1A/N: Well this was inspired by a song by the smiths with the same title. This is my first ever Wild Adapter fic and I just hope it isn't too messed up.
There is a light that never goes out
It would be beautiful. The yellow lights of the city would outshine the night stars while the darkness covered the scene like a blanket. The atmosphere would linger with the air of eerie serenity. It would seem as though we had laid there for an eternity as the blinking red sirens of the ambulance and police cars neared the ghastly scene.
It would all start with a simple whim, a petty desire to leave our apartment for once. You had asked me to go out just once to place with music and people, a place where people young and alive would charade their lives. It didn't matter where, you just wanted to witness life, the life you and I would never have.
Then on our way home you would smile at me, a simply lovely spectacle. The same second in that wonderful moment I reach out for your hand. I would be lost in the single moment of bliss. I would be too enraptured to notice the enormous uncontrollable menace advance. Then before I know it my head would collide with the glass windshield.
Nearby a steaming ten-ton truck lies on its side with the shaken driver behind the wheel. His knuckles are white and bleeding as he refuses to remove his hands from the steering wheel. His eyes are wide in disbelief. The last few minutes are a smoky blur in his mind. It is as if he is in a bad dream, a dream that he will wake up from any second.
Parallel to the truck is a black car where our old bodies would be laying. Behind the broken glass windshield my bloody forehead rests on the steering wheel. Beside me your body lays lifeless. Our former shells lay dilapidated in the wreckage. Later the investigators would be surprised to find that our lifeless bodies are joined, your hand in mine.
At least now together we would sleep a wonderful sleep. But there would be no blinding light or tunnels to white gates leading to Paradise waiting for us. We would be two souls embarking into darkness with our hands clasped tight. It would not even matter if heaven and hell rejected us because even in the darkness there is a light that never goes out.
It would be truly magnificent. To die by your side would be a heavenly way to die. There would be no other person that I would rather die with than you. It would be a pleasure and privilege to spend the last seconds of my life besides the one most important to me.
If only it could be like that. Kubota sighed as he parked the car in front of their apartment. He glanced at Tokito and for a moment admired the lovely sleeping cat next to him. It was almost a shame to wake him. He reached out his arm and lightly shook his sleeping companion. "Tokito, we're home."
"Kubo-chan?" Tokito said as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes and looked up at the familiar face. "That was really great. Do you think we could go out again some other time?" Tokito asked looking up at the patient eyes fixated on him.
Kubota looked down at the most wonderful set of eyes and smiled. "Yeah," Kubota reached for Tokito's hand and clasped it tightly, "I think we could do that."
