Just A Dream:
A horrified scream tore from Yukis throat, the others turned quickly away from their own battles to see what could have happened- a gasp fled Toukos lips, and a few of the Zweilts covered their mouths- Hotsuma was the first to reach Yuki, grab him and try to hold him back. The boy struggled, but Hotsuma held on.
"No-! Luka-!" Yuki screamed again, his voice bouncing around the now entirely silent space; Kanata- no, Reiga- did not smirk like a maniacal villain ought to upon achieving victory. His face remained impartial, black and void of any feeling- and Luka, entirely impaled by an ice spear big enough to leave a gaping foot wide hole in the Duras torso, was flung carelessly to the side.- Reiga only watched Yukis face, struggling to get Hotsuma to let him go, let him to go to luka- Luka did not move. No one did- No one but Yuki. With a desperate sob, he looked right at the male holding him back-
"Hotsuma, please-" He begged, choking on his words- "What if it was Shuusei?" The others eyes widened, and then closed- He released Yuki, who ran to Lukas side, emitting bright warm light before he'd even reached the other and dropped to his knees- Reiga watched. No movement.
Tears streaked Yukis cheeks, and more welled in his eyes, an endless river, like the light pouring out of him and into Luka. The wound began to close- but Luka still made no movement- no sign of life. Yuki watched hopelessly, gritting back against the pain filling his body- he couldn't give up yet- no- not Luka...He thought frantically, he had to do something-! Another choked sob ripped from his throat. He wasn't strong enough- Luka would die and he couldn't do anything-! Yuki lifted his eyes to the others face. He looked as though he could be sleeping, peaceful and calm- what a twisted reflection of his thoughts in the car that day...
Yuki continued pouring his power into Luka. He would continue until he simply no longer could. Yuki spared a glance around- the Zweilt were all watching. The Duras Reiga had summoned were gone, and Reiga himself had turned his cold slate eyes on Yuki- like he was expecting something; Then Yukis eyes fell on Sairi and a memory took over his mind.
A mouth-to-mouth transfer is the most efficient...
Yuki returned his attention to Luka, his eyes falling to Duras lips, the blond brought his fingers up to touch them. He hesitated, and then quickly pulled his hand away- He didn't have time to hesitate now.
He leaned in close to Luka, hands situated on the ground either side of the mans legs, and pressed his lips to Lukas- he remained that way, pouring all he could into the others body, he inclined his head, pressing in more, putting more force behind the kiss, while remaining gentle.
Yuki's whole body was racked with pain, and he ignored it, refusing to let so much as a whimper escape. He was growing light headed, dizzy- Luka, you have to wake up. You have to wake up now... Yuki's arms were giving out, all of his limbs exhausted and enflamed with pain- he swayed back, nearly collapsing. When Luka didn't move, he persisted, raising his hand to continue the transfer-
"Yuki..." The others familiar voice was a bit hoarse, but the sound of it nearly made Yuki cry with relief.
"L-Luka-!" The blond went to hug him, and that was it, his limbs gave out and he collaped forward into him, Luka caught him, worry over taking his silver eyes.
"Yuki-!" The Duras shouted, catching the other quickly, Yuki had entirely passed out, exhausted- guilt roiled in Lukas heart. Yuki was in pain now, because of him, and a lot of it. His eyes were entirely soft, gently running a clawed hand through the smallers hair, and then the notion of what Yuki had done seemed to sink in, the Duras eyes softened entirely, and he lifted Yuki into his arms silently, raising his head to look for Reiga- and finding him gone.