Alright, so I have decided to just dump all of my Togainu no Chi fanfiction onto the site. I'm usually pretty self-conscious about things (especially my writing), but I figure I might as well post things. I am not going to allow my feelings to be hurt by anything that anyone might say; I enjoy these stories and that's all that really matters to me. The only reason I'm posting things is on the off chance that other people enjoy them too. If you would like to review please feel free.

Pairing: None
Rating: T
Warnings: Spoilers on anime, character death
Disclaimer: I don't own "Togainu no Chi"

Struggle

Shiki smirked as he watched Akira hunch over Kiesuke's now lifeless body. Now that the brunette was dead, Shiki could finally have the silver haired fighter all to himself.

He quickly made his way over to the distraught male and wrapped his arms around him, picking him up off of the ground slightly and pressing the edge of his blade to the other's throat before he could react.

Akira's eyes widened as he suddenly felt himself being lifted and pressed against the other's chest, flinching slightly at the cool bite of metal against his skin.

"Let go of me!" He screamed as he tried to struggle out of the taller male's grip without cutting himself on the sword pressed against his neck.

"Stop struggling." Shiki whispered threateningly, tightening his grip on the struggling teen.

"No!" Akira screamed as he struggled harder, not caring about the metal starting to dig into his skin slightly, "Kiesuke!" He yelled as he struggled and kicked and did anything he could think of to get away from the stronger man.

Shiki growled, "Stop struggling." He demanded again, "Or you will join your friend."

A harsh sob left Akira's lips at this and his struggling picked up even more, if possible, despite the threat, "Good!" He shrieked through his tears, "Let me die then!"

Shiki frowned at these words. The other wanted to die?

Akira continued to struggle, especially when he noticed that Shiki's grip and slackened ever-so-slightly.

Suddenly Shiki released the sobbing male who fell to the wet ground before quickly scrambling back over to the now cold and blood soaked body of his best friend.

Shiki lowered his blade as he watched Akira cradle his dead friend in his arms, the latter not caring that blood was drenching his clothes and skin.

Shiki grimaced. Where had the other's fight gone? Usually Akira would have been up in a heartbeat. He would have whirled around and lunged at Shiki with his daggers.

Shiki continued to watch the silver haired male sob over his friend's lifeless body, thinking that the other was just trying to catch him off guard and would attack him at any moment, but Akira made no move to do anything of the sort. So after some time of watching, Shiki finally scoffed and turned away, leaving Akira to mourn alone in the rain.

THE END

I LOVE YOU KIESUKE! He was my favorite character...