Disclaimer: D. Grayman belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
Warnings: Rabi/Kanda/Allen.
Parting
There is a lull in the fighting. The air is still riddled with tension, and all the Dark Order can do is breathe in fear and exhale bravery. Mankind may cower, but they cannot even afford to flinch, branded by the cross over their hearts.
It is a time of desperate Lasts – last hours, last indulgences, last kisses and last chances. Some walk away knowing that they will never come back. Some walk away praying that they will. Headquarters is already full of coffins that hold nothing but ashes.
They met when they were children, but now they are men. Rabi has long since lost the battle with indifferent observation. He has friends and lovers in this war. Kanda knows that tomorrow will be his death day. There is only one petal left. Allen hopes and hopes and hopes.
They sit quietly in different corners of the room – Allen on the bed, Rabi by the door and Kanda at the table. The silence is filled with acceptance, pessimism and faith. In three minutes it will be midnight, and the last day will be gone.
At eleven-fifty-nine, Kanda stands and scowls. "This is useless," he snaps, trying to leave. Rabi stops him by taking his hand before he can reach for the doorknob. Allen runs and throws arms around both, trembling with worry and love.
"Please be careful," he says.
Kanda's face softens and he closes his eyes, drawing Allen near while Rabi drops his head onto his shoulder, running hands through short, pale hair. Sixty seconds is only so long. "We will," says Rabi softly, and that is their goodbye.