Chapter 8:
Saki couldn't believe her ears. Haru was getting her sight back for her. But, Ritsuka was in pain. She could smell blood dripping from his arms as Haru tightened the chains.
"Saki, aren't you coming?" Haru asked. "We're getting your sight back. Let's go!"
"Haru, what did you do?" Saki asked. "I smell blood. What did you do to them!"
"I captured Loveless," Haru replied. "Let's go before they send Zero after us." Saki groped around the room until she found what she was looking for. She held a fork over her wrists poised to stab herself.
"Let him go," she ordered. "He let us go." Haru's eyes widened in fear.
"Saki!" he exclaimed. "Saki, what the hell do you think you're doing! Do you realize what's you're about to do?"
"Haru, I love you," Saki smiled, her eyes welling up with tears, "but I'd rather die than see you hurt someone for my sake." She raised the fork, and plunged it toward her throat.
"NO!" Haru cried. He cringed as the sound of blood splattering on the ground echoed throughout the room. When he opened his eyes again, Saki was on the floor, a fork in her throat. He could hear her breaths. They were long, heavy, and wet.
"H-Haru," Saki smiled feebly. "I…I love…you." Haru cradled her in his arms.
"No, Saki, don't die!" he cried. "Don't die on me, dammit! You said you wouldn't leave me." Saki smiled weakly and touched Haru's cheek. Her hands were cold.
"Don't…forget m…me," she whispered. "Aishiteruze, Haru-kun." Her head fell forward as her last breath left her body. Haru's tears dripped on her limp form.
"Saki," he sobbed quietly. "Saki, why! I'm sorry!" He clasped the cold body to his chest and cried out in pain. Ritsuka watched Haru grieving Saki and wondered if any of the people who killed Seimei cried for him after he was dead.
"Soubi," Ritsuka gasped. He rushed to his side and slid the chain off his arms. "Soubi." He threw his arms around Soubi's waist and hugged him for comfort. Soubi smiled and returned Ritsuka's embrace.
"Damn you," Haru sobbed. "How can you be so happy when Saki's dead?" He yanked the fork out of her throat. "I'm following her," he said. "I'll follow her, even if she goes to Heaven and I to Hell."
"No, Haru!" Ritsuka cried. "Don't do it!"
"Why not!" Haru snapped. "Tell me why I shouldn't!" Ritsuka fished around in his thoughts for an explanation. He couldn't just say that one dead person was bad enough and that there didn't need to be more. Haru wouldn't listen to that.
"Because…because Saki wouldn't want you to die!" Ritsuka replied. "She'd want you to live, and to make your life better." Haru raised the fork to stab himself, but his hand was shaking. He couldn't do it, and he knew it, too. He collapsed to the floor, his body shaking violently with each sob. "Saki," he cried. "Saki!" Ritsuka sat on his knees beside Haru and touched his hand.
"Haru," he murmured. Tears fell from his eyes and dripped into the pool of blood in his room.
Saki.
