Disclaimer: D. Grayman belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
Warnings: Rabi/Kanda pairing. Death. End of the World
"Don't look, Yuu," whispers Rabi.
Kanda knows, without looking, that the Akuma are coming in hordes. He can hear them behind him, can taste death and iron and ash in his mouth. Kanda has never needed protection. He still doesn't, but he lets Rabi wrap one arm around his waist, burrowing the other in his dirty hair, and pull him near. Rabi is warm. He is alive and he is real, watching death approach on the horizon but turning Kanda's head the other way.
Kanda bleeds from the wound in his stomach and his reserve has long since been depleted, like a cat on his last life. His vision is spotty in places and he shivers, though there is fire everywhere. Rabi sits and lets blood drip down his face, his mangled leg making it impossible to run, though he has nowhere to run to. So, he holds what is most precious to him close and stares ahead, unafraid. There are worse ways, he thinks optimistically, to go.
The Akuma advance, screeching and shrieking like rabid animals. They leave destruction and the apocalypse in their wake. When they laugh, it is a mad joy that escapes their distorted mouths. Somewhere, the Earl grins, not like a madman, but as one. He did not need the Heart. Humans had so much despair; they crushed themselves with it. Noah's family rejoices. They watched the world end in water once, and now they watch it burn away. Everything is aflame and Kanda still feels cold.
"Rabi too," he says with difficulty, pushing off slightly so that Rabi can see his face. He cups the redhead's face in his soiled hands and forces their eyes to meet. His face is tired and frowning. He has always looked this way. "You also," he repeats slowly, because it is difficult to breathe and harder yet to speak, "should not look." A Level Four Akuma spots the two of them, and dives, claws outstretched.
Rabi smiles. It is the last thing Kanda sees.