Okay, so on tumblr, I roleplay Regulus. This fic is because a friend who roleplays Shion had reblogged a "Your character is forced to mercy kill mine…How's that work out for them?" This is what I came up with.

Saint Seiya does not belong to me.

Regulus felt his whole body trembling. All he could do was stare at the blood. Shion's blood…it was everywhere. There was too much. And at least half of it was forming a crusty red layer around the lion's arm guards.

Shion had been mutilated by the specters. They had broken all of his limbs, and dragged him on the ground for who knows how long. They had dripped lead into his body, forcing a slow poison to run through his bloodstream. Then they had ripped him apart, destroying as many organs as they could without ending his suffering. Regulus had been forced to watch it all, to watch as one of the strongest men he knew started to break.

He had finally managed to break through his bonds, and destroy the people hurting Shion. He had raced to the Ram's side, trying to help him to stand. Shion just looked at him with regret in his eyes, and slowly shook his head before coughing blood. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. Regulus understood. Shion wasn't coming out alive this time.

The Leo gently set Shion down, watching him writhe in pain. He was hurting. He was hurting so much. Shion met his eyes again, and he seemed to plead to Regulus. Just end it.

The young lion's throat clenched. Shion had always been someone who he looked up to. The ram had always been one of his closest friends. Of all the golds, he only trusted Sisyphus and Aldeberan more. Now, the Aries was asking him to finish him off. Regulus squeezed his eyes shut, raised his fist…

…and ended it.

He had done what Shion had wanted. Shion had wanted to stop suffering. But his blood was still there, and all Regulus could do was tremble when rain started to fall. It was washing away the blood. The proof that his friend had lived was in that blood. With an unintelligible scream, Regulus threw himself over Shion's body, protecting the red liquid that somehow still contained his friend's warmth. He stayed like that, whispering the same thing to the deceased ram over and over.

"I'm sorry!"

Sorry for the emotions, but I felt really proud of this, even though it made me cry. Hope you enjoyed. Please drop a review before you go.