Standing above the clouds, the black-winged angel watched the burning city slowly disappear into smoldering ashes. The light from the crimson moon bounced off his violet hair.
Firefighters had arrived, passing by the truck filled with the survivors. Their hoses, spewing cold, clear water, doused the hungry fire demon.
Uninterested, the angel turned away, choosing instead to look at the remains of the victims in a pit full of stakes. A face stood out amongst all of the others. The pale blonde hair matted with blood created a crimson stained halo around the pure, innocent face. His eyes were closed, never to open again. His expression was peaceful, giving him the appearance of a sleeping child. His youthful features gave away his age.
Next to him lay a young woman with turquoise hair. She had never tasted blood as the others had. She was the most innocent of them all.
The firefighters were shocked at the piles and pits of corpses. They would never know the dark secrets each cold body contained.
From his perch in the clouds, the angel kept his dark eyes fixed on the pale face belonging to Tohru Mutou. He watched in his peripheral vision as rescuers descended, checking the pulse of each of the bodies before grimly shaking their heads. Clasped hands and lips moving in silent prayers, the rescuers and fire fighters ceased movement for a short moment. Time and the cold wind seemed to stand still, waiting.
The bodies, each one ice cold and covered in crimson blood, were carried out of the pits.
Tohru was lain down on the charred remains of the once-beautiful grass.
Natsuno wished his eyes would open. He wished the curse bestowed on Tohru would be lifted, and he would be human once more, able to see the vast future in front of him. He knew his hopes were futile. Tohru was dead and would always remain a cold, lifeless corpse with no future to look forward to.
Natsuno's wings fluttered, gently stirring the air behind him. His violet eyes looked into the sky, the beautiful white stars gleamed in his irises.
Arms wrapped around him from behind, warm and welcoming. His muscles tensed from the surprise of the sensation. He had not felt warmth in so long.
The warm body pressed into him as the head hidden behind a blonde curtain rested on his shoulder. His tentative hand reached for the arm around his chest. The fingers were long and soft, the skin warm and familiar.
Tears sprang into Natsuno's eyes. This was the hand he had longed to hold. The was the han dof the boy he had missed so much.
Looking upward, trying to force the tears back into his eyes before the warm body behidn him noticed, he whispered, "I missed you."
The arms tightened around his torso before the reply came, soft and emotional. "I'm sorry." Tears fell onto his shoulder, warm tears. The last time he had felt these tears, they had been cold, coming from the body of a cold vampire. Now they were warm, coming from the eyes of a warm angel.
Natsuno tugged at the hand he held, pulling it away from his chest. The weight on his should disappeared.
He turned around.
The face that greeted him was the sweet, innocent face of the boy he had always loved, The face of the boy he would always love. The face of the boy he would always be with.
Reaching up, Natsuno brushed the soft blonde hair away from Tohru's face, letting his fingers trails down Tohru's cheek, tracing the path of his tears.
With his hand in Tohru's, he leaned forward and whispered into his ear. A blush, brighter than the flames that had scorched their homes, appeared on Tohru's face.
Natsuno's large wings stretched and flapped, pulling Tohru into the sky with the eternal promise of his confession. His words repeated in Tohru's head before he repeated them back, rising into the stars.
"I love you too."