Disclaimer: twitching attack

Time frame: Right as Katou is dying for the first time.

A/N: Dedicated to Sai, since this kinda was an essay she was doing, gave me
the line to the essay and Walla a new ficcie!

Summary: Katou's last thoughts as he is dieing for the first time. Kinda angsty, and it was suppose to be an essay, but it turned on me and became a fic. Enjoy.

Warning: Extremely mild cussing.

Somewhere Away...

As I lay dying, I wonder to myself if there is anything else I could have
done to make my life more efficient… Hm, nope. Not really. But such is
life.

Though, it doesn't seem like I have much of one right now anymore. I wonder
what my last thought will be. Maybe I should be thinking about something
better than what my last line will be. I see him, Pretty-boy. The one that
always seems to hang around Kira. Or at least, the one Kira hangs around.
He had some fucked-up girlie name. Much like my own, only different. His
isn't that bad. Nope, not at all.

Oh fuck, he is such a pretty boy, but... that thing that was inside me... he
called him Alexial. Who the fuck is Alexial? And why the fuck did I get
dragged into this? Alexial...

I'm scared. The wound is throbbing painfully.

And I'm scared. No one I know around me. No, death wasn't what I wanted. No,
I wanted something… something more to life. Something much more. I want to
go and tell Sae sorry... so, so sorry. I was so mean to her. And all she
wanted was for me to allow her to love me.

But I didn't deserve to be loved. Not by her. Not by anyone. I look up, the
eyes of my savior, and my killer looking down at me with utmost pity. I felt
sick. Something clawing its way out of the open wound. I'm hoisted into the
warm arms, surrounded by purple light. The chick and kid, standing off,
watching. I think they're laughing or something.

I don't want to die. It hits me hard. As my last few moments roll about in
my head, I just don't want to die. I open my dry mouth, scared about what
might come out. My thoughts pour out; I'm hearing my voice for the last
time, staring up at Pretty-boy's face, only except... it's not Pretty-boy.
It's someone else.

Someone powerful. Very powerful, and... deadly. They would kill without
thought.

I felt air leave my throat, and my voice so soft and filled with pain"I
don't want to die. I don't want to die..." It sounds so pathetic.
Her... her? Her voice says from Pretty-boy's mouth, something about Hades,
Eastern Path, and light. Follow the light. Words are hard to understand.
Thoughts aren't going well.

"...Believe in that light and yourself... Go to them... No need to
hesitate." Light, light... What the fuck? Light... wha- Light! I see it. I can see the light!
It's... warm. So warm. Perfect. I reach, or try to, for it. I want to touch
it. To feel the warmth it put forth. To hold it.

Don't want it to leave me. It's moving so far away... My body is relaxing. I
can feel myself slipping; I want to say something. Anything. I want to leave
my voice lingering in the air, since it'll never be uttered again. My eyes
are heavy, and I feel so relaxed.

"I feel... so relaxed... So... wonderfully relaxed..." I suck in my last
breath; I knew this was it. A picture of my sister flashes before my eyes -
so pretty. Everything I wanted to do, taken away. I wanted to yell sorry to
her... for all that I did, but now it didn't matter. That light was going to
take me somewhere else. Somewhere better... somewhere away.

Owari…

A/N: Just on the spur of the moment. Yeah... Katou's last thoughts on the

first time he died. Tell me what you think!