I don't know what just happened.
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The dust danced through the air.
And he sat there, wondering if everything was going to be alright.
He sat there. And sat there. And sat.
Because there was nothing to do. Nothing except to sit around in this empty cell, waiting for some other sign of life. All he could do was sit and stare. Sit and stare.
Sit and stare at the dark, moldy brick walls that confined him. Stare at the chipping, painted seals that wouldn't allow him to let loose. Stare and the marks of help and goodbyes and endless thoughts etched into the walls by other prisoners, other enemies of the Vatican like him.
He just sat there, reading the print. It varied from nice, perfect markings to angry, messily etched markings. They screamed at his eyes, his blue eyes that one could never forget. They screamed, pleading for an answer.
But he wasn't going to dig his nails into that stone today. He wouldn't even have time to etch a faint "help" or "hello" for the future prisoners. He was going to die soon, and his wait would end.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, back to the taunting cell door, and read. He read each little line of words left by someone else who had to die.
Because this was the Death Chamber, and he wanted to find something pleasant, something that would keep him from sobbing and sniffling and screaming. Rin Okumura did not sob, cry, or scream. No, he stopped doing that a long time ago.
What did I do wrong?
Why am I here?
I have betrayed my people
I don't deserve to live
Help me
Save me
They were all so sad, so desperate, and all he could do was read and think about the others who had spent their last moments in here.
He stood up, his spine popping from the sudden movement. Something in the darkest corner caught his eye. And it brought joy. So much joy.
I don't know why I'm here, either, but I do know this. My brother will come to this chamber after me. And we will spend our last moments in the same place. And I'm sorry I couldn't save her. And I'm sorry I couldn't save the others. And I'm sorry it had to end this way. And I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. But Rin, we will be together. I fucking swear that we'll be together. I don't care that while you're in this cell I'm going to be dead. We are brothers. We will always stay together. We are strong. You are strong. You are Rin Okumura. You are my brother. I don't care if we're the Vatican's Worst or if we're Satan's sons, for fuck's sake, we're brothers. We're brothers, and we love each other, and we'll be there for each other, and we'll annoy each other, and I'll pester you to do your homework, and you'll just sleep and drool during class, and dammit Rin, we're going to be alright. We're going to be fucking alright.
And Rin swore, when they laced that noose around his neck, he could see the dust dance brightly as a gentle wind pulled through the small window in the cell. He swore that he could feel his brother tightening the noose instead of Angel, carrying him to wherever he ended up. He swore that the dust would lift him and take him to somewhere he would love life forever.