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Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance
&& an SK Alternate Universe (AU) fic.
"Father," A melodic voice rang through Johan's head and he slightly smiled. It was his daughter, Rina, who had the aura of inexplicable beauty: her mid-waist lavender hair which always seemed to radiate and shine under the sun; her blue eyes that twinkled whenever she was happy; her sweet, lovable smile...but right now, only a solemn frown was evident.
"Ri...na," The 32-year-old man spluttered, his daughter immediately running to his side. Rina stared, a confused, befuddled look on her face. She gripped her father's hand tightly as Johan continued to cough and he wheezed out: "Rina..."
"Father, please...just rest, I--"
"I...can't feel my fingers, Rina...they won't move anymore...is death really that close for me?"
"No! Father, please don't say such things! You'll live, I know you'll live–!"
Johan smiled, pain and sadness smeared all over it. If he could scream it out loud, yes, he still wanted to live. He didn't want to die yet...At least not until he finds that person, no! He wouldn't allow it! But the excruciating pain reminded him that he wouldn't be able to do that task, that he would die with all the regret in his heart. If only... he told himself, If only I hadn't been shot that day, then I would probably still live longer...
He tried to stabilize his breathing, closing his eyes as he did so. He opened them again, a clear solution embedded in his mind. If he could relay it properly, then everything would be fine, or so he hoped. With a shaky voice, he told Rina, "My child, I have something to tell you." He stopped for a good ten seconds and the silence was enough to notify him that the girl was, indeed, giving him her full attention. Johan smiled ruefully. "Listen well. I..." His sentence was stopped short, though, when he suddenly arched his back, digging his head further into the pillow, and as he forced out a loud cough, his mouth instantaneously produced blood.
"...I'm fine," Johan lied through his gritted teeth, and Rina seemed to notice this because she tightened her hold on his hand. Even though she was only the mere age of nine, Johan was very much alert on how sharp the girl's mind and tongue were. He bit back a grin and then went straight to business. "Rina, this is important. You see...before I...die," He spat the word almost harshly, causing the girl to get sidetracked. Never had she heard him raise his voice nor sound so...angry in her whole life. Rina then shut out those thoughts as she narrowed her eyes, playing the words 'before I die' repeatedly in her mind. Hadn't she already pointed out that he wouldn't die? That she wouldn't let him die.
It was bad enough that he couldn't move a limb, now he was getting these annoying splutters? Regarding the matter with a disdainful face, he blandly told himself: Death is fucking playing with me. He needed to tell Rina, and fast. Who would know when he'd stop breathing altogether?
Rina succumbed to her own thoughts and was immediately snapped out of it when Johan muttered, "...find him for me, Rina..."
She blinked. What? Find who? She looked at him, entirely void of any emotion, and she plainly said, "What?" At that very moment, Rina was flabbergasted to know that even her own intelligence refused to work for her, and thus she failed to comprehend what had been said. Truth be told, her intelligence at the moment disgusted her.
"For me, dear Rina...find...him..." Johan started to lose control of his breath, his sleepiness, his own life. He asked himself why he hadn't died the day he was shot. Me and my fucking will.
"I don't understand! I can't understand a thing you're saying, Father! Who are you talking about? Who's he? Why should I find him?"
"Please...I beg of you!" His hard tone dramatically turned into a pleading one. As much as he loved Rina, he could not waste anymore time! Not now that he had only a few breaths to live...
Silence enveloped the room. Rina swore her heart skipped a beat when she failed to hear any breathing. She had then concluded that her worst fear came to slap her directly on the face. But she didn't lose any hope yet as Johan's hand was still a tad warm.
"McDowell...?!" Rina urged him to say more. She knew she was panicking; her dear father was slowly being taken away from her! She couldn't let this happen––
"Find...Mc...Dowell...family––" The last sigh, the last smile, the last look which said, 'I love you so much.'
This time around, not only did her worst fear come to greet her, but also Johan, whose death came to laugh at him.
Author's Notes: Erm. How was it? Tell me your opinion through a comment/review.
This one is part of my unnamed angst/drama/romance SK AU fic. This is, in actuality, the prologue, of some sort. You can say this is 'Johan's story,' or something like that. I-I THINK I KILLED THE CHARACTERS. NOT JUST PHYSICALLY, BUT ALSO THEIR PERSONALITY OH SHIT.