knowing what to do.
"She's dead..." He whispered to himself. "I promised her... I promised them that I'd protect her... But I couldn't...." He looked back at her body, soaked with rain and blood.
"What do I do?" He asked himself once more.
He pulled the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes were wide, not really blinking.
"H-Haruhi! Say something!" He said, resisting the urge to shake her.
Haruhi's eyes blinked once. She tried to turn to him. She took a shakey breath. "I-I'm sorry.... I l-love you..." She took one last shakey breath, and closed her eyes. Knowing her Tag was coming soon. Itsuki placed his hand over the blood soaked part of her shirt. He too blew in a shakey breath, and let out a long sigh and began to weap, not very silently this time. He layed down, bringing Haruhi's courpse with him, like a life-size doll.
"Haruhi... Why would Du be sorry? I was the o-one who let Du die like this..." He weaped to her lifeless body. He took his hand that was now soaked in her blood and placed it over his heart.
"I c-can't believe myself..."
"Itsuki!" He heard someone yell. He turned to find Mikuru and the rest of his old Friends running closer to him.
Mikuru dropped to her knees Weiter to him.
"Wh-why- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" She asked, wide eyed.
"Sh-she got shot..."
"AND Du DIDN'T EVEN HELP HER?!" Mikuru's eyes filled with tears.
"...That's right..."
Mikuru's body shivered as she raised her hand and lowered it forcefully to Itsuki's face.
"I can't believe you, Itsuki Koizumi. We all thought Du were better than this." She whispered and she stood.
Itsuki clutched his burning cheek, tears flowing down his hand. "What do I do...?" He whispered to himself.
Mikuru walked away slowly, not looking back. After all, what kind of a man lets his partner die so easily?
Itsuki hung his head, not knowing what to do.
"She's dead..." He whispered to himself. "I promised her... I promised them that I'd protect her... But I couldn't...." He looked back at her body, soaked with rain and blood.
"What do I do?" He asked himself once more.
