(There may be a lot of OOC characters. The story starts briefly in the past, then goes back and forth between the Anime plot line and the events I make up in the past-both 35 years ago and perhaps even Alyssa's childhood before the order. Nothings set in stone with this story yet, so bear with me. I just started writing this without putting much thought into it, I liked it, so i figured I'd try this out. I won't promise consistent updates, and unfortunately I won't guarantee that this gets 100% finished. But I suppose just enjoy it for what it is, and if you'd like, yell at me for updates.)
(This is going to include ooc characters, and a female allen.)
Her fingers, slick with blood struggled with her coat. The thick black material heavy enough to keep out the chilly December air. It's an old garment, one Cross had worn years ago when he was a still a boy. The thought of her brother didn't not make her trembling fingers much better, but with great effort she managed to tear the woolen material in thick strips and got to work on the bleeding male beside her.
His dark hair stuck to the blood spattered across his forehead. His skin pale from the blood loss and shivering from the cold. She tried not to think of how long he had been lying there in the snow. Slowly bleeding out and freezing while the battle raged on elsewhere. She tried not to think about the dullness of his dark blue eyes, or the sheer amount of blood staining the snow beneath him. She tried not to think of the inevitability of it all, of their looming defeat and the death they all faced because of it. She was being childish, stupidly naïve, but it was the only thing keeping her from breaking down completely.
"Alyss... Alyssa stop..." His voice pierced through her numbing haze, but it wasn't enough to stop her hands from tearing at his own coat in an effort to get to his wounds. Her face was streaked with tears, her lips blue from the cold and her hands shaking like leaves. Years ago he had sworn to never let her look so broken again. There was nothing he could do for her now. Not anymore.
"Alyssa-"
"No! No, I won't- I-I can't do this. Not without you! Please! Oh God, Yu please..."
Her silver eyes bore into his own, no longer shining with the pure love and compassion he so adored. None of her wry humor or sarcasm, nothing but an endless pain that he wanted to take away.
His hand shook, fingers numb from the cold, as he cupped her sorrowful face. "I'll never say goodnight...," a shuttering gasp stole his breath away. There wasn't much time left for him, not much time left for him to stare into those beautiful silver eyes. Not much time for him to make things right.
She clung to his trembling hand with her own, her soft melodic voice picking up where he left off. "To hearts which near each other move. From evening close to morning light... The night is good; because my love..."
He smiled at her through the pain, praying that this was enough. "They never say goodnight."
She relished in the feel of her lips against his. Her hand hovering over his heart, memorizing its beat and the fading warmth of his skin. She stared into his blue eyes as they faded, burning their light into her mind for the last time. She held his gaze until his hand fell slack and slipped from her own, and his chest gave out its final shuddering breath.
She stayed for a long time, numb to everything around her. It was not until she heard the fighting come to a halt that she finally moved. Crossing the battlefield in search of dead allies and living foes.
Once she was gone, another emerged from the shadows. Dragging the cold body of her lover away into the night.