AN: Inspired by a post going around Tumblr a short while ago on what an internet generator claimed Shion's last words would be, and my own desire to write something angsty with the premise of a "goodnight kiss." This is part 1.


There's so much blood. Too much blood. It's pouring out and staining that white, white body. He's so very pale. Pale and almost lifeless – but not quite.

"Shion, Shion stay with me!" He's gripping the other man's collar tightly. He's only barely under control.

An arm lifts, and a hand grasps at his arm. He does his best to ignore the weakness of it. Purple eyes lock with gray.

"Nezumi… Nezumi, I-" his words are halted by a coughing fit. He's coughing up blood. He regains his breath, but it's shallow. His body is starting to go limp.

"I… I'm glad.. I was able to meet you, Nezumi. I really-" He starts coughing again, and Nezumi's heart constricts. They've run out of time. He's run out of time. He runs his fingers through grimy white hair one last time.

"It's okay, Shion. It's okay now. Just rest."

He kisses the other's forehead gently. His voice is thick with unshed tears.

"Goodnight, Your Majesty."

The other man smiles ever so slightly as his eyes close. But this time, they both know, he won't wake up.