Chapter 11
Looking at him is a little bit like dying, Sakura decides.
“No.” She croaks out. “No you’re--you’re fine.”
Ashura’s child frowns a little, his eyes still burning like his all those millennia ago. “Okay...you were just staring off into space, dattebayo. Kinda like those creepy old guys that think of weird things.”
She laughs, a wet, sniffling sort of laugh that makes the lump in her throat grow until she can’t swallow it down anymore.
Ashura’s child panics then, his eyes going wide as the tears spill down her cheeks and a sob keens out of her throat. “Hey, hey, hey! I didn’t--I didn’t mean to--please stop crying!”
He flutters about her, hands barely brushing her shoulders and she cries harder, her breaths quickening with her tears. She’s shaking and sobbing and everything feels like it's being torn apart because--
because--
Those blue eyes are Ashura’s.
Exactly like Ashura’s.
She supposes that this is the reason they named her Sakura again.
The time has come.
But for what...she does not know.
She can only look at the boy--the perfect, angel-haired boy with the wide, sparkling blue eyes--and hope she doesn’t die on their blade once more.