The Perfect Blossom

[Zephyranthes]

"Then your mind is made up. My love, I will perform this one last duty to you, but afterwards, I'm not sure what I should do. Your absence from this world will be..."

His words trailed off as the words strangled and throttled his throat, and what came out was but a tiny sound. A little pop of air deep in the throat of a word imploding before leaving the mouth. It spoke more volumes than any other attempt to communicate could.

He looked down and began to walk towards the fateful courtyard slowly. A fist clenched. A descending tear from the eye. Dragging feet. What failed to hit him before was now making itself known within his heart. He was about to part with his dearly beloved, the one he had met as an enemy on this same planet long ago. How could he have been so stupid as to let her go through with this? The very act the two were about to perform was outlawed long ago by nearly every single major group in Kusari, including the Dragons.

But she was a fierce spirit. Even if he tried his best to forbid her from regaining her honor like this, it wouldn't work.

He grabbed the sheathed katana resting against a wall. It would soon be time. He gave one last look at Hitomi.

"Before you leave... I need your guidance one more time. What am I to do with myself and Sakura now? I thought we were meant to live quietly here, but I see now that violence and conflict will always rage within us, consuming us... It is difficult to act when one's destiny is so clouded.