#(I'm sorry ksfdksfj)

[practicalandpretty]

“You are so strong, just try and stay with me alright?” (//Clearly we both need more angst)

“Nnn…Kunihiro…”

Strong? How could he be strong? He’d led his team to disaster, after all. By letting them split up, he’d effectively dealt them all a hammer blow. 

Because of him, no-one knew if Tonbokiri would recover. 

Because of him, his teammates were injured and traumatized. 

Because of him Edo was burning to the ground and history had been rewritten. 

Because of him, Horikawa was suffering on two fronts; from watching Tonbokiri fight to the death and now seeing him in this pathetic state.

It was all his fault. He hadn’t lead firmly or properly, he’d let his team go awry and destroyed the world they’d tried to protect. That Hijikata had tried to protect. He’d let everyone down.

Ah… Mutsunokami should have let him drown. He wasn’t strong, he was weak. And growing weaker by the second…

Tears dripping from dulled eyes, a hand rested weakly on Horikawa’s shoulder before it fell to the futon with a soft thump, a rasped sob escaping the Uchigatana’s mouth.

“…’m s-sorry…Kuni…hiro… You… everyone… Even Hijikata-san… deserve better than..!”

It was almost a relief when the darkness overtook him.