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Nothing Good About Goodbye

"What?"

"Oh my, did I forget to add bullets to this one? What a shame." Taro spoke in a mocking, sarcastic tone as Iwaki continued to press his finger on the trigger constantly, wishing for something to come out.

"Silly Iwaki-san, nothing's going to happen."

It took a moment for the dazed actor to form back his composure, which was nearly an impossible task; what with the unknown substance trailing through his blood during it's most efficient phases. "You look so cute when you're disappointed~"

Grabbing Iwaki's wrists, he branched his hands together by the steel platted handcuffs he held in his left pocket. How much more did he have in there?

"This will make sure you stay out of trouble, right?" he whispered in a haunting voice in Iwaki's ear. Frustrated, the actor tried his best to escape the man's grip, yet all that his vision could provide him with was a steamy sense of self denial.

"Quiet now, aren't you?" he kissed Iwaki's forehead, but all he could return the gesture with was a demonic glare, only heightening Taro's interest. "Ahhhh Iwaki-san~ You're so delectable when you look at me like that." He grinned, holding the man in a fortress of his arms as he buried his chin into his shoulder blade.

"Maybe after this incident is over, you can come with me." His smug face simply deepened his foolish words. "After all, you will be single. And I'm sure you're someone who get's very lonely." He persuaded the joke, as he took hold of the side of Iwaki's head, to face the gory sight that was to be seen.

Iwaki's mind shattered, as he froze, paralyzed while the dumbstruck actor watched his lover's blood cover the floor beneath him. "Iwaki-san, don't look..." He spoke in a calm voice, yet the ounces of blood that were pouring out from his right shoulder would say otherwise.

"You should know not to act on your own, and now see what you've done."

Iwaki could feel his skin crawl with regret and fear, as his knees buckled from the sight, the shock raging through his body overwhelming the little tranquility he obtained. "What have I done?"

Taro's satisfaction simply grew magnificently, as the aged actors dazzling gray eyes grew empty, unable to process any emotions.

"Iwaki-san! I'm fine, it's alright!" Planting another bullet into Katou's body, the metal pierced through his left calf, swallowing his cries as he grunted out the pain, trying to hide the discomfort from his beloved.

"Iwaki-san, don't worry..." the older man could hear Katou's breathing become heavier. "It's going to be alright..."

Images raced through his mind, as Taro un-cuffed Iwaki's wrists, only to watch the man use his palms to cover his ears, shivering like a child as he shut his eyes closed. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?"

"You're acting so defenseless, it's rather cute." Taro crouched down to the broken man's side, enjoying his work to the fullest. "Don't close your eyes, don't you want to see Katou in his last moments alive?"

The shaken actor couldn't help but look up, his blood running cold from the horrible sight that overwhelmed his being with a fear he expected no longer existed.

The blonde haired man's breathing was ragged, as he denied eye contact from his beloved. "Taro, we called the ambulance, they should arrive in about 1 minute and 43 seconds from now." A bright haired man whispered into Taro's ear. Standing up from beside Iwaki, a smile of satisfaction spread upon his twisted face.

"Seems time is a bit short on both of us, so why not hurry?" Raising his dominant hand, he aimed the revolver for about three inches to the left of his heart, ready to aim as Iwaki pushed his arm off balanced. "Seems like someone's back to his senses." The brown haired man sighed.

"I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM."

"Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" Taro could see Iwaki's tear stained eyes stare down at him with determination, unable to refrain from chuckling at this sight.

Racing in front of Katou, Iwaki held his arms spread out far, as if being a shield for the wounded man. "I won't let Katou die!"

And just like that, as those words flowed out from Iwaki's lips, a shot gun's bullets from the second floor of the Warehouse planted a few more holes into the weak man's body. Forcing him to collapse onto the floor, Katou laid there motionless, his frantic lover only able to stare down at him with a surprised expression.

Powerless, the raven haired man was useless once again, only able to watch as the man he claimed to "save" bleed to his own death.

"Hm, I was expecting something a bit more enjoyable." The tall, regret-less man sighed. "Oh well, at least I won't be late for dinner with Macy." Taro hummed, as laughter began to surround him.

"Macy? What the hell happened to Laura?"

"Don't tell me your cheating again!"

"Eh, she was too clingy. Nice chest, but not so much her personality." walking towards the entrance of the building, Taro left behind a mess of gore and destruction. "Oh yeah, and Iwaki-san." he turned back to the hysterical man. "You might wanna stop the bleeding, we called an ambulance out for you two, but you better do something before it's too late. Good luck!"

And just like that, the two lovers remained in a stream of colds air, as they remained together in the worst possibly situation ever. Grabbing his discarded clothes that had rested only a few feet away, Iwaki tore the fabric of his coat and pants, using them as bandages to help cease the bleeding.

"Hm, I guess I can't say I didn't expect this." Katou grinned, crimson blood sliding down the side of his lip, as Iwaki dressed his fresh wounds.

"IDIOT! Don't talk! It'll only worsen the pain!" Iwaki scolded, frantic to stop the bleeding. Dammit, why wouldn't it stop?

Allowing for a few silent moments to pass, Katou's still composed voice welcomed into his lover's ear drums. "Iwaki-san, will you promise me something?"

"Dammit, don't talk! How many ti-"

"IWAKI-SAN." Katou demanded, as he spat out blood, gazing at his beloveds worried eyes, as they glistened with the horror that eclipsed them. "Can you promise me something?"

"What's there to promise? I nearly destroyed the life of the man I can't live without, I'm a disgrace as a lover!" he cried out, yet those words could not carry into Katou's mind.

"'Disgrace'? I'm sorry Iwaki-san, but that would can never be associated with you in my dictionary." He chuckled, as the pale man above him felt his heart about to explode out of his chest.

"Iwaki-san, can you live on without me?"

"How could you ask such a question? I'm falling apart enough now as it is while you're still breathing! I can't bear the thought of facing this world without you…"

The blonde haired man caressed Iwaki's red cheeks, as if in an act to help console the distressed man. "Can you please promise me something?" he spoke softly, his body gushing out a pool of red.

"There is nothing to promise, you're going to survive this, you're going to live!" Iwaki could hear himself screaming. The very fact was, that he himself didn't know this. Hot tears of transparent misery swept away nearly all signs of potential. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, ready to explode once Katou would leave his side.

No...he couldn't bear the thought of being alone, it hurt far too much! These words dug into Iwaki's soul like ragged hooks, unable to let go.

"Please Iwaki-san, live a long, happy life without me. I know this might seem impossible, me asking this to you, but I'm begging you. As your lover, I don't want to see you as nothing more than a destroyed shell, so live for the both of us…alright?"

Iwaki didn't want to believe this reality, he wanted to wake up from this nightmare, into the embrace of Katou's broad chest in a sunny morning, remembering that Heaven had always been provided for him. He didn't want to face the fact that now Hell was waiting, coming to snatch away his happiness in a devious, sickening manner.

All the distress man could do was cry. He stared into the golden orbs Katou possessed, as he gently wrapped his slender arms around the damaged mans body. "Please Katou...don't leave me here alone..." he could hear himself whimpering. "This can't be real...please...let this be a dream!"

Iwaki swallowed down lead, his eyes were stained red from his tears while he could feel the first day of Satan's new reign overwhelm him, as he looked down on Katou's simple smile.

Leaning upwards, Katou planted a kiss on Iwaki's cold lips, as the raven haired man felt a smile press against him. "Make sure no one kisses you now, since I won't be able to purify them anymore." He gave off a slight laugh, yet Iwaki remained paralyzed like a statue, nearly unable to allow this to become true.

"Iwaki-san." He called out gently, as the raven haired actor kissed him back.

"I love you."

And just like that, the blonde collapsed onto the floor once again, the cold, blood soaked floor providing as his grave, as the ambulance arrived only a second later.

Huzzah! It's almost the end of the flashback! Did you all enjoy this chapter? :3 It really was fun to type out~

Anyways, i would like to thank Jessmoonchild and bubuheartzallie, for being the only two readers I know actually know my fanfic exist :D

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