[ficlet] Break/Gil - K - "Untitled."
Title: Untitled
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Gilbert Nightray, Xerxes Break.
Warnings: Death fic.
Rating: K
Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort.
Pairings: Break/Gil.
Summary: Break's final moments, and words, in Gilbert's arms.
"Break!"
A low laugh emitted from the man laying in his arms, his knees dirtied as he held the annoying man close, his eyes narrowed with anger. He couldn't do this. He couldn't leave in this way and Break knew all too well that Gilbert wasn't about to let him leave without a fight. But, then again, what was there to fight with a man laying in his death bed which consisted of a pair of arms of a man who had been his subordinate for a little more than ten years?
"My, my, Raven seems mad, doesn't he, Emily~?" he chirped, giving that clown-smeared grin he always sports. Nothing about him has changed, even if he is laying there with his breaths limited, each one counting to the time that he would leave. How could Raven fight a battle he couldn't win? He wasn't prepared, he wasn't sure of how to deal with this. Hadn't he been through enough?
"He is, he is!"
"B-Break, just shut up!"
A smirk. A smirk was all he could see from the man as he closed his eyes, coughing a bit as his head turned and buried itself into his pure, white shirt. Blood seeped through, soaking his skin. It made Gilbert sick, feeling the warm liquid that was what kept Break alive and well during the life he lived for who knew how long. This shirt would stain, too, most likely. Something told him he wouldn't be washing it, though. He didn't have the heart, knowing that would be one of the last things Break would leave him.
"Hey. Hey, Gilbert."
Leaning closer, considering the man had just motioned the best he could, Gilbert let his golden oculars peer into a sea of red wine, his eyes easing a bit as the smirk eased into nothing. Grabbing Gilbert's shirt, he pulled him down a bit, cheeks brushing just ever-so-slightly as his breath ghosted over the man's outer ear, making a shiver slide down his back with a slowness that was torture. "Hey, you know what you should do?" he asked, chuckling weakly, coughing a bit as Gilbert's eyes widened.
"Keep being useless. It suits you."
Feeling the man go limp, he closed his eyes, his head rolling against the young contractor. His body shook, pulling the man closer and shaking him back and forth, trying to get him to wake up. "Break, this isn't funny," he mumbled, his voice shaking a bit, trembles coursing through his body. "Break, I said this isn't funny!" Yelling wouldn't help at this point, and he knew, but it was all he felt like he could do at this point. Tears began to form in his eyes, the shaking getting a bit more violent as he tried to wake the corpse that used to be Xerxes Break.
Nothing happened. He was gone. Letting his head hang down, burying his face into his breathless chest. Did he really have to overwork himself? Did he really have to let himself go so easily? Didn't he say that he wouldn't be gotten rid of so quickly since he had other things to do? There was no way he could have went against his word. Break said many things, but it wasn't like him to go against something he said when talking of serious business. There was nothing he could do but sit and weep, wondering how it happened so fast and in his own arms.
Maybe, just maybe, if he sat there and cried, it'd be enough to make this joke mixed in a nightmare to stop, though pain bit him hard, reminding him that reality could also be dragged into dreams, not just stay in the human world.
Author: emorial
For: Nobody.
Characters: Gilbert Nightray, Xerxes Break.
Warnings: Death fic.
Rating: K
Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Hurt/Comfort.
Pairings: Break/Gil.
Summary: Break's final moments, and words, in Gilbert's arms.
"Break!"
A low laugh emitted from the man laying in his arms, his knees dirtied as he held the annoying man close, his eyes narrowed with anger. He couldn't do this. He couldn't leave in this way and Break knew all too well that Gilbert wasn't about to let him leave without a fight. But, then again, what was there to fight with a man laying in his death bed which consisted of a pair of arms of a man who had been his subordinate for a little more than ten years?
"My, my, Raven seems mad, doesn't he, Emily~?" he chirped, giving that clown-smeared grin he always sports. Nothing about him has changed, even if he is laying there with his breaths limited, each one counting to the time that he would leave. How could Raven fight a battle he couldn't win? He wasn't prepared, he wasn't sure of how to deal with this. Hadn't he been through enough?
"He is, he is!"
"B-Break, just shut up!"
A smirk. A smirk was all he could see from the man as he closed his eyes, coughing a bit as his head turned and buried itself into his pure, white shirt. Blood seeped through, soaking his skin. It made Gilbert sick, feeling the warm liquid that was what kept Break alive and well during the life he lived for who knew how long. This shirt would stain, too, most likely. Something told him he wouldn't be washing it, though. He didn't have the heart, knowing that would be one of the last things Break would leave him.
"Hey. Hey, Gilbert."
Leaning closer, considering the man had just motioned the best he could, Gilbert let his golden oculars peer into a sea of red wine, his eyes easing a bit as the smirk eased into nothing. Grabbing Gilbert's shirt, he pulled him down a bit, cheeks brushing just ever-so-slightly as his breath ghosted over the man's outer ear, making a shiver slide down his back with a slowness that was torture. "Hey, you know what you should do?" he asked, chuckling weakly, coughing a bit as Gilbert's eyes widened.
"Keep being useless. It suits you."
Feeling the man go limp, he closed his eyes, his head rolling against the young contractor. His body shook, pulling the man closer and shaking him back and forth, trying to get him to wake up. "Break, this isn't funny," he mumbled, his voice shaking a bit, trembles coursing through his body. "Break, I said this isn't funny!" Yelling wouldn't help at this point, and he knew, but it was all he felt like he could do at this point. Tears began to form in his eyes, the shaking getting a bit more violent as he tried to wake the corpse that used to be Xerxes Break.
Nothing happened. He was gone. Letting his head hang down, burying his face into his breathless chest. Did he really have to overwork himself? Did he really have to let himself go so easily? Didn't he say that he wouldn't be gotten rid of so quickly since he had other things to do? There was no way he could have went against his word. Break said many things, but it wasn't like him to go against something he said when talking of serious business. There was nothing he could do but sit and weep, wondering how it happened so fast and in his own arms.
Maybe, just maybe, if he sat there and cried, it'd be enough to make this joke mixed in a nightmare to stop, though pain bit him hard, reminding him that reality could also be dragged into dreams, not just stay in the human world.