Chapter # 5: The Last Kiss

We all sat in his room, sad, shocked. No one wanted to lose Yuki. Not even Kyo wanted Yuki gone. But the one affected by this news the most was me. My Yuki was going to be leaving me…

Tears threatened to slip from my eyes. They threatened to escape me. I gave into their threats and allowed for my tears to have their freedom.

"But…You-you can't go!" I announced clinging to Yuki.

"You just…Can't!"

Everyone felt sorry for me. I'd loved Yuki the longest, and understood him, just as he did me.

The hours seemed to slip by rather quickly. Before we knew it, it was 8:30 AM. And time kept ticking by. Soon enough, 9 AM rolled onto the clock. Yuki still lie in bed, his eyes focused on his friends. Shigure and Kyo hugged him. Tohru kissed his forehead, not wanting him to transform into his rat form. They left, not being able to bear it. I was sitting on his floor, tears staining my cheeks. Yuki climbed off his bed and over to me. He sat before me. I leaned in, closing my eyes. I kissed him lightly, he returned it. Then he lied down, his head in my lap. I held one of his soft, shaking hands. My other hand stroking his hair.

"I wish you could be here…For Kisa's birthday at least."

"That's in a week, am I right?"

"Yeah and mines the day after hers," I said weakly.

"I know," Yuki whispered,

"I know."

I took a shaky breath.

Yuki just lie there, squeezing my hand and staring at the clock. 9:10 AM. He could obviously feel himself getting weaker.

"Haru?"

"…Hai?"

"I already got you and Kisa each a present. They're in the closet. Her's is wrapped in childish wrapping paper. Balloons, I believe. Yours is wrapped in violet wrapping…"

"…I'll remember that."

"But…Don't open your gifts until your birthday's ok?"

"…Ok."

Yuki stared at the clock still. 9:13 AM.

"I'm going to miss you Haru…"

"I'm going to miss you even more…"

"Don't start that again," Yuki said with a small laugh.

"I'll really miss you my little Yuki…"

"Are you calling me short?"

"…Maybe…"

9:14 AM.

Yuki smiled up at me, those caring eyes of his made me want to cry even more.

"Since I won't be here…Tell Kisa…"

He started coughing.

"YUKI!"

He stopped coughing,

"Tell Kisa I said 'Happy Birthday,' and tell her that I'm sorry I couldn't make it." More coughing.

"And…Happy Birthday to you too…Haru…" More coughing.

"I-I love you," he whispered, coughing harder afterwards.

"I love you too…Yuki…"

Finally his coughing stopped. He still held my hand. His grip slowly began to loosen.

"I'm sorry Haru…For not telling you sooner…And…"

9:15 AM.

"…I'm more sorry…For not holding on longer…" With that he closed his beautiful, violet eyes and his grip went limp.

I smiled through my tears,

"You shouldn't be sorry Yuki…You'll finally rest…You'll finally rest and not worry about how sick you are…" I stroked his hair,

"Sleep easy…My little Yuki…"