****************Fair warning to all who plan on reading this wee ficlet, its got SLASH in it, also known as YAOI, SHONEN-AI. If you don't get the idea by now, what the hell are you doing here? ::prods:: Shoo...begone with you!

DISCLAIMER: The characters from Samurai Troopers/Ronin Warriors are not mine and I'm only borrowing them...but the idea IS mine, you take it, I come after you with something sharp. ::evil grin::


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The slow, steady hum of the computer in the far corner filled the room with its mind numbing pulse...its flickering monitor the only bright light in the room, besides the stars. They were stuck haphazardly to the ceiling in no apparent pattern, their once glossy surfaces now emitting a sickly green glow onto whatever they were near enough to touch. There was one other form noticeable in the room, and even then, only by the ragged breaths struggling to escape his narrow chest in short, pain filled gasps. Stark white flesh was sharp in comparison to the dark clothing...shaggy hair hanging down to hide the face, raven black in the barely artificial light.

A clear beep sounded, accompanied by the small flashing red light appearing on the machine across the room...nothing moved. It beeped again, consistently, before giving in with a soft whirl of gears and the all too familiar roll of tape.

"Touma, its Seiji.... I..." There was a pause on the other line, one he knew to be the blond taking a collective moment, running slender fingers through silken sunlight strands.... running those same tender fingers through saffire locks.... over smooth planes of...

".... I can't, Touma..." He could almost hear him sigh over the line, letting cold violet orbs slip shut in thought, those same eyes.... melted by passion, lust.... regret. Shifting, he raised his head to look at the machine with an empty stare.

"Goodbye" Click, then the flat line tone.... resounding in the cluttered room. An enraged cry shook the silence and some dark, heavy object was hurled across the room, silence.

Once again there were only the torn breaths coming from his crouched form, arms held tight around him. His own arms...the others long gone...they all left in the end, he only had himself to hold. Himself.

Another beep, this time cut short, only to be followed by the scrambled recording. "Touma...Goodbye."

"...Goodbye"

"...Goodbye"

"...Goodb-" Finally there was silence...the harsh, shallow breaths.

"Seiji-" He choked back a sob, pressing a bony fist to his lips. God not goodbye...no one had ever said goodbye. Leave me, hurt me...use me...kill me! Just never say goodbye...

"Goodbye"