Drabble 1

Saburo dropped the sword. It bounced soundlessly against the darkness without the clatter that would normally have been expected, and came to a quiet rest.

He followed after it, landing back on his heels beside Kururu. The yellow Keronian had been returned to an appearance that much more resembled normalcy, but at that moment he found it hard to understand people who compared death to a sleeping state. His own hand, shaking and dangerously pale, reached out to grab Kururu's hand, but he didn't feel smaller fingers scrambling reflexively for a grip on his own that they were too small to obtain. It was just rubbery frog-flesh, that was all he was holding onto.

“K-Kururu... you're here, aren't you...? Because... you wouldn't be... taken down by this kind of thing, and I wouldn't let you...” A whisper dropped into the silence, but once it faded, there was nothing else; not even the soft sound of the two Keronians breathing.