Rei: Warning this fanfic will be a bit of a sad one This request is brough to you by Suishou Yume. She actually pointed a good fact there is lact of this following pairing grrr to you fans!
Cross x Komui: Blood Stained Carpets
Marion Cross, sat on his window ledge, the cooling glass on his back, the sun seeping in and painting the floor the shades of twlight as his red wine shone in his glass like blood. But Cross was not in his usual good mood, that involved him having company with him preferably female or even his true love of Komui.
You see, Cross had always been frightened by commitment, when dating he always felt the need to run, the need to hide from it, he always feared he was never good enough for his partners, or that they were never good enough for him. He came up with this analyses all by himself when he had made the mistake on running out on Komui the previous time they dated, this is how he screwed his true relationship up.
He sat there thing of the younger man, he remembered, returning from the Ark the face that Komui had to see him, it contained pain, regret and lastly love. This is why he wanted to run but when Lenalee hugged him and requested him to stay, it wasn't just because she was cute but he saw everything of Komui in her, the same face he gave him the night he left Komui in the bed and was about to never return, from the agrument. HeartBreak.
Cross remebers that agruement, the words exchanged by him and his love.
"Everything you love will shatter Marion"
"Don't Call Me Marion, idiot fucker, I only fucked you because you looked so fucking feminine"
"You want to leave, then GO! Just Leave General Cross!"
"Komui...does this mean we are over...?"
As Cross walked to the door, each step he took he crumbled. He turned to face his dark haired lover who was crying in anger and heartbreak, the answer was there in plain view, everything had fallen apart just because he had to be scared.
"I'm sorry..Komui"
The door clicked shut, leaving Komui to cry into the blankets and for Cross to lean on the door one single tear ran down his whole face and driped onto the carpet.
Cross taking a sip from his drink, how he wished to fix that mess, be back in the bed with Komui, the nights of endless pleasure and the mornings of hangovers and coffee filled cups and a lovely head massage or the ponytails for the vomiting into the toliet.
Cross ran his hand through his hair as he looked out the window, the view was beautiful, the sun was like an orange glowing ball painting the clouds a shade of lavender and strands of orange.
How he wished for, Komui to sit in his lap and enjoy it with him, even if he did try to explain it as a huge ball of gas and pollution.
The thoughts where intrupted by the knocking on the door, Cross glared at it, the knocks where loud and gave the vive of being a threat, over the years Cross knew how to tell these things. He took his gun out of it's holster, and swaggered to the door. He opened it slowly, seeing the person who had knocked on his door, it was no other than Leverier.
"What do you want, I told you, I'm not going to explain the 14th to you or Allen"
Cross eyed the man with intent, something was wrong, but he didn't know exactly what, he had never trusted Leverier in all his years of practise for excorists.
"Actually This has to do with your final mission"
Before, Cross could question anything, he was met with his end, the loud bang of a gun's fire. Cross' body hit the floor, his last sight was Leverier smirking over him, talking about nonsenese of the 14th. Cross' eyes began to dim, the shot had done to much damage to his heart. He wanted so badly to tell Komui, he was sorry, that he loved him dearly, but he knew he didn't have a chance now. The world around him became dim as the last thing he thought of was an image of Komui and him sitting on a hill watching the sunset. The blood stained the window and carpet after Leverier had fixed his body and left the room.
Komui was in his office at the time, he was told the news, Cross was dead but no body was found, the world of Komui Lee's crumbled apart, he walked into his lovers room, seeing the blood stained carpet, and the blood stained window, the view of the dying twilight was there too. Komui sat on the floor, crying bitterly as he touched his lover's blood, it still felt warm, from the sun's previous heat, the love of his life was offically gone now. Never to return from an Ark like a hero, all that remained was a glass of blood red wine and blood stained carpets of a love betrayed.
The End~
Wisley: You suck at sad fics
Rei: T^T it's hard you know.
Cross: I'm NOT DEAD IM IN A BROTHEL IN LONDON!
