I look at him, as if for the last time as he picks up his own dagger, and I could not stop my self from saying, "Are you sure you want to do this for me?" He looked up with tears brimming in his charcoal eyes and said, "You are my life, and no matter what my family or society thinks I want to be with you forever." I nodded as a grim smile forced its way on his face.

I couldn't help but feel the over whelming sadness wash over me at the mention of his family. The great Kuchiki family could not accept Byakuya, their clan head, as a gay man. Though, I have a feeling, if he were to fall in love with another noble male they might accept him, but sense it is me, a street rat, they will never understand.

Shakily, I pick up my own dagger, and the gleaming metal seemed snicker at him for even this mindless object knows the only way that he and Byakuya could be together was in life. I sigh at the memory of Byakuya running as fast as his thin legs would take him in my direction. His dark eyes to any passer by, would look like his eyes always do, but I know him .I've known him for three years. Something was not right.

I remember him leading me, almost frantically, to a secluded building on the far side of Seringeti. Then I recall noting that he shook, almost as if waking from the worst possible nightmare yet still in it. Then he told me. Our relationship, even among shiningami, was illegal, but, that wasn't the true problem, death was the verdict of all who declare love like ours.

Blind furry engulfed and I was hell bent on ringing Yamamoto-sama's neck for letting this law of pure ignorance still exist among us. Thankfully, Byakuya talked some sense in me, but even in his eyes, I could see the fear of what would become of us and the unspoken anger for the intolerant.

That situation has led us to where we are now. Sitting in his private room, with a knife in each of our pale shaky hands I wanted just to memorize what I was leaving. I looked around the room, memorizing each nook and cranny. Even the room, darkly lit and dull white paint, seemed to morn with us.

Again, I look at Byakuya. Who, by now, had glassy tear carelessly streaming down his face. I knew it wasn't the first time I've seen him cry, but I also knew it would by his last. I won't let him cry a single tear more. He won't need to anyways.

I crawled silently to his side, and gently I cradled his head in my hands, bringing him to my lap. He looked up at me, begging, pleading for me to wake him up, not to leave him alone in the dark. He finally said quietly, "Why? Why can't they understand? Why?" I softened my expression the best I could and said, "They don't want to understand. They want to believe what they want to believe. They fear what they don't understand."

Byakuya replied with a whispered sob, and stiffened his back. I looked him in the eye and gently squeezed his face and said, "I love you with all my heart, and I will do anything for you. You know that right?" He gave a quick nod and said softly, "I love you too. I'm so scared." I gave him a long bear hug that only I will give him and asked the question he dreaded, "Do you really want to do this?"

He looked in the eye once again and said, "Yes please, lets just get it over with." Slowly, I raised the glaring dagger to my hammering chest and he fallowed suit. I looked at him one last time before I felt the cold steel pierce my chest. I looked up once again to my fallen angel to find blood oozing from his mouth and him looking at me.

Quickly, I grabbed hold of his waist as the cold darkness crept closer, and held on. I could feel his arms just barely rapping around my neck as we both sunk to the floor. Holding on to what we have let. Holding on to what keeps us alive yet leaves us dying on the floor in our own blood. He stuttered out one last word before both of fell into complete darkness, "Ren-ji…" I smile.