Literature
Kabuto: A Prediction
"It's your fault!"
The accusation was thrown, hurled with the strength of bitterness that comes only of loss. It ricocheted off the terrain, terrain torn from fighting and painted with the red, red blood of those who stood in the middle of it all, face to face, so different and yet so alike.
" It's your fault he's gone! It's your fault I'm..."
The words were cut off, severed by a choking sob that said more then worthless words could ever convey. The world was quiet around them, interrupted only be the drip, drip, drip of blood, or perhaps tears. The accused stood, dark and silent, reminded of a scenario not so long ago, an ironically, pa