With care she placed his head on her lap before she caught up the strands of her pink hair. His breathing was laboured and wheezing, opposed to her calm breaths – the occasional hitch explained away by the cold. She watched him as he smiled, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his upturned lips; ignoring him as he tried to tell her it was too late.

Her emotionally empty eyes trailed down his chest as her hands traced his shoulders, oblivious to the rain that pelted them. What little of his shirt remained formed to his equally shredded chest. He had lost.

Taking care to raise his arm she watched the droplets of rain run down his paling skin for a moment before she activated her nen and diligently sewed him back together.

"Machi," he laughed weakly as he watched her work. She had done this so many times before, and in the past he had healed but this time he knew what she refused to – that she couldn't heal him this time. That he was too torn up for even her Nen Stiches to repair. "Machi," he softly called again when she refused to stop.

She lowered his arm, moving with detached professionalism to the open wounds on his chest that flowed with a mixture of rain and blood. Again her nen was activated and she sewed the skin together in a façade of it being whole again.

Kuroro couldn't bear to see her working when he knew it was hopeless. "Machi," he summoned his strength and laid his healed arm atop one of hers, startling her so she looked into his eyes. His breathing was even more laboured, the huffs forming white clouds in the coldening air. "Enough," he whispered.

"Dancho," Machi answered, her voice faded as she leaned back. She looked over his ravaged body. Inside her heart she wanted to weep; how could she be able to do so much to heal him only to lose him still? No matter how quickly she could treat his wounds it was already too late. His death was inevitable.

"I'm sorry Dancho, I should have been here sooner."

Again Kuroro smiled, blood flowing from the other corner of his mouth and washed away by the rain. "It's… not your fa… ult," he rasped, lifting his unmarred arm with difficulty to cup her cheek.

I'm not a Machi/Kuroro fan, at all, so I don't get why I wrote it this way but I did - hope ya liked.