A/N: Ok, it's shorter than I would've liked, but at least it's done. I was having some trouble with it; Yoite didn't want to cooperate (jerk)...It's been a while since I've seen the show, but hopefully they're not too OOC.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nabari no Ou or "The Untouchables" by Blood On the Dance Floor.


Yoite sat curled up against the wall, brooding silently. Miharu watched him from across the room, his bright green eyes tracing the other boy's hunched frame.
Yoite cradled his injured arm. His blue eyes were stormy as he stared at the wall, reflecting on one of many recent battles. As usual, those idiots from Banten just had to stick their noses where they didn't belong, resulting in a lot of extra trouble for himself and Miharu. Too bad Raiko hadn't finished them off when they were still sworn enemies.
At that moment Miharu took a step into the room, distracting the taller boy from his thoughts. A smile tugged at the corners of his weary mouth, seeing his younger companion watching him with concern in those bright green eyes.
"Yoite? Are you okay?" Miharu asked quietly, walking closer. Yoite nodded, but his eyes betrayed him. Miharu frowned as he crouched next to him.
"Don't lie to me," he murmured, his soft voice betraying hurt. He stared at the scuffed-up toes of his sneakers, feeling Yoite's eyes on him.
Yoite let himself slump against Miharu, let his emotions take over for once. "I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper, "I don't want to die." His cold, colorless hands rested on his lap.
"Isn't that why you asked me to erase you?" Miharu asked, his lips barely moving. Yoite nodded against his shoulder. Miharu felt tears pricking his eyes.
"I don't want...to forget you. Yoite..." he whispered. His throat felt blocked.
"You won't do it?" Yoite asked, his voice and wide eyes, now focused on Miharu, betrayed his fear.
Miharu forced himself to not look away from the soft, deep blue he loved so dearly. "I will. Because it's your dream. Have faith in me," he replied.
Yoite's frightened gaze softened, became observant. He studied Miharu quietly, causing the younger boy to squirm.
"Miharu," he said firmly, his voice stronger than before. Before he could continue, Yukimi's rough voice interrupted from the other room.
"Oi, Yoite! Rokujou! Get in here!" he called in a voice much too loud for the tiny apartment.
Miharu jumped to his feet, grateful for the excuse to escape his companion's scrutiny.
He helped Yoite to his feet, using his uninjured arm. He focused his gaze on the scarf around the other's neck; Yoite still had that odd look in his eyes. Once on his feet, he didn't move, prompting Miharu to lift his gaze.
Yoite's lips met his, soft and firm at the same time. His green eyes widened, then slid shut as a gloved hand tangled in his unruly black hair. All too soon, Yoite pulled away, leaving Miharu gasping.
"I trust you," Yoite murmured, walking out of the room. Miharu didn't move for a moment, staring at the wall in shock.


A/N: Ten brownie points to whoever can tell me who Yoite is supposed to be acting like in the end.