Characters/Pairings: Suboshi, Miaka Yuki
He hates her voice, chattering non-stop, going on and on and on. It is high-pitched, shrill, with not one iota of calm or maturity -
as he steps forward, wobbling, bloody.
She’s no longer talking as she catches his fall, cushions his head in her lap; her sobs broken, dry and rasping - hiccupping horribly as if she’s choking in each breathe.
Now she’s whispering his name, again and again, chanting it desperately like a sacred mantra.
Closing his eyes, he decides - just this once, he likes it.
It’s still nothing compared to his brother’s flute, of course.