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Last Moments
Makayla reacted instantly, darting forward and removing the scalpel from the teen's chest. Glancing at Kurogane, who was already directly behind her, the writer pulled the bottle she'd gotten from Yuuko and smashed it in her hand, allowing her blood to flow into the blonde's wound before pulling out the jar of ointment and popping it open. She glanced at the ninja again before scooping a small amount of the cream out with one hand and slicing her brother's chest open with the other.
"What the hell are you doing?" the ninja snapped. Makayla grinned up at him.
"Look, the feather," she replied, pointing at the pulsing object. Shock registered on the swordsman's face for a moment before he nodded quickly, reaching over her shoulder and grasping it.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" the swordsman asked, hesitating. The author nodded.
"Hurry or he'll bleed to death," she warned. The ninja glanced at her again before pulling the feather out.
The writer reacted instantly. The second the feather was out she wiped the ointment on the exposed organs, gasping softly. The swordsman glanced at her again.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, reaching over and pressing his hand against her heart. The author glanced down, surprised to see she was bleeding. Evron stirred slightly, and pain shot through the twenty-one year old. Wow. Nice method, Yuuko.
"Hey!"
The girl grinned up at him again.
"It appears," she muttered, "as if I'm here until he's awake."
The dark haired man narrowed his eyes.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" he snapped. She chuckled as pain shot through her again.
"You will take Seth with you, right?" she asked, turning her attention back to Evron. She was startled to see his wounds were completely healed over.
"What the hell are you talking about? Mage!"
The author coughed once, vaguely aware of someone arguing close by. Blood poured from her mouth and chest, and her vision began to fade.
"Mommy!" Seth's voice broke through the haze surrounding her. She forced her vision to clear and smiled at her son.
"Seth, Mommy has to go, okay?" she tried to explain. "But Kurogane-sama and Fai will take care of you, alright?"
"No! Mommy, you promised not to leave me!"
The writer smiled softly.
"I have to go, Seth," she muttered, vision beginning to fade again. ":I hafta go save your uncle… because he's a good man deep down."
"Mommy?" Seth's voice was faint as white engulfed the twenty-one year old. She found herself standing in the middle of the white, searching, scanning. A few feet to her right, she spotted a familiar figure lying on what she assumed was the ground.
"Evron!"
The figure stirred.
"Evron, wake up!"
Makayla found herself beside her brother, shaking him violently. Slowly his eyes opened.
"Kayla?" he murmured, sitting up. "Hey… aren't I dead?"
"Not yet," the writer said, shaking her head. "And I'm not letting you die, either."
"But… the feather…" he muttered. The author stared at him a moment before placing one hand over his heart.
"Evron, you can have my heart, and my lung. But you have to go back."
"Why? What about Seth?"
"He's going with Kurogane-sama and Fai. Go back, okay? And apologize."
The teen stared at her a moment before shaking his head violently.
"No," he snapped. "I won't do it."
The writer chuckled, catching sight of a strange beaded door behind him.
"You have no choice," she replied, flipping onto her hands and kicking him through the door. There were shouts of surprise, and the author, unable to resist, peeked through. Kurogane, Fai, Seth and Sakura were gathered around her and Evron's bodies, the teen stirring slightly. She smiled.
"Goodbye."
Waving to her friends, she turned her back on them and walked farther into the unending white.
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Kurogane glanced from Evron, who was beginning to sit up, to Makayla's body, which he just realized he was clutching to his chest. He stared at her for a moment before glancing up at Seth, who was glaring at his uncle.
"This is your fault!" he shouted accusingly at the blonde. "All of it's your fault!"
The teen looked toward his sister's body, a flicker of grief passing through his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, hanging his head. "I'm so sorry."
"Ass!" the four year old hollered at him, throwing himself at the teenager and beating against his chest with his small fists. "Give her back!"
"I'm sorry," the boy repeated, not even trying to stop the child as he wrapped his fingers around the blonde's throat.
"Seth," the ninja called softly remembering what Tomoyo had done when his mother had died. The four year old glanced at him. "Your mom needs her rest, right?"
The boy glanced down at his mother's body before returning his gaze to the swordsman and releasing his uncle, arms falling to his sides as he collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down his face.
"Yeah," he agreed softly. "She's been working really hard. She deserves some sleep."
The swordsman pulled the child into a tight hug.
"I know how it feels," he muttered, looking at Fai. "I know exactly how you feel."
The four year old sobbed, burying his head in the swordsman's shirt. The others turned away respectfully as the ninja glared at them. This is a semi-private moment, and I'd like to keep it that way, dammit.
"Kurogane?" Seth said suddenly. The swordsman glanced down at him.
"What?" he snapped, embarrassed. The boy hugged him.
"Thank you."
A/N; Sap. Sap sap sap sap sap and OOCness. Always the OOCness. Ah, well. A short chapter. And yes, I know Evron's personality took a complete 180 this chapter. I did it on purpose.
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OMG!! SETH USED A SWEAR WORD! He's been spending too much time with Kurogane-sama.