The Princess With The Jet Black Hair

Her legs were weak.

She felt breathless.

She went numb for a moment.

All she could focus on was what was in front of her.

She didn't have the energy to stand upright. She just fell on her knees. Yukiko withdrew her sword, as the blood on the sword dripped on to the smooth marble floor.

Drip, drip, drip.

The room was so silent that she could hear every single drop of blood.

She looked expressionlessly as the figure fell on his back. His face was contorted in pain. He was breathing heavily yet it was irregular. Beads of sweat formed quickly on his forehead. He clenched onto his side as blood gushed out his wound at an accelerating rate.

Now she could see the face of that figure...

It was Beck.

"...Why? Why would you do that?" She wanted to say it out, but the shock overwhelmed her and nothing came out.

Mary immediately rushed towards him and kneeled beside him. "Beck! Stay with me!" She yelled while lifting his shirt up to reveal a deep gash that slightly above his navel. Blood spilled out from his wound like a broken faucet, yet Emily could do nothing but to watch as the others hurried towards he.

A light greenish light manifested at the Mary's hands and she place it next to his wound. The ends of the cut seemed to close up a little, but the rest did not seem heal up. "Dammit!" She cursed, "His wound is too deep, I can't heal him right now. I need to have the proper equipment, we need to head to Fiore as soon as possible."

Yukiko let out a nervous laugh as she justified herself, "I-It's not my fault. He appeared right in front of me." She then pointed to Emily, who was on the ground, shaking, "You should blame her, if she was better skilled this wouldn't happen."

Upon hearing that, anger started built up in Emily. Her fists tightened as she bit her lip, trying to not give in to her overwhelming anger. She could bȧrėly felt the pain in her right arm, all she could focus on was to control her emotions. She looked down as the mere sight of that girl pissed her off.

She did not know why she felt angry, she rarely felt this feeling.

"...Look at her, she's weak. If she was stronger, Beck wouldn't have gotten hurt!" She accused as she forced out an uncomfortable smirk.

"...You must be kidding me. Don't you have a sense of guilt?!" Emily yelled as her fiery eyes shot up to meet Yukiko's icy ones, "I'm weak! It's all my fault! But is that all you can say right now? Beck's injured for fuċk sake!"

Pushing herself off the ground, she continued, "Instead of insulting me, why don't you do something effective for this situation? Shouldn't you just go check on him or something?!"

Ever since she was young, she did not really care much of herself. She did not mind if she got hurt or insulted. The only thing that she did mind was the people around her getting hurt because of her.

She hates it.

"You want me dead, right? Then I'll do it myself. Just... Stop swing your sword around hurting others in the midst of it." Emily blurted out while walking towards Yukiko. She didn't know where all this courage and emotions come from, but they was just there all along, just hidden.

She grabbed Yukiko's sword and placed it's tip in the middle of her ċhėst. Without hesitation she applied force and launched the sword directly into her ċhėst..