AN: A very, VERY short ficlet because I'm trying to get back into the writing mood. This one is based off of this wonderful fanart post/56802920549/source
Kaworu's hand shook as he placed it against Shinji's neck. Silence rang unsettling through the setting smoke of fire, the silence after a gunshot, the silence that ran through the boy whom he helds veins. Dead. A million thoughts ran through Kaworu's head, building a panic that started to rise in him like a wave. This wasn't supposed to happen. This never happened. He was always the one to leave, the one to never bring the promised happiness. Shinji was supposed to be happy, why couldn't be ever bring him happiness? His trembling hands brought the still boy closer, embracing the body that was steadily growing colder. Kaworu's breathing catching and coming out as choked sobs. A memory stirs, one of a past time. One where he spoke that the boy he held was not the one that should perish, and then a request of his own freedom. Of his own death.
That was the way things were supposed to be, wasn't it? He was the one who didn't deserve to live. He didn't belong, his only purpose was to cause destruction while Shinji...Shinji could do so much more. He's acted this part out over and over again. He tries to get it right, to repeat what feels right, but in the end his part is revealed to show that no matter how hard he tries to bring good the only thing his coming foretells is that despair will soon follow.
The tears soon stop, anger filling his hollowness. He places Shinji's body down carefully, closing the boys eyes and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He stands protectively over the body, looking to where the smoke was clearing up, knowing that in a few moments hell would break loose. Bullets would come flying but to no use. His AT field would deflect them. A screen would read confirming his blood type to be that of an 's what they wanted wasn't it? To invoke his wrath. To prove that he was no different, that the face he wore was just a mask hiding a monster no different than the angels before him.
Might as well give them what they wanted then.