Author's Note: This story takes place after the fourth book, after Ororon's death. It is about Kuro and Chiaki contemplating life and what will happen to them. Please Read and Review, but no flames please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Demon Ororon, or any of the characters...though I wish I did. All I've got is all four books and a fan site... enjoy! Jeazz : P


Kuro cried softly as he held Chiaki's hand. He could tell, from the gentle sounds and deep breaths of her body that she was crying too. Never in all of Kuro's dreams had he imagined this. It was unbelievable.

Othello carried Ororon's body toward them without a word. He put a hand tenderly on Chiaki's shoulder, and then heaved the body of his younger brother over his shoulder and carried him into the distance, fading into he fog.

Kuro snuffled, his small body shaking. What will happen to us? He gazed up at Chiaki's face. It seemed expressionless, but Kuro had known Chiaki for a while, and was able to perceive her deep despair. He knew what Ororon had symbolized to the lonely teenager- hope, life, and the chance for evil to become pure. He had seen them together, loving and fearful, deep inside the vortex that fate had seen fit to throw them in. He remembered watching them; Chiaki, being innocent and confused, and Ororon, calm yet fiery. Both souls combining to create an incredible chemistry.

And now gone. In the space of a couple of hours, the deepest love, between angel and demon, had been shattered. And his big brother, Shiro, who'd cared so much about him. Who pretended to hate Ororon, but had truly admired his king. All hope, all life, seemingly lost. Kuro sniffled.

Chiaki turned at the slight sound, as if remembering Kuro's shy presence at her side. She looked down for a moment and their eyes met, each seeing the pain in the others soul. Both of their tears fell freely; liquid crystals melding with each drop of rain, rolling down their cheeks.

Kuro bowed his head slightly, dropping his gaze from Chiaki. Her eyes softened, and then she squeezed the young demon's hand. She knew that her own skin was cold and unwelcoming. But Kuro smiled slightly, edging closer to Chiaki. She smiled, letting go of his hand to tousle his ragged, rain-laden hair.

"Don't cry, Kuro," Chiaki stooped, and embraced Kuro in a warm hug as she kissed his forehead gently. "You'll be okay."

"But what about you?" Kuro's voice was shaky and frightened.

Chiaki sighed sadly. "We'll see what happens. I want to die. Life without Ororon isn't worth living."

Kuro winced as she stood. This conversation was going in the direction he had been afraid of. "But you can't leave me, Chiaki. Please. You're the only one I have left. You're the only one in the earth, or heaven, or hell who'll take care of me. Please don't leave, Chiaki." The last part was said in a desperate whisper.

Chiaki gazed down at him for a moment, grief etching her features. Then, "You have to promise me something, Kuro."

"Anything, Chiaki." The young demon looked up at her faithfully.

"Promise you'll be careful. And don't leave me alone. I've lost so many who are precious to me. I don't think I would be able to go on if anything happened to you."

"I promise," the young demon wrapped himself around her torso in an adoring hug. "I won't ever, ever leave. We'll take care of each other. We'll find a new place to go home to."

"We will, Kuro. We sure will."

They smiled at each other, and were reminded of another night, not so long ago, before so much had happened, when friend of Kuro's had perished, and Chiaki had comforted him through the night. Then they broke apart, and gazed off through the mist at their own uncertain future.