Falling.
He was falling, and he knew it. The wind rushed by him on his descent towards the ground, and feathers swirled around him, obscuring his vision. For a moment, reality left Shuichi, and he allowed himself to laugh as a myriad of colours followed him towards the earth and the painful death that awaited him there.
The feathers, they were the cause of the madness surrounding him for they were from his wings, white wings tipped with rich tones of blue, violet, and gold. His wings were now broken, thanks to the one who had desired him above all others. Green eyes filled Shuichi's vision, and he closed his eyes, smiling.
Despite his impending death, the dark-haired angel knew he still loved the golden-haired demon who had lain claim to him and possessed him. It was impossible for Shuichi to not love Tohma. The older male had been a great teacher to Shuichi, helping him to explore possibilities he would have never dreamt of before their meeting, and they were experiences Shuichi did not regret. He stretched his arms out . . .
. . . In time for strong fingers to grasp his hand, and someone pulled him forward. He crashed next to a warm, lithe, and familiar body as someone wrapped his arms around his waist. Startled, Shuichi opened his eyes to see blond hair dancing in the wind. Large, black leathery wings were closing around him and his savior, and the dark-haired angel could not help but sag against his demon. Tears formed in his eyes, and Shuichi could not say why they were there. He had accepted the fact he would die because of the one who held him, even though he had wanted to hope Tohma would rescue him from the fall. Tohma held him tight.
"We'll go together," the blond-haired demon whispered.
It was then Shuichi realized he was still falling. They were still falling. Tohma had not come to rescue him. He had come to die with him. Shuichi met Tohma's gaze and smiled, nodding.
"We'll go together."