A/N: I've been feeling blue lately because of some personal reasons and I really don't have the mental strength to ask anyone to beta this so, here's another unedited piece and honestly I just wanted an excuse to write a kiss scene because it's been too long since my last. Please forgive the grammar, etc.

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She feels it all in a blur: pitch black sky, flakes of cinder and ash fluttering under the dim street lamps, the mixed sound of overlapping sirens ringing in the distance. The end —unfaltering as the grip of his hand around hers, inevitable as the buildings collapsing before their eyes— comes, and before she knows it, she's free.

The boy speaks words she cannot comprehend, so she stares back at him blankly. His brows are knitted with preoccupation, raven hair sprinkled with ash. The prettiest shade of indigo she's ever seen in her life —a pair of them— lock into her own puzzled gaze. Hands on her arms, tight grip shaking her softly, he calls her.

Haibara… Haibara… Haibara!

A name too familiar… yet now estranged somehow. Is he calling her? He must be calling her. She reacts almost by habit.

"What?"

"It's over. It's over… It's—" He repeats softly like a lullaby, holding her into his arms in a gentle embrace.

Her cheek presses against his chest as he buries his face in her strawberry blonde curls, chest tight and hands shaky. Around them the world crumbles down in embers, yet all she can feel is a steady heartbeat on her ear, the warmth of his breath dusting the pale skin on her nape and clumsy fingers digging into the small of her back to hold her closer.

It's okay. He keeps chanting into her ear. It's okay. A reassurance, a promise. A reality she can't quite grasp still.

Yet he tries, so hard, to make her see.

"I know." She whispers back, tone unsure and face still hidden in his jacket.

Pulling himself away to look at her, Shinichi's fingers curl under her chin and pulls her face closer as he hovers down to meet her lips with his. Her hand holds on to the back of his neck in almost desperation, seeking support when her buckling knees fail to keep her upright. The firm touch of his lips lingers over the swollen tenderness of her own, making her heart gallop at a demented rate as she represses the urge to cry. He doesn't hesitate, and she feels her resolution breaking down. In his arms, this close, she loses what little control remains. Her breath comes out scarce, heavy with the white-hot wanton coiling in her stomach. Panting softly, he catches her lower lip between his teeth and when she whimpers back an objection, the warmth of his tongue brushes against hers. Soon, they combust like charcoals to the flame. Her hands are cupping his face with ferocious need as his fingers thread between her reddish brown hair to pull her closer, the hand roaming from the curve of her back to her waist leaves a sizzling trail of fire that burns her blind with longing. Wherever he touches, she ignites, and she feels like every touch scars her with his fingerprints.

Together, they burn. And around them, the world tumbles down in embers.

A.N: Reviews will be extremely appreciated!