Wow! I made you all wait soooooo long. Forgive me again! ;; And I you want to be picky about the disclaimer look back on other chapters. Anyway…
When Dark realized what had happened, it took him a moment or so to register the scene completely. This couldn't be happening. Why did Krad do this? Why did he have to kiss Risa. It was all his fault and now reality of his actions had smacked him in the face. Hard. The darker angel could hear his lighter half's breathing coming in slow harshly drawn breaths when he suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. " Krad!" The violet haired thief rushed to the angel's side, but just then Krad's hand moved from it's spot where it was supporting him on the ground to press the palm flat against Dark's chest in a weak attempt to push the thief away. As a result of this, there was no movement really on Dark's part, but Krad had managed to fall over once that supporting hand was moved only to be caught by Dark. By this time, the thief had fresh blood smeared on his clothes from the bloody palm and the light angel's crimson soaked clothing.
There was a few violent coughs from the blonde as he choked on blood flowing up from his throat, causing Dark's gaze to wander over the angel's form until he found the source of this, soon spotting an area on Krad's chest where he had been stabbed with something. Taken from the surroundings of the room, the wine-eyed boy could only think of two things that this could have been done with, the knife in the blonde's hand that was scarlet stained or possibly one of the many ,seemingly swallowed in a thick puddle of red, small pointed fragments from the shattered mirror that usually hung oh so neatly upon that normally pure white wall. There was a horrid feeling, as if all his breath had been captured in Dark's chest for a moment or so as he allowed his gaze to wander over the horrific scene once more. Tears flooded the thief's eyes and spilled out onto the floor as they rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't take this anymore, he was helpless, completely useless in this position, he didn't know what to do – what he could do – to help this being that he so loved, now. Suddenly a wave of shock and panic shot through the thief's body as he thought about what would happen if he failed to get the angel help… but who could he go to for help? Not the hospital certainly! He could feel Krad's body going limp in his hold now. The possibilities of Krad dying and what would happen were now flashing rapidly in his mind like a soundless old movie without coloring.
Suddenly, a hand move from the form he was currently holding, it was the earlier hand that had tried to push him away. Instead, however, the hand was placed ever so lightly upon his cheek and he could feel the now cold blood from the hand stick to his face as it was starting to dry, but didn't care. This meant his angel was alive and that was all that mattered to him in that very moment. Next came what the blonde wanted from him. A few fingers from the hand slid lightly over his face. Dark couldn't help but lean down and capture the other's lips in a soft kiss, yet soon after he pulled away, his eyes wide. He then noticed that demented smirk crossing Krad's features…he had been tricked, the blonde aticipating his move before he made it. Now, the price was to be his life. The truth was, Krad had drank poison and was going to die either way, that moment when Dark pressed his lips to Krad's he had been poisoned as well as was meant to happen. They were to die now. Together, just as the deranged angel wanted it to be.
The end.
