Losing Grip, TORAxKANON//ONESHOT~
Title: Losing Grip
Chapters: ONESHOT
Author: truexsweet
Genre: Angst
Ratings: R
Pairings: ToraxKanon
Synopsis: He always loved to watch Tora play the grand piano that stood in that small space, the way each slender finger ran across the keys filling the air with beautiful melodic sounds. His tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he gently grazed the wooden exterior, eying the fine instrument with admiration. He would always tell Tora how much he hated it, how much of a waste the old heap was. But he never meant it. He loved it, and he loved that smile that graced the tiger’s features each time he played. He looked almost like an angel when moonlight reflected off him, curving his body into a beautiful silhouette.
Comments: A lot of people are probably going to look at this pairing like ‘what the hell’ and what not, but I personally think they make a great pairing thanks to dreamsoflust . We actually have a roleplay going on, and after our first RP a few months ago, she realized they were better lovers than friends, and they actually got along very well. This oneshot was brought on by something I was writing in my freetime, and after reading the original to her, we decided it would be awesome to show the world the ToraxKanon pairing. I’d also like to thank nokutetsu . If I didn’t have her support, I probably wouldn’t have posted this. So, without further ado, Enjoy~
It was quiet. So quiet the only thing audible were the sounds of his breathing as he sobbed silently, taking slow shallow breathes to ease his mind as the thoughts began to race. His mind was captive to thing he despised the most, those sick twisted monsters that told him of nothing but the pain he had endured for years, and many years to come. His throat was aching from the words he wanted to say, the pain breath-taking as he tried to embrace himself. He’d do anything, anything to try to get someone to see, someone to understand that feeling that had been plaguing him for so long, but no matter how hard he tried, he found himself here, alone, sitting patiently waiting for someone to find him.
His patience began to fade, his hopes and dreams becoming disposable in the depth of his heart. Nobody would listen, no one could satisfy what ‘they’ wanted. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he gripped that sharp shear that he so skillfully kept hidden from the world, his darkest secret that kept him isolated from the ones he loved most. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any of them. Not when that metal kept him company, comforted him, and made him feel as if he were on top of the world. No one could make him feel that way, nothing but that small item could make him feel as if he were invincible, walking on cloud nine.
His dark tresses flew freely as his head tilted back, running that sharp blade over his once flawless skin. It was beautiful how that lovely flow of red tainted a line across his porcelain arm, the deep color reflecting from the dim light succumbing the room. His lips parted as he released a soft groan, his body building with the euphoria he had so desperately craved. This is what he loved, this is what he lived for. He didn’t need anyone, not a soul. Not when his best friend was the knife cradled in his hands.
His body began to tremble as the cool air began to settle, sending icy shivers down his emaciated spine. Those voices, the malicious laughs began to echo throughout that small room, telling him of his failure and defeat, making him hate himself beyond reason. But why? Why did ‘they’ hurt him so much if they were his friends? He couldn’t understand how something that wasn’t even there could make him feel so low, make him want to rip his hair out and scream. His eyes began to fill with tears as he dropped that knife to the ground, cursing to those beings that only he could see.
‘You’re lying.’ He muttered, pulling his knees his chest. ‘You’re all lying.’
They were, weren’t they? He couldn’t tell anymore. His fingers clawed desperately into the fabric of his jeans as his maple eyes searched the dark room, his chest continuing to rise and fall with his labored breathing. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t. He needed Tora, he needed the only person he knew he could turn to. With a deep breath, the raven slowly picked himself off the ground and pattered down the hall, trying his best to keep himself collected until he could reach the tiger. When he saw the look of fear on the elder’s eyes, his knees grew shaky and his heart pounded. He needed this, didn’t he?
He and Tora had been friends since elementary school. They had been through thick and thin, inseparable since the day they met. He could still remember the smell of the sulfur when the brunette found him sitting in the rain. There had been a fight, a fight he could only remember vague, but he was the one to find him. He was the one who searched for him for hours in the down pour, and even now, after all those years, the tiger stood here beside him, loving and caring for him as if those times never even changed at all.
But they had. Tora may not have seen it, but he had. Kanon knew better. He had always been more realistic than the tiger. Nothing lasts forever, does it? That was how he saw it. Things weren’t how they use to be. There was a time when the house was filled with nothing but laughter, and the two of them would spend each night lying beneath the stars, a time when he and Tora could dine together and share their ambitions. But times were different now. Kanon often wondered if it was he who drifted away. Ever since a year ago, things have been falling apart. ‘They’ began to take over. No matter how hard Tora tried, his words just couldn’t reach him. But god, how much did Kanon want them too. He didn’t want things to get like this. He didn’t want Tora to watch him fall apart, and yet here he was, face-to-face with the man he tried so hard to hide from.
“Kanon, what did you do?” Tora’s eyes grew wide as he dropped his briefcase to the ground. His mind was racing, and the only thing he could register was the gash along his lover’s arm.
It was obvious he knew what had happened, and Kanon could only bite his lip as he shook his head, keeping a steady stare with floor. He wasn’t ready to talk. Not when his heart was beating so frantically, and his hands were shaking.
“Kanon, please, tell me. Please, baby. What’s going on?” Tora had to try so hard not cry as he pulled the raven towards the sink. He was thankful the cut wasn’t too deep, but he couldn’t change the frown that was plastered on his face. Why? Why would Kanon do something like that? Tora tried so hard to think of the answers. Maybe he wasn’t doing enough, maybe he wasn’t there when he should have been. Whatever the reason, he knew the only person he could blame was himself. He should have seen it coming, and he didn’t.
He gently grasped the raven’s arm as he held it over the sink to pour a little antiseptic, his face cringing as he saw all the small scattered scars that defiled his lover’s once pure skin. It was hard seeing Kanon hurt like this, seeing him so broken. It took so much effort not to break in front of the other, but he managed to keep his mind focused on the job at hand. Once he felt the cut was clean, he wrapped Kanon’s arm with gauze and lead him towards the bedroom.
He knew Kanon wasn’t going to talk about this. Tora knew Kanon better than anyone, and the look in his lover’s eyes told him the same. He sighed softly as he fell to the bed, and his arms instantly opened for the younger to join him.
Kanon nuzzled his face into the crook of Tora’s neck as he felt strong arms wrap around his frame. He wanted to tell the brunette everything, let him in. But what would Tora think if he allowed him into his world? He knew he wasn’t normal. He wasn’t like the old Kanon that Tora grew to love. Would he stay if he knew the truth? If he knew those gut wrenching thoughts that haunted him every day?
His sobs began to die down as the tiger gently caressed his back, breathing becoming nothing more than a soft pull of respiration. It was moments like this that Kanon hated the most. He hated feeling this way, feeling this guilt. Tora never asked anything of him, always put smile on, and in moments like this, put the raven at peace. There was no good guy or bad guy. There was no battle to be waged between the two. Kanon knew that in Tora’s eyes, he was perfect, despite all his flaws, and it was then that those dark eyes began to widen, his mind processing those very thoughts.
Tora never asked a thing of him. Tora never shunned him. Tora never hurt him like ‘they’ did. Who was the enemy in this? It was never Tora, or his friends. It was him, those voices reflecting a part of him he hated more than life itself. For so long he allowed his mind to be warped into a battlefield, when in reality he put the blame on the only person he could. He didn’t blame Tora, he knew damn well the brunette had been nothing but sincere, and yet he allowed things to spiral so out of control that now he was laying beside that man, knowing the tiger was blaming nobody but himself. It wasn’t Tora’s fault.
“It’s my fault.” His words are faint, a whisper so weak he was sure it was lost in the breeze blowing through the window. His eyes began to water as he clutched the brunette’s shirt between his fingers. “Tora, this is all my fault.”
Tora’s eyes began to water as his grip tightened. It wasn’t Kanon’s fault. It couldn’t have been. There must have been something he could have done, must have been something Kanon wanted to say and he was just too blind to see it. All he ever wanted was for Kanon to be happy, to smile like he always did. He should have noticed when the other’s majestic smile was fading, his aura becoming dark and unnatural. Maybe he didn’t want to see it, maybe if he just would have opened his eyes he could have prevented this all, or so he thought.
“Let’s not worry about it. Just worry about getting some sleep, and we’ll discuss it all in the morning. This isn’t your fault, Kanon. It’s not, so don’t act like it is.”
His words were heart-wrenching to the raven’s ears, the tone bringing fresh tears to his already puffy eyes. How wasn’t it his fault? It wasn’t like Tora was the one tearing him apart. It wasn’t like Tora was the one who damaged him, or lied to him. He was nothing but a good lover, an amazing friend, and no matter how much Kanon wished he could describe it, he couldn’t. Tora was his world. He was the only person willing to save him, stay with him through this all. Yet why? Why was being near the other so painful?
His eyes stayed drawn to the ceiling as he felt the brunette’s hot breath ghost over his neck, signaling to younger that Tora was well asleep. Kanon’s eyes began to water as he heard those penetrating screams, those voices screaming louder than ever. He was scared, terrified even, but he didn’t want to wake the other, not when he was sleeping so serene. His lip quivered at the sight of the tiger, the way he looked so calm and at peace.
Peace.
Kanon prayed every night for that very thing. God how much he wanted to have a moment of silence, just to have everything stop. He knew it wasn’t possible. There was never an escape, and their never would be.
He carefully unlocked the elder’s strong arms as he crept from the bed, making note to roll softly over the dark satin sheets. His eyes stuck to the dresser like glue as he made his way through the dark room, and pattered silently not to make a peep. He didn’t dare wake the tiger, not when he finally knew what had to be done. There was nothing anyone could do to save him, and this time, for the first time, he was going to save himself.
He smiled softly as he made his way down the hall towards the living room. He always loved to watch Tora play the grand piano that stood in that small space, the way each slender finger ran across the keys filling the air with beautiful melodic sounds. His tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he gently grazed the wooden exterior, eying the fine instrument with admiration. He would always tell Tora how much he hated it, how much of a waste the old heap was. But he never meant it. He loved it, and he loved that smile that graced the tiger’s features each time he played. He looked almost like an angel when moonlight reflected off him, curving his body into a beautiful silhouette.
And Kanon loved it. He always loved it so much. Every little thing about Tora brought a smile to his face. The tiger was always fun, always had the most glowing personality out of anyone he knew. He wanted to spend his life with him. Tora always talked about adoption, and about how much he wanted to see the world. Kanon wouldn’t give the tiger up for the world, which is why this was killing him.
His hand was trembling as he pulled the small handgun from its holster, eying the way the silver shined so brightly in the candlelight. It was intriguing staring at the small designs that were carved along the exterior, and surprising how lightweight the weapon really was. This was his last resort, wasn’t it? There was no turning back. He wanted everything to stop. He needed it to stop. He couldn’t continue living this way, and he couldn’t bear to watch his lover fall apart over his continuous stupid mistakes. This would be the final time he hurt the tiger, and he was happy. Tora would never have to wonder what was going through his mind, Tora would never have to understand the demons that haunted at him. They could both be at peace, and it would finally be over.
The sound was piercing as a single shot fired, instantly bringing the tiger to his feet. Tears slowly began to whelm from his eyes as he threw the blanket from his form, and when he saw the clothes scattered on the floor and drawer pulled open, he knew this was Kanon’s doing. Something wasn’t right, and although he had a feeling of what happened, he wouldn’t believe it. Not until he saw the raven, not until he saw it with his own eyes.
It took all but a few seconds and the brunette was dashing out the door, heart pondering so hard he could feel it in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. Kanon was right beside him, he was fine, he was breathing, and now…
‘No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!’
“Kanon?” His eyes were wide, and any word spoken was lost by the lump in his throat. “Baby, you’re okay, right? Did you trip over the coffee table again? I thought I told you not to walk around at night, it’s dangerous.”
The blood that drenched the once cream carpet sent shivers down his spine. How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Kanon was his everything. He loved him more than anything on this planet. He could have saved him, couldn’t he? If he’d of tried harder, maybe Kanon would still be in his arms, wrapped tightly against his chest.
“Kanon? Please…look at me. Baby, just look at me..” His heart was breaking with each word unreturned, and he could no longer control his quiet sobs. His legs buckled beneath him as he crashed to the ground, pulling the gun from his lover’s grasp.
“You promised, Kanon. Forever, even in death. Didn’t you?” He laughed as he turned the raven over, wiping away some of the blood that ran fresh down his face. “You’re a liar.” He was, wasn’t he? He promised, he swore they were going to stay together, forever.
He gently placed a kiss to the other’s cool lips, smiling softly as he brushed a few soaked strands from his cheek. “I love you so much, and I always will. Until death do us part, right?” He laughed coolly as his grip on the gun tightened. “I could have helped you, you know. I would have done anything for you, if only you gave me a chance.”
His eyes shut as he pulled away from the other, laying beside the corpse as he eyed the weapon in his hand. “I would have done anything for you..”
Bang.
Chapters: ONESHOT
Author: truexsweet
Genre: Angst
Ratings: R
Pairings: ToraxKanon
Synopsis: He always loved to watch Tora play the grand piano that stood in that small space, the way each slender finger ran across the keys filling the air with beautiful melodic sounds. His tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he gently grazed the wooden exterior, eying the fine instrument with admiration. He would always tell Tora how much he hated it, how much of a waste the old heap was. But he never meant it. He loved it, and he loved that smile that graced the tiger’s features each time he played. He looked almost like an angel when moonlight reflected off him, curving his body into a beautiful silhouette.
Comments: A lot of people are probably going to look at this pairing like ‘what the hell’ and what not, but I personally think they make a great pairing thanks to dreamsoflust . We actually have a roleplay going on, and after our first RP a few months ago, she realized they were better lovers than friends, and they actually got along very well. This oneshot was brought on by something I was writing in my freetime, and after reading the original to her, we decided it would be awesome to show the world the ToraxKanon pairing. I’d also like to thank nokutetsu . If I didn’t have her support, I probably wouldn’t have posted this. So, without further ado, Enjoy~
It was quiet. So quiet the only thing audible were the sounds of his breathing as he sobbed silently, taking slow shallow breathes to ease his mind as the thoughts began to race. His mind was captive to thing he despised the most, those sick twisted monsters that told him of nothing but the pain he had endured for years, and many years to come. His throat was aching from the words he wanted to say, the pain breath-taking as he tried to embrace himself. He’d do anything, anything to try to get someone to see, someone to understand that feeling that had been plaguing him for so long, but no matter how hard he tried, he found himself here, alone, sitting patiently waiting for someone to find him.
His patience began to fade, his hopes and dreams becoming disposable in the depth of his heart. Nobody would listen, no one could satisfy what ‘they’ wanted. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he gripped that sharp shear that he so skillfully kept hidden from the world, his darkest secret that kept him isolated from the ones he loved most. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any of them. Not when that metal kept him company, comforted him, and made him feel as if he were on top of the world. No one could make him feel that way, nothing but that small item could make him feel as if he were invincible, walking on cloud nine.
His dark tresses flew freely as his head tilted back, running that sharp blade over his once flawless skin. It was beautiful how that lovely flow of red tainted a line across his porcelain arm, the deep color reflecting from the dim light succumbing the room. His lips parted as he released a soft groan, his body building with the euphoria he had so desperately craved. This is what he loved, this is what he lived for. He didn’t need anyone, not a soul. Not when his best friend was the knife cradled in his hands.
His body began to tremble as the cool air began to settle, sending icy shivers down his emaciated spine. Those voices, the malicious laughs began to echo throughout that small room, telling him of his failure and defeat, making him hate himself beyond reason. But why? Why did ‘they’ hurt him so much if they were his friends? He couldn’t understand how something that wasn’t even there could make him feel so low, make him want to rip his hair out and scream. His eyes began to fill with tears as he dropped that knife to the ground, cursing to those beings that only he could see.
‘You’re lying.’ He muttered, pulling his knees his chest. ‘You’re all lying.’
They were, weren’t they? He couldn’t tell anymore. His fingers clawed desperately into the fabric of his jeans as his maple eyes searched the dark room, his chest continuing to rise and fall with his labored breathing. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t. He needed Tora, he needed the only person he knew he could turn to. With a deep breath, the raven slowly picked himself off the ground and pattered down the hall, trying his best to keep himself collected until he could reach the tiger. When he saw the look of fear on the elder’s eyes, his knees grew shaky and his heart pounded. He needed this, didn’t he?
He and Tora had been friends since elementary school. They had been through thick and thin, inseparable since the day they met. He could still remember the smell of the sulfur when the brunette found him sitting in the rain. There had been a fight, a fight he could only remember vague, but he was the one to find him. He was the one who searched for him for hours in the down pour, and even now, after all those years, the tiger stood here beside him, loving and caring for him as if those times never even changed at all.
But they had. Tora may not have seen it, but he had. Kanon knew better. He had always been more realistic than the tiger. Nothing lasts forever, does it? That was how he saw it. Things weren’t how they use to be. There was a time when the house was filled with nothing but laughter, and the two of them would spend each night lying beneath the stars, a time when he and Tora could dine together and share their ambitions. But times were different now. Kanon often wondered if it was he who drifted away. Ever since a year ago, things have been falling apart. ‘They’ began to take over. No matter how hard Tora tried, his words just couldn’t reach him. But god, how much did Kanon want them too. He didn’t want things to get like this. He didn’t want Tora to watch him fall apart, and yet here he was, face-to-face with the man he tried so hard to hide from.
“Kanon, what did you do?” Tora’s eyes grew wide as he dropped his briefcase to the ground. His mind was racing, and the only thing he could register was the gash along his lover’s arm.
It was obvious he knew what had happened, and Kanon could only bite his lip as he shook his head, keeping a steady stare with floor. He wasn’t ready to talk. Not when his heart was beating so frantically, and his hands were shaking.
“Kanon, please, tell me. Please, baby. What’s going on?” Tora had to try so hard not cry as he pulled the raven towards the sink. He was thankful the cut wasn’t too deep, but he couldn’t change the frown that was plastered on his face. Why? Why would Kanon do something like that? Tora tried so hard to think of the answers. Maybe he wasn’t doing enough, maybe he wasn’t there when he should have been. Whatever the reason, he knew the only person he could blame was himself. He should have seen it coming, and he didn’t.
He gently grasped the raven’s arm as he held it over the sink to pour a little antiseptic, his face cringing as he saw all the small scattered scars that defiled his lover’s once pure skin. It was hard seeing Kanon hurt like this, seeing him so broken. It took so much effort not to break in front of the other, but he managed to keep his mind focused on the job at hand. Once he felt the cut was clean, he wrapped Kanon’s arm with gauze and lead him towards the bedroom.
He knew Kanon wasn’t going to talk about this. Tora knew Kanon better than anyone, and the look in his lover’s eyes told him the same. He sighed softly as he fell to the bed, and his arms instantly opened for the younger to join him.
Kanon nuzzled his face into the crook of Tora’s neck as he felt strong arms wrap around his frame. He wanted to tell the brunette everything, let him in. But what would Tora think if he allowed him into his world? He knew he wasn’t normal. He wasn’t like the old Kanon that Tora grew to love. Would he stay if he knew the truth? If he knew those gut wrenching thoughts that haunted him every day?
His sobs began to die down as the tiger gently caressed his back, breathing becoming nothing more than a soft pull of respiration. It was moments like this that Kanon hated the most. He hated feeling this way, feeling this guilt. Tora never asked anything of him, always put smile on, and in moments like this, put the raven at peace. There was no good guy or bad guy. There was no battle to be waged between the two. Kanon knew that in Tora’s eyes, he was perfect, despite all his flaws, and it was then that those dark eyes began to widen, his mind processing those very thoughts.
Tora never asked a thing of him. Tora never shunned him. Tora never hurt him like ‘they’ did. Who was the enemy in this? It was never Tora, or his friends. It was him, those voices reflecting a part of him he hated more than life itself. For so long he allowed his mind to be warped into a battlefield, when in reality he put the blame on the only person he could. He didn’t blame Tora, he knew damn well the brunette had been nothing but sincere, and yet he allowed things to spiral so out of control that now he was laying beside that man, knowing the tiger was blaming nobody but himself. It wasn’t Tora’s fault.
“It’s my fault.” His words are faint, a whisper so weak he was sure it was lost in the breeze blowing through the window. His eyes began to water as he clutched the brunette’s shirt between his fingers. “Tora, this is all my fault.”
Tora’s eyes began to water as his grip tightened. It wasn’t Kanon’s fault. It couldn’t have been. There must have been something he could have done, must have been something Kanon wanted to say and he was just too blind to see it. All he ever wanted was for Kanon to be happy, to smile like he always did. He should have noticed when the other’s majestic smile was fading, his aura becoming dark and unnatural. Maybe he didn’t want to see it, maybe if he just would have opened his eyes he could have prevented this all, or so he thought.
“Let’s not worry about it. Just worry about getting some sleep, and we’ll discuss it all in the morning. This isn’t your fault, Kanon. It’s not, so don’t act like it is.”
His words were heart-wrenching to the raven’s ears, the tone bringing fresh tears to his already puffy eyes. How wasn’t it his fault? It wasn’t like Tora was the one tearing him apart. It wasn’t like Tora was the one who damaged him, or lied to him. He was nothing but a good lover, an amazing friend, and no matter how much Kanon wished he could describe it, he couldn’t. Tora was his world. He was the only person willing to save him, stay with him through this all. Yet why? Why was being near the other so painful?
His eyes stayed drawn to the ceiling as he felt the brunette’s hot breath ghost over his neck, signaling to younger that Tora was well asleep. Kanon’s eyes began to water as he heard those penetrating screams, those voices screaming louder than ever. He was scared, terrified even, but he didn’t want to wake the other, not when he was sleeping so serene. His lip quivered at the sight of the tiger, the way he looked so calm and at peace.
Peace.
Kanon prayed every night for that very thing. God how much he wanted to have a moment of silence, just to have everything stop. He knew it wasn’t possible. There was never an escape, and their never would be.
He carefully unlocked the elder’s strong arms as he crept from the bed, making note to roll softly over the dark satin sheets. His eyes stuck to the dresser like glue as he made his way through the dark room, and pattered silently not to make a peep. He didn’t dare wake the tiger, not when he finally knew what had to be done. There was nothing anyone could do to save him, and this time, for the first time, he was going to save himself.
He smiled softly as he made his way down the hall towards the living room. He always loved to watch Tora play the grand piano that stood in that small space, the way each slender finger ran across the keys filling the air with beautiful melodic sounds. His tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he gently grazed the wooden exterior, eying the fine instrument with admiration. He would always tell Tora how much he hated it, how much of a waste the old heap was. But he never meant it. He loved it, and he loved that smile that graced the tiger’s features each time he played. He looked almost like an angel when moonlight reflected off him, curving his body into a beautiful silhouette.
And Kanon loved it. He always loved it so much. Every little thing about Tora brought a smile to his face. The tiger was always fun, always had the most glowing personality out of anyone he knew. He wanted to spend his life with him. Tora always talked about adoption, and about how much he wanted to see the world. Kanon wouldn’t give the tiger up for the world, which is why this was killing him.
His hand was trembling as he pulled the small handgun from its holster, eying the way the silver shined so brightly in the candlelight. It was intriguing staring at the small designs that were carved along the exterior, and surprising how lightweight the weapon really was. This was his last resort, wasn’t it? There was no turning back. He wanted everything to stop. He needed it to stop. He couldn’t continue living this way, and he couldn’t bear to watch his lover fall apart over his continuous stupid mistakes. This would be the final time he hurt the tiger, and he was happy. Tora would never have to wonder what was going through his mind, Tora would never have to understand the demons that haunted at him. They could both be at peace, and it would finally be over.
The sound was piercing as a single shot fired, instantly bringing the tiger to his feet. Tears slowly began to whelm from his eyes as he threw the blanket from his form, and when he saw the clothes scattered on the floor and drawer pulled open, he knew this was Kanon’s doing. Something wasn’t right, and although he had a feeling of what happened, he wouldn’t believe it. Not until he saw the raven, not until he saw it with his own eyes.
It took all but a few seconds and the brunette was dashing out the door, heart pondering so hard he could feel it in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. Kanon was right beside him, he was fine, he was breathing, and now…
‘No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!’
“Kanon?” His eyes were wide, and any word spoken was lost by the lump in his throat. “Baby, you’re okay, right? Did you trip over the coffee table again? I thought I told you not to walk around at night, it’s dangerous.”
The blood that drenched the once cream carpet sent shivers down his spine. How could this have happened? Why did this happen? Kanon was his everything. He loved him more than anything on this planet. He could have saved him, couldn’t he? If he’d of tried harder, maybe Kanon would still be in his arms, wrapped tightly against his chest.
“Kanon? Please…look at me. Baby, just look at me..” His heart was breaking with each word unreturned, and he could no longer control his quiet sobs. His legs buckled beneath him as he crashed to the ground, pulling the gun from his lover’s grasp.
“You promised, Kanon. Forever, even in death. Didn’t you?” He laughed as he turned the raven over, wiping away some of the blood that ran fresh down his face. “You’re a liar.” He was, wasn’t he? He promised, he swore they were going to stay together, forever.
He gently placed a kiss to the other’s cool lips, smiling softly as he brushed a few soaked strands from his cheek. “I love you so much, and I always will. Until death do us part, right?” He laughed coolly as his grip on the gun tightened. “I could have helped you, you know. I would have done anything for you, if only you gave me a chance.”
His eyes shut as he pulled away from the other, laying beside the corpse as he eyed the weapon in his hand. “I would have done anything for you..”
Bang.