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Onyx Tears | Sabito & Satella

Sabito firmly planted his gaze upon her, his brows knitting ever so slightly to show his confusion at her reaction. She seemed so sad and he couldn’t understand why. “I was the one who was hurt?” he repeated, cocking his head to the side. So it was true, the car had really impacted with his body. “Well, for whatever reason, I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about with me.” He could worry about the smaller details later, and he was sure once they were both safe and out of harms way he could mull over how it was that he’d survived when he’d been so assured he’d tasted true death. 

The pale woman before him finally extended her hand out for his, but her expression seemed strained.. pained, perhaps? “Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?” It sure looked as if she did. He was perfectly fine, somehow.. And yet she looked very distressed. He had no way of knowing what happened after he passed out. In fact his memory of the whole ordeal was just slightly hazy. He remembered pushing her out of the way but he couldn’t be sure he had made it in time. 

He should have someone call for an ambulance for the woman. Surely someone had to have done so by now? After all there was this crowd surrounding them and most were on their phones. Though, quite a fair bit were holding up their phones like they were trying to record the incident. It was unsightly. To behave in this manner under such possible dire circumstances made him bristle a bit with anger. 

Sabito decided to ignore them and reach for his own phone when he was stopped cold mid movement. The woman’s hand had indeed slipped into his open one, but he felt something soft press against his cheek, pulling his gaze back towards hers. “Uh..” She simply repeated that he had saved her. Any traces of the previous signs of strain she exhibited before had completely vanished. 

“Then.. are you alright now?” It was a little disturbing to note the change in her demeanor, but he didn’t get the sense of any foreboding. In fact she moved much more easily now, and her eyes no longer swam with the threat of tears. All in all, he’d say even if he was slightly perplexed by her actions, at least she didn’t seem as distressed as she was before. 

She wasn’t hurt, no, but Satella wished she could have warned him, even as she weakly tried to pry control back from the Witch. He’d saved her, so she wanted him to be safe. She didn’t want him to fall victim to whatever the Witch was going to do. She wanted to cry, but her body wasn’t her own. Even if she cried, the expression on her body’s face wouldn’t change. Deep within her own consciousness, she curled in on herself, eyes shut tight, as she prayed she’d regain control before the Witch could do anything.

A soft, breathy laugh left the Witch’s lips at his question. “Mm, that’s right,” she murmured. “I’m alright now. I’m alright now, because you’re here.” She brushed her thumb over his cheek as her lips pulled into a smile. Satella was too weak to pull her back right now, especially after expending so much energy to save his life. If it had been her, she would have had no trouble. After all, the Witch didn’t reject her power. She reveled in it, the part of herself Satella was too afraid to confront.

Her eyes took in his appearance, from his long, peach colored hair to those concerned eyes, to the jagged scar marring one side of his face. He was perfect. Dashing and brilliant, as though he were some prince in a fairy tale. The sort of person she’d always longed for, both the Witch and Satella. Satella wanted to be saved, thus by extension, so did the Witch, and now, here they were, face to face with their prince. The Witch simply couldn’t let this opportunity slip by.

She stepped closer, lacing her fingers with his. She was so close. She could hug him, feel his warmth. She would never let him go.

Her head tilted to the side. “I love you,” she smiled widely.

Satella tried to reach through the fog, her chest tight as she felt as though she was watching her body move from outside of it. 

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Onyx Tears | Sabito & Satella

Sabito gasped as if he had had his head held under water and was gasping for air for the first time. His lavender eyes which had been open but soulless shot wide open. For a moment his first thought was what happened? And where am I? He hadn’t even realized that he had been completely seeing through the person that was kneeling before him. 

A woman with ghostly pale skin and a black dress that only made her skin paler, a hand to his cheek as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. He focused on those eyes for a moment and noted how strange they were.. Purple eyes with blue pupils. As unusual as they were what caught his attention the most was her expression. Why were her eyes wet?

He briefly remembered what happened. He remembered a car racing towards them and at the last moment he had shoved a woman out of the way in a similar dress. So then that means he had been struck by the car. But there wasn’t any pain. He sat up and then traced his hand around his mouth. He could have sworn he felt some liquid there earlier but now there was nothing. Further examination revealed that there wasn’t damage anywhere else. No wounds, no bruises, even his clothes were intact. 

When he looked up he could see a crowd had formed around them and the sounds of sirens blaring in the distance.To his left was the car and a noticeable dent in the hood. How he had managed to survive that with nary a scratch was beyond him. More importantly..

Dusting his clothes off and getting to his feet, Sabito turned around to face the silver haired woman in black and held out a hand for her. “Are you okay?” She seemed somewhat shaken up but he didn’t find a scratch on her skin nor a tear in her dress. 

Most would be aware there was no way for the male to suddenly start breathing again, for his injuries to mend as if nothing had happened in the first place. Of course, this was Shizume City, where strange powers had become more and more common with the rise of the Kings and their clans. Even so, knowing that, there was still ice cold fear buried within her. She was a cursed witch, after all. A power like that would certainly leave her branded as one. 

But...no words like that left his lips, or any of the bystanders who were mystified by the whole ordeal. Satella watched as he rose to his feet, feeling at least a little relieved that her power seemed to have worked. The only downside was the headache pounding in her skull now. A wave of fatigue washed over her, but at the very least, a life had been saved. He’d...saved her, after all. 

He wasn’t done catching her off guard though, as he extended his hand to her and uttered those words. Concern...for her? After what he’d just been through? Fresh tears threatened to spill down her pale cheeks, her lips parted in stunned silence. 

“Me...?” she asked softly. “Why...you’re the one that was hurt...I only..” It had been her fault he’d been hurt too, but he was still asking if she was okay? She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had extended that kindness to her. Or any sort of kindness, for that matter. Worrying about someone like her... “You shouldn’t..”

Against her better judgement, her hand began to reach for his. Was it okay for someone to be this kind to her? Ah..she’d underestimated her ability to rewind time. She’d saved him, yes, but...the dizziness from before returned, and her vision blurred.

And then, all at once, it was like her entire demeanor changed. Her hand slid into his and then she was standing, one hand moving to cup his cheek as her lips pulled into a smile. “You saved me...you saved me...”

The woman before him was no longer Satella. Now, the Witch had come out to play.

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Onyx Tears | Sabito & Satella

Sabito affixed the strap over his shoulder, making sure it was in place. He had his sword placed in a very secure case meant for holding swords. Of course it was sheathed but he couldn’t very well walk around town even with a sheathed sword. He was in normal street wear today instead of his usual kimono attire. A plain white t-shirt, acid wash blue jeans, and a light green jacket since it was a hot day. His college classes had ended for the day and now it was time to return home. 

He stood at a traffic light with a group of people, all of them waiting patiently for the song to play and the light to change that would signal them safely forward across the street. Once the song started, everyone crossed the street at once. Sabito was no exception. He followed the crowd though kept his grip on his strap as he walked. The crosswalk light flickered a warning that there was only a few seconds left and some hurried out of the road to the sidewalk. From behind him, Sabito heard a gasp that made him turn.

A woman dressed in a black dress had either tripped or lost her bearings as her palms and knees were pressed against the gravel, her face cast downwards. He could not see her face given the black veil that shrouded it. She made no effort to move as if the song nor the countdown held any meaning to her. Sabito furrowed his brows and despite the warnings the countdown gave, he ignored it in favor of turning around and walking over to her. 

“Miss, are you alright?” He didn’t dare kneel down as doing so could obscure him from view from other drivers as well. At least for the time being the cars that were stopped in front of the crosswalk hadn’t moved. Perhaps they could see the scene in front of them. When no response came, Sabito bent down just slightly and reached out a hand to her. The song had stopped. The countdown had long reached zero. 

The cars at the crosswalk were waiting, though honked their horns impatiently. As long as they didn’t move it was fine. But the truck that peeled around the corner did not see them until it was too late. The screech of the tires as the driver slammed on the brakes alerted Sabito, he swung his head in the direction of the screeching and calculated it would not be able to stop in time. He’d deal with it somehow but as for the woman frozen in place..

There was no time to shake her into awareness of the present situation. He grabbed her slender arms and tried to bring her to her feet. The plan was to drag her to the sidewalk if need be but another glance in the direction of the speeding car told him that wouldn’t work. Now that he had the woman stood up he would just have to rely on gravity to do it’s thing. He slammed the palm of his hand hard into her chest, the force knocking her back just far enough to be clear of danger and of course he did his best to rush out of the way as well.

It was too late. 

The car slammed into him hard, his body folding over the hood of the car and rolling completely over it to the back. His body landed square on his back, his head bent backwards to see that the woman’s veil had been pushed out of her face, probably from when he shoved her. “Hhh..” His breath came in a pained wheeze as blood trickled out of the side of his mouth and he mustered just enough strength to turn his head to the side so it wouldn’t run into one of his lavender eyes. 

Ah, this doesn’t feel good.. He thought to himself as the panicked screams and cries of the passerby’s were washed out by the sound of his thundering heartbeat in his eardrums. I’m going to be late and…

As he once more fixed his eyes back onto the woman in black, a gentle yet relieved smile laced his features. She’s alright.. That’s good..

And then his breathing stopped and his eyes stopped seeing anything.

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She didn’t go out much. Past experiences and circumstances had led her to withdraw as much as she could. After all, why would she, when she had been treated as a witch before? Though she supposed in a way it was deserved. There was, after all, a witch lurking in the back of her mind, deep under the surface and taking hold no matter how hard she tried to fight it. 

Adjusting to the new, modern society had...taken quite a bit of time. It seemed as though every time she had gone out, something else had changed. In a way, she could almost understand why that woman had chosen to retreat here of all places. Still, she had at least recognized the signal for crossing the street. At first, everything seemed fine as she took those first few steps, but then a wave of vertigo washed over her, the sensation that came with the tug of the Witch trying to wrestle control for her. 

Her breath escaped her in a shaky exhale, perhaps more akin to a wheeze before she lost the strength in her limbs, collapsing to the pavement. She managed to catch herself at least before she could completely crumble. Her vision swam, her heart thundered away in her chest. She couldn’t find the strength to push herself up, even though she was dimly aware of someone speaking to her, but she couldn’t understand what was being said. Her own jaw refused to move, refused to form any sort of word or plea for help. 

Why did it have to be now? Dark spots formed in the corner of her vision, and she had the distinct feeling she was going to pass out, but then the mysterious stranger who had spoken to her a moment ago was suddenly lifting her up, helping her to her feet. The action surprised her, momentarily. She wasn’t used to anyone trying to help her. No one had been there for her before. No one had bothered to pay her any mind before. Just for that brief moment, the vertigo lightened and her vision cleared....just in time for the young man to push her out of the way. Her eyes widened as she stumbled backwards. Hadn’t he just been helping her...? So then...why... The feeling of despair began to return in full force, the Witch boiling under the surface. 

But then she registered what had happened. The screeching brakes, the loud thuds. Her eyes widened, startled back into complete clarity. He hadn’t shoved her out of malice. He was saving her. Tears sprang to her eyes as her throat tightened. “No, no, no..” The first person to ever lend her a helping hand, and it was going to end like this? What was with that gentle smile on his face, relief that she was alright? Shouldn’t he be angry? 

The Witch whispered in the back of her mind as she shakily made her way over, one pale hand shakily reaching out to cup his cheek, watching the life fade. “Why...why would you..?” She couldn’t let it end like this. He didn’t deserve this, so against her better judgment...she listened to the whispers of the Witch, calling upon those cursed powers to rewind his time.