I don't own Angel Sanctuary or Perfect Blue, this is a fanfic written for the 30kisses community on LJ, where I have claimed Kira/Katou. This was written for theme #19, Red.

The club didn't use bright lights. Under the influence, or coming off of the influence, people's eyes tended to be very sensitive. They didn't even use white lights. It switched between red lights and blue lights. Tonight, everything was red.

Those who were too high or drunk to know what was going on or care were dancing under the red light. The floor was red, and Katou's hands were red, but he knew that wasn't from the lights. Had it been anyone else, he probably would have been too high to care, and though he'd probably jump at the gunshot, he'd continue doing whatever it was that he had been doing. But he had sobered up a great deal in the past half a minute.

Kira now lay in Katou's arms, dead. The guy with the gun had taken off running. Katou felt himself growing cold as Kira did the same.

Kira tended to not get very high, he didn't indulge himself as much as the other guys. He said it was to take care of them if they did something stupid, but Katou knew it was because Kira didn't like making a fool out of himself, because even if everyone else was, there was always someone sober enough to know and remember. But Katou had been high. That's why when one of his clients pulled the gun on him and started demanding the drugs that Katou owed him, Katou mocked him. That's why when the man went to pull the trigger, Kira had been quicker then Katou, getting him out of the way and getting shot himself.

Now he was dead. Just staring up at Katou with blank eyes and a wound on his forehead that wouldn't stop bleeding.

Katou tried to bite back the tears, but they bit back, and his face contorted into a look of pain and rage. Shaking, he bent down a little and kissed Kira's once redred lips, now a pale pink.

And then he found the lips kissing back. He waited a moment, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with this, before realizing that dead bodies didn't kiss back, and he jumped backwards and up (somewhat clumsily), dropping Kira heavily on the ground.

"Ow, fuck Katou," Kira moaned, laying there for a moment before sitting up. "Be a little more gentle with a guy, will you?"

"Y- you- you're dead!" Katou yelped.

Kira looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm dead?" he asked, then looked at himself. "Am I?"

Katou nodded. "You are! You're dead! They shot you in the head!" He pointed to his forehead, in the general location where Kira had been shot.

"You're a poet and you didn't know it, huh?" Kira laughed at the look Katou gave him. The boy obviously wasn't sober enough to catch onto some things. "I don't know what kind of hallucinations you were getting, but that's really fucking freaky. Even by your standards."

Katou blinked, looking at Kira blankly. Could it have been just a drug-induced hallucination?

"Listen Katou, I think I drank too much. I'm kinda dizzy. How about I crash at your place tonight, all right?"

Katou nodded, not really listening to his words, but agreeing none the less. It must have been a hallucination. People didn't just come back to life, and Kira didn't even have a wound on him.

The two of them left, Katou following a couple of steps behind the renascent boy. If it was just a hallucination, why were his hands and his clothes still red, blood red, and damp even after he left the red lights?

But Katou didn't say a word.