A/N: Prepare yourselves because fail story fails. And seriously, what it up with me writing all these tiny little oneshots?
In a way, it's incredibly anti-climactic.
Allen Walker and the Millenium Earl staring each other down in the center of the worn-down battlefield, weapons drawn and teeth bared, both ready to put an end to the world's last great war. Anyone else who may still be alive has fallen silent, preparing to witness this ultimate clash between good and evil.
To Kanda Yuu, the whole thing is really just so trite and cliché that it's not even funny.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
The moment Allen Walker died the only thing Kanda could comprehend was light. So much fucking light as God's eternal soldier was laid to rest.
Light.
Streaming out of nowhere, from everywhere, illuminating the young exorcist's dying face for a split-second before he's engulfed in it's intensity. And in that split-second everything is blown clean away from Kanda's mind. There was no past and there sure as hell wasn't any future there was only this moment.
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow, frame by frame with two seconds that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.
If he could, Kanda Yuu would like to live out what's left of his diminishing life in that moment, spend ten years in those two seconds. Because as Allen Walker died, bathed in that searing glow that lit up his pale face and made his white hair burn even brighter, the bastard is smiling.
And it's the most goddamn beautiful thing Kanda has ever seen in his entire life.
As the light fades and those left on the battlefield are brought back into the darkness, Mugen slips through Kanda's fingers, falling on the blood-soaked earth with a quiet thump. It's owner follows suit as he drops to his knees and clutches fistfuls of desecrated soil.
His eyes haven't quite adjusted to the dim lighting of reality yet. He's been temporarily blinded, physically by light, mentally by beauty. He's not sure what the hell is going on around him and he sure as hell doesn't care either. But there's one thing Kanda is sure of:
He's fallen in love with Allen Walker.
Fucking beansprout. You had me at 'goodbye.'
A/N: I fail so badly at angst it's not even funny. Anyways, please take 30 seconds out of your day and leave a review. Positive feedback is great, God-you-fail-so-much-just-kill-yourself feedback is also great.