Note: this is set more than ten years later. (I like that setting, because I know that I'm playing safe whenever I choose it for my fics. Hee hee hee..)

"Nii-san!"

"Senpai!"

"Turf-head!"

Voices, familiar voices, calling him in different ways. His eyelids were forcing themselves shut but Ryohei forced them to stay open. Familiar voices, familiar scene. A while ago, Ryohei rushed to the opponent again, unwarned, ill-prepared, blind-raged, carried away. And now, he lay on the ground which was dampened by his own blood. His condition, critical TO THE EXTREME. His tired, half-opened eyes tried their best to stay like that, waiting. Waiting for something unfamiliar to happen, waiting for something unexpected to happen. Waiting for someone unfamiliar to come, waiting for someone unexpected to come. Death would surely be the next thing to happen but before that, Ryohei wanted something more to happen, someone more to come. His friends had gathered around him but deep inside, Ryohei somewhat knew that he would come for him, all he has to do right now is wait for him; to force his eyes to stay open until they see him approaching. When he arrives, when he sees him, Ryohei could let go of his grasp on his life and shut his eyes for rest… peaceful, eternal rest.

Footsteps; black shoes below black pants tapping their way on the ground towards him. The enemy? No. The guest. Black pants knelt beside him; black shoes became invisible to his weakened sight. A cold, slightly trembling hand held the back of his head and lifted it. Ryohei caught a glimpse of the beautiful sky which enveloped them and then… OBSTRUCTION. The most spectacular obstruction he could wish for at the time. The most splendid obstruction he came across in his extreme life. An obstruction in the form of a handsome face framed by beautiful raven locks, embedded with striking deep-grey eyes made more stunning by the watery build-up in them.

Ryohei forced a smile on his bloody lips. He forced his bloody arm to lift his bloody hand. He forced his hand to hold the face. He forced his hand to move his fingers. He forced his fingers to wipe the tears which trickled down the pale cheeks, leaving a dash of red on the porcelain skin from his bleeding hand as he did so. Ryohei forced a sigh. One last, deep sigh coming from the depth of his heart. A sigh of happiness. A sigh of great joy. A most extreme sigh of gratefulness that his wish was granted. He sighed and gave away to his lids, and they were shut; like the shutting of iron doors belonging to a safe, vowing never to open again. The excruciating pain finally crept on his body after he lifted up the blanket of numbness which he wrapped himself with as he waited for this thing to happen. Pain, extreme, stabbing, piercing, scourging, agonizing, deranging, excruciating pain consumed the aching body of Sasagawa Ryohei. A last gasp for oxygen and finally… peaceful, eternal rest.

Voices, familiar voices, calling him in different ways, demanding him to stay alive, but one voice stood out. "Don't die." The voice was deep, grieved, distant, and was delivered in a soft, sweet whisper. Warm, damp droplets fell on his body. He wanted to hold on and hear the voice once more, which was the most beautiful form of music for him. He wanted to hold on and feel those tears fall upon him once more, which were the most beautiful form of caresses he felt. But he knew, he knew for a fact that he could not hold on anymore. The words were repeated and more tears fell until everything seemed to drift off and vanish away. No; he was the one, Sasagawa Ryohei was the one who drifted off and vanished away.

This is it. This is the end of me. Goodbye, everyone. It was nice to know that you care for me too… Goodbye, my Hibari…

"Don't die." Hibari repeated. "Don't die." Hibari broke down and sobbed. "Don't die…"

I wrote this while grieving over the sad ending of the yaoi OVA, Ai no Kusabi. *bursts out crying when Ai no Kusabi was mentioned*

*sniff* I know I can't leave this story like this. *sniff*

SO, WHO WOULD LIKE THIS STORY TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING? I KNOW IT WOULD BE KINDA IMPOSSIBLE, BUT I'LL TRY MY VERY BEST. SO, PLEASE REVIEW!

*curls up in a corner and continues mourning about the death of Iason and Riki*