death

"It's not your time yet..." 

"Find him..." 

"It's over..." 

"Never.." 

"Succeed..." 

All the words floated around Shiro's mind; it felt like torture. The words never stopped. The words of failure seemed to be blocking out the positive thoughts that he had. After all, he had nothing to himself other than Cera's scarf and blade. As he withered from his own thoughts, he felt a powerful kick to the rib, forcing his mind into consciousness as his eyes burst open. Even though Izana had done his selfless act, defendiing the village from the ruthless flames, Shiro had still felt the aftermath, leadng to a slight burning sensation when he touched an area on his body that was greatly affected by his body more than the rest. Specifically his arms, hands and face. 

"Get up." He heard a loud voice shout at him as he sat up, holding onto the right rib where he was kicked. Staring at a guard, he quickly tried leaping, realizing that he was stuck in chains. But they felt different. Something was wrong about how these chains felt. Like the power was being sucked from him. 

"Some kind of prison...With chains that I can't escape from...I doubt that I'll be getting out of here anytime soon..." He spoke before he felt a being lingering near him. An immense amount of fear crowded his heart with each simple footstep. A shadow loomed over the opposing cell to him, and it seemed to be the same person that Izana fought earlier. 

"Look at you. In jail. This is where criminals like you belong, so you don't spend your time messing with OUR business." Naito spoke, his voice demanding and assertive, but lacking the righteousness. His heroic qualities seemed to be to none, but that was only to those that believed he did good by committing acts of terrorism. 

"I don't know who you think you are...destroying a village with flames just because you felt like it.." Shiro glared at him, trying to stand before the chains quickly humbled him, sitting him down. Simply watching his attempt, Naito burst into laughter, slightly opening the jail cell to allow himself in. With a glimmer of light, blinding Shiro, he felt a large amount of fear. He held up the chains to defend himself, watching the blade drift closer.

"Tell me, boy. Do ya wanna die here?" He smirked, watching Shiro's eyes wide as the chains constantly beat against the ground. His arms started to shake, his face started to pale. His legs began to twitch as the blade seemed to move even closer to his throat. Shiro watched him before he felt his consciousness fading. Liquid started to trickle down his throat, tears swelling his eyes. There was nothing else he could feel. The torture, the pain, the suffering, Why did everything bad have to happen to him? It didn't make sense. It never did. He had already been brought to this world, and now he was about to leave it. But no matter what, he held onto his ideals as his eyes slowly closed.