Originally Posted by
Radiantbeam
Another old short of mine, imported from ASuki because I enjoy punching people right where it hurts: the soul. A short piece focused on Rin during the infamous Mind of Steel/Superhero ending, while Kirei and Shirou have their conversation.
(Yes, most of my pieces are about Rin. This seems to be a trend.)
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Her hands are shaking.
Dimly, Rin can hear muffled voices behind her as she makes her way into the small room; it seems Kirei has come out to keep Shirou company. She is sure they are saying something important, something she should pause and listen to, because deep down she knows she needs to understand this new Shirou, grasp what makes him tick, if she wants to win the War.
If you want to live.
But that isn’t important right now, and she keeps walking.
The room in the back, the place that serves as Kirei’s home within the church, seems laughably small at the moment when compared to the place that houses it. Rin closes the door behind her without a sound, pauses, and locks it behind her.
The sound of the lock clicking into place rings in her head like a gunshot.
“Rin.”
Archer’s voice is soft, right by her ear, but she ignores him. On the bed, she sleeps; Matou Sakura is blissfully unaware of the fate that awaits her. There is some small, small comfort in that; at least right now, she has no idea of what is coming.
How the man she loved betrayed her.
How the sister she idolized will kill her.
“Rin.”
Archer’s hand is on her shoulder now. She ignores the warm, rough weight of it, stopping beside the bed. For a long moment, she gazes down at her sleeping sister. Her vision blurs, her throat burns, and she has to swallow hard, hastily swiping at her eyes so the tears won’t fall, won’t wake Sakura.
“Rin.”
When her hand lowers, her eyes are cold, focused. The Crest in her arm bursts to life, brilliant sparks of light blue against the red of her sweater. “Be quiet, Archer.” Her voice is tight, pained; she sounds on the verge of tears, even as she composes herself.
Archer’s hand falls away. The loss of it allows her to focus.
The knife is in her hand before she can think, but her arm won’t move. She simply stares at the younger girl, as if trying to memorize every piece of her, as if she is trying to burn this moment into her memory so that even in death, she can never escape it.
After a moment, she presses the knife against Sakura’s throat. For an instant, she thinks she feels the younger girl stiffen.
She trembles.
The tears are falling again, and she can’t even feel them. She lowers her head; black hair spills around both of them like a curtain, as if to briefly shield them from the world. She presses a soft, warm kiss to Sakura’s forehead as she sobs.
“I’m sorry, Sakura. I’m so, so sorry.”
For just an instant, she can swear she sees the younger girl smile.
It just makes her cry harder.
She kills her sister in a single motion, and when Sakura dies, Rin’s heart dies with her.
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