Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei... and also don't have the energy to come up with a witty disclaimer. Too bad.
A/N: I love Tsuzuki/Hisoka very much, and equally adore happy endings... So I really don't know where this came from.
It was at no special time or place, no special day or month or year or century, the moment Tsuzuki became aware. Like tunneling out of a settled avalanche, breaking the surface to take a gasp of frigid air and see that the rolling and rolling and falling and falling resulted in nothing more than a monochromatic hillside devoid of time, life or memory.
It had been easy to become ensnared in a love for a green-eyed boy as broken as he. It had been easy to claim forever. It had been easy to ignore other's passing and goodbyes and the never ending fall of sakura in a never ending world.
But it was like snow at twilight, a sudden smoothing of every imperfection until it's impossible to discern ice from powder, hill from hollow. An endless sparkling numbness that left them both questioning;
What happens now?