by Anne
Warnings: Shonen Ai, death
It had rained earlier, but now the sun had broken through. The air was fresh and mild. A soft breeze played with his hair and ruffled his clothes. It was a beautiful day; a day befitting for the end of the world.
He stood atop Tokyo Tower, facing his twin and opponent with the Holy Sword in his hand. Kamui was staring at him defiantly, hatred in his eyes. He smiled at him and was rewarded with a barely perceptible flinch before the boy collected himself and raised his sword.
Kamui attacked with fierce determination, desperately searching for an opening in his defense. But he matched the other blow for blow.
Don't you know, Kamui? You cannot win. You can't save the world by killing the one person you want to save it for.
He laughed joyfully. It was so beautiful... Kamui's graceful movements, his blazing eyes, the way the wind whipped his unruly hair into his face...
Kamui jumped and dived at him from above, sword ready to strike. He awaited it calmly.
Kamui's eyes were wide as the sword went easily through his heart. He caught the boy's form in his arms, smiling at his shocked face as he lowered him to the ground. He twisted the sword a bit and then pulled it out. Kamui lifted his hand as if trying to reach out and touch him, but it fell down limply at his side. His eyes closed and his head fell back. He was dead.
The dragons roared through the city below, splintering the ground. The tower was shaking. Not long now, and it would fall.
His fingers trailed over Kamui's face; the temples, the high cheekbones, the lips, then down his neck. He leaned over and kissed him softly. His lips were already cold. He hugged Kamui's body close to him and smiled.
See, Kamui? This is the future that the dreamgazers prophesied. You couldn't change it. You didn't realize your own true wish, nor did you realize mine. So neither of them came true.
Goodbye, my love. I'll be following you soon.