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Pounding on cold metal, shouts of frustrations, promises made. That’s all he heard. All that’s left was the dull, barely present ache. He couldn’t see, sanguine vision disrupting his view.
He felt a bit like Icarus, ironically.
Which, he mused in his haze, is a fitting ending for him. Quietly, in his mind, he always laughed at the figure. Who in their right mind would go anywhere near the sun with waxen wings?
Goro himself, apparently. The very idea he couldn’t help but ridicule, he became. All the killing, hotter and hotter, closer to the sun, closer to hell.
He had been stupid. Beyond stupid.
Had he flown lower for just one moment, he would have been able to embrace the boy with tousled black locks, and eyes of steel in direct contrast to the floor he’s currently lying on.
So warm, so kind.
Why did he long for the heights of the sun, when there was an idyllic source of warmth right below him. If only he had taken the plunge.
If only.
But the promise made put a smile on his face. He frankly thought, right this moment, the claim that you see your life flash in pictures is nothing but a romantic cliché. No, he reminisces of their time together, their unspoken dates, standing beneath muted light and reaching for each other’s grasp. If only he hadn’t let go.
If only.
He could not feel anything anymore, but he could feel the embrace of a phantom, a soft touch to his unresponsive lips. Funny, he wished they had kissed before this hallucination gave him a taste of what could have been.
If only.
And as the phantom grasped him tighter, Akechi Goro let the sun consume him once and for all.