"MISAKI!" he could see the Sword of Damocles, glowing red. Crumbling. Over Misaki. He couldn't let history repeat itself yet again. Were they stuck in this eternal cycle? "Tch" he would stop this.

"Just stop this, please, I know about your obessesion with that red bastard, but he's dead and gone. Haven't you learned anything from what he did!"

"Saru... goddamn it I need to bring that fucker to justice no matter what."

"For once let me handle this, why must you be so stubborn Mi-sa-ki?!"

Red flames emanated from Misaki, growing with intensity, Fushimi could feel the sheer heat on his skin even from behind his barrier.

"No.." Fushimi muttered "no no no nO NO!" this would not end well

"Misaki, just stop, this isn't like our fights, there are other ways!"

"sigh, well this is my way, my Homra, my family, not yours you traitor."

Fushimi broke his barrier, eyes wide in shock. "BATTOU" he drew his sabre and rushed towards Misaki, using his arm to shield him from the flames.

Misaki just looked at him, the memories rushing back. Misaki curled his lips in a smile, looking like it was middle school and he'd just beat Fushimi in a video game. "Sorry, I really am, leaving you to clean up my messes, but I know you've always had my back.."

Fushimi pulled up his barrier just in time as Misaki released the flames, engulfing the area with enough power to rival a nuclear blast.

Luckily that Silver King had already cleared the area, but all those inside it had disintegrated, they'd won. The red sword began to dissolve, not falling but melting away into the sky. That could only mean one thing..

"MISAKI!" the dust began to settle, Saru cradled Misaki in his arms. His eyes were already beginning to dim, blood leaking from his mouth.

Saru was shaking. Misaki lifted his his hand striped with his own blood, gently carressing Saru's cheek, wiping his tears. Leaving a bloody hand streak on Saru's wet face.

"You know for all our stupid fights, I've always missed you by my side.." Misaki was barely audible, but Saru heard every word, he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

"... just stupid fights Misaki, it was all so stupid" his voice was vibrating with his throat getting choked up. "hehe, Saruhiko I-"

And like that his hand went limp, falling out of Saru's trembling hands.

"Misaki? ...MisAKI?!" Saru pulled Misaki's slack body closer, trying to feel a pulse. It was too late. The fire had left Misaki's eyes, the empty shell in front of him wasn't Misaki anymore.

"...It was all so fucking stupid wasn't it?..."

"You were right beside me all this time weren't you.."

"Misaki."

What was the point if he wasn't there anymore.

What was all this for?

Everything he had ever done... it had all been for him.

Look at me Misaki, I'm right in front of you, please just look at me

But it was just nothing but cold, empty eyes.

He was still holding his sabre, covered in blood red dust, covered with Misaki's blood.

Like old days right, Where Misaki went he would follow, like the calm after the storm, Misaki was the whirlwind, like the sun. He always led the way.

Holding his sabre firmly in his hands he laid a gentle kiss on Misaki's lips, slowly closing his eyelids over the cold, dead eyes.

"It was always going to end like this right, Mi-sa-ki"

He brought the sabre closer to his centre.

Smilng down onto Misaki he shifted his hold.

"Where you will go, I will follow."

Author's note: Just a really short drabble I wrote, I wasn't going to put it up but again my friend made me. I promise the next one is an improvement so keep going!