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Kryptonite
0 reviewsSongfic based on Kryptonite by Three Doors Down. Spoilers to the end of the Soul Society Arc.
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I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there's nothing I can do, yeah
That time, he'd been weak. He hadn't been able to stop them, to keep them from ripping her from his side.
Determination hadn't been enough to save her. Stubborn determination and defiance didn't keep him from bleeding out, didn't force his dying body to find new life. He had lain there, powerless, as they marched her down the street and out of his life. His blood painted the street, washing away under the rain, streaking the dark pavement with bright crimson vitality.
It had been raining that day too. The first day he'd been helpless to save the life of someone he loved.
The rain fell, unsympathetic, as his body struggled toward its last breath. The air rushed into his burning lungs like sand paper, scratching noisily at his throat. The rasping breaths blended into the sound of the falling rain.
He couldn't save her. He wasn't strong enough. The anguishing reality of his own incompetence cut more cleanly than any blade. The agony of that wound stung more acutely than the blunt-edged gaping holes torn through him.
The emptiness inside him cried out. She was gone, gone, gone! And he would continue on, without out her, without the center of his world. She'd given him the power to protect, to ensure the safety and happiness of others with his own two hands. So why hadn't it been enough?
I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
Sometimes he thought he hated her. She was so annoying, for such a tiny thing. It made little sense to him how such a small being could be so disproportionately infuriating. The way she talked as if she knew everything, as if she could have done any better!
Surely she was a demon from hell, sent to torment for some sin committed in a past life. Surely no one could be so aggravating without design.
But even beneath the frustration and rebellious pride, he'd known he would never trade those moments for anything. She was the only person who could stand up to him, who could match his audacious defiance and cutting glares. So even in the throes of frustration, he respected her.
If this was the price of their friendship, he would pay it a thousand times over.
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
The madness tore at him, clawed at his control. The colors around him faded, bled out into black and white, as if bleached. Time seemed to stop as the darkness inside rose up, pushing the fragile grip he maintained on his sanity.
It threatened everything that had ever meant anything to him. It threatened his existence, threatened his ability to protect those he loved. It threatened her, threatened her opinion of him.
It shamed him that he couldn't contain it. The seeds of the madness grew, sprouted into a creeping vine that stole his power, his life, bit by bit each moment. The voice in his head blotted out everything else, made it so he couldn't concentrate, couldn't think past the hated voice.
He'd seen the way she looked at him whenever it broke through. He'd seen her pity, her disappointment, through its yellowed eyes. She couldn't understand the horror caged within him, couldn't comprehend his ceaseless fight to keep it from taking over permanently, from trapping him inside his own mind.
He couldn't keep her from leaving if he couldn't keep his sanity. All his strength was useless if he lost himself to the darkness growing within. If he couldn't save himself from a monster born of his own failure, his own incompetence, how could he protect her from those who might wish her harm?
You called me strong, you called me weak
But your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you
Back on solid ground
She had underestimated him. She'd told him to run, to get away while he had the chance, but he hadn't listened. When had he ever listened to her? She'd forgotten how he'd so completely overpowered her the first time they met. She'd forgotten his rebellious determination, his complete disregard for his own safety.
She'd forgotten that he loved her.
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there's nothing I can do, yeah
That time, he'd been weak. He hadn't been able to stop them, to keep them from ripping her from his side.
Determination hadn't been enough to save her. Stubborn determination and defiance didn't keep him from bleeding out, didn't force his dying body to find new life. He had lain there, powerless, as they marched her down the street and out of his life. His blood painted the street, washing away under the rain, streaking the dark pavement with bright crimson vitality.
It had been raining that day too. The first day he'd been helpless to save the life of someone he loved.
The rain fell, unsympathetic, as his body struggled toward its last breath. The air rushed into his burning lungs like sand paper, scratching noisily at his throat. The rasping breaths blended into the sound of the falling rain.
He couldn't save her. He wasn't strong enough. The anguishing reality of his own incompetence cut more cleanly than any blade. The agony of that wound stung more acutely than the blunt-edged gaping holes torn through him.
The emptiness inside him cried out. She was gone, gone, gone! And he would continue on, without out her, without the center of his world. She'd given him the power to protect, to ensure the safety and happiness of others with his own two hands. So why hadn't it been enough?
I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end
Sometimes he thought he hated her. She was so annoying, for such a tiny thing. It made little sense to him how such a small being could be so disproportionately infuriating. The way she talked as if she knew everything, as if she could have done any better!
Surely she was a demon from hell, sent to torment for some sin committed in a past life. Surely no one could be so aggravating without design.
But even beneath the frustration and rebellious pride, he'd known he would never trade those moments for anything. She was the only person who could stand up to him, who could match his audacious defiance and cutting glares. So even in the throes of frustration, he respected her.
If this was the price of their friendship, he would pay it a thousand times over.
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
The madness tore at him, clawed at his control. The colors around him faded, bled out into black and white, as if bleached. Time seemed to stop as the darkness inside rose up, pushing the fragile grip he maintained on his sanity.
It threatened everything that had ever meant anything to him. It threatened his existence, threatened his ability to protect those he loved. It threatened her, threatened her opinion of him.
It shamed him that he couldn't contain it. The seeds of the madness grew, sprouted into a creeping vine that stole his power, his life, bit by bit each moment. The voice in his head blotted out everything else, made it so he couldn't concentrate, couldn't think past the hated voice.
He'd seen the way she looked at him whenever it broke through. He'd seen her pity, her disappointment, through its yellowed eyes. She couldn't understand the horror caged within him, couldn't comprehend his ceaseless fight to keep it from taking over permanently, from trapping him inside his own mind.
He couldn't keep her from leaving if he couldn't keep his sanity. All his strength was useless if he lost himself to the darkness growing within. If he couldn't save himself from a monster born of his own failure, his own incompetence, how could he protect her from those who might wish her harm?
You called me strong, you called me weak
But your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you
Back on solid ground
She had underestimated him. She'd told him to run, to get away while he had the chance, but he hadn't listened. When had he ever listened to her? She'd forgotten how he'd so completely overpowered her the first time they met. She'd forgotten his rebellious determination, his complete disregard for his own safety.
She'd forgotten that he loved her.
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