I found it curious that Kato (That's how my books spell his name) thought of Kira as he died since Yuki Kaori explained that as the characters died, they saw the person they loved the most. I know this story has already been done, and it may not be as good as those already written, but I'll give it a try. So please review. I didn't make them lovers so that the story could be a little different from those written, I made it one sided love. It is not my intention to copy another fanfiction since I just read the summaries to some, if you believe I have copied something from somebody else please tell me and I shall change it!
Warnings: Hinting of shonen-ai, Don't like? Don't read. Spoilers for the 18th book
A/N: My first Angel Sanctuary fic. So I hope I did a good job.
Kato's P.O.V.
I heard Setsuna let out a pained cry from the other side of the gate, and for a second I wished I could have told them all that I still remembered...But then again, some of my memories and fantasies were for me only.
A sudden emotion overcame me and left me weak and trembling all over. What emotion was this?
What force made me feel this way?
It felt like I always imagined someone felt when they were close to death...Was I dying?
HA!
Fate wasn't merciful enough to grant me a peaceful death, just like it had made sure to give me a crappy life.
I searched my pockets for the relief I had found when I was alive, a crummy cigarette. A cancer stick that made me forget my pained mind for a few minutes in exchange for some of my life.
Carefully placing it in my mouth, I murmured a curse as a reminder flashed through my head, telling me that my lighter had abandoned me somewhere in my journey long ago...just like Kira.
Sakuya Kira, that willed youth, Setsu's brother figure, who's soul and mind were tormented daily by multiple past lifetimes, the young man who had unknowingly caught my eye, the re-incarnation of the fallen angel and king of hell.
There was no use in thinking of him now. All I could do was close my eyes and imagine him in front of me, not as the prince of darkness, but as Sakuya. But seeing him would take a miracle.
The smell of a burning cigarette filled my nostrils in lightning speed.
No, it couldn't be, nobody, divine nor mortal, could have this much pity on me.
"So" I smiled and tears rushed to my eyes as my memory recollected the face of the soft whisperer "your battle is finally over"
I didn't want to open my eyes or look up. I didn't want to ruin the illusion. I didn't want to shatter the fact that we had shared an indirect kiss when he had 'lit' my cigarette.
"Yeah" I murmured, breathing suddenly didn't seem to be a need. But even if he wasn't real, I would allow fate to take credit, and make up for all the wrong things it had created with my life.
Just this once...I would let the falling star...grant me a wish.
