Read on for a completely happy happy joy cheesy ending. Go to the next chapter for a kinda depressing suicide-ish ending. Both are kinda bad, but i've lost heart with this story. I hate that, when I work really hard at the beginning of a story and just lose interest at the end. Sorry guys.
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Yuki felt his heart flutter with hope as Kyo's eyes flickered. "Kyo? Kyo, it's me! Wake up." Kyo tried, but instead drifted into a deep sleep. Yuki's attempts to re-awaken him were fruitless for the time being. Then there were gasps and screams from the crowd. Yuki looked up just in time to see his brother drag Hatori off the ice and out of the stadium. Hatori was staring at the blood-stained katana in his hand, as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd done. Akito lay motionless on the ice, blood pouring from the fatal wound. Yuki felt the sharp tug, the tears, and knew the curse was broken. Gone. He was free.
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The arrival of the police, the running and screaming crowds, it was all a blur to Yuki. All he knew was that he could not let go of Kyo. Ambulances arrived, paramedics trying to take Kyo to hospital. It took three of them to lift both boys into the back of the ambulance, because Yuki would not let them be separated. A policewoman accompanied them, trying to get information out of Yuki, trying to persuade him to come to the station and answer some questions. Yuki simply shook his head. When the woman persisted, Yuki snapped his gaze up into her eyes. "He was justly killed. I won't give evidence against that. You have plenty of witnesses as it is." The woman frowned and fell silent. Yuki looked back at Kyo just as the boy woke up. He gave a weak smile.
"Hey, rat-boy."
"Hey, stupid cat." Yuki smiled and renewed his grip on Kyo's hand. They'd be okay. And somehow, Hatori would too.
Ugh, I hate this ending. I hate the alternate ending too, but ugh. R&R, I'll try my best to extinguish the flames.