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3 months later
Cooro shifted in the moonlight shining through the window. His wounds from the Villagers stones and spears freshly bandaged, though small amounts of crimson blood still seeped through. Suddenly a visible shudder ran throughout his body, and his once so empty eyes filled with rage. Forgetting his aching wings and head, he stood on shaking limbs and ran to Fly's study, one person on his mind as he shouted in his mind, 'I'm coming!'
"Damn..." muttered Fly, hands placed over his eyes, elbows on his desk. "I was so close, so close."
He had been so close to getting his hands on Cooro's Anima, his veil of kindness working to his advantage. That is, until Cooro had brought those Retches he called friends, until his plan for them had been revealed.
The mask on Cooro's heart had been the only thing keeping him at Fly's side. The mask that had been shattered when his friends left. He had tried to convince Cooro to move on, but to no avail.
And then, She had appeared to Cooro. It was her that had helped Cooro to shed his shattered mask, to embrace the fact that his friends were gone. Cooro had lost his friends, and gained a partner.
He didn't hear the slight shuffle of wings nor the unwelcomed being enter his study.
"What you did was wrong." Fly jumped up from his place at his desk and gaped openmouthed at his guest.
"Blanca.." he gasped eyes wide. "What-what are you-" he stuttered. His gaze suddenly turned icy.
"I almost had him." he growled. "then you, then you," he practically shook with rage, hands clenched, hair covering his eyes.
"You're wrong, Fly." her voice held not rage not saddness, only pity. Pity for what this man had become.
"You never had him."
Fly shot at Blanca, eyes overflowing with rage. He grabed her by the neck and threw her to the ground, a sickening crack resounding through the room. "Be quiet!" he spat at her face. Blanca remained concious only long enough to hear two words, echo through her mind, "I'm coming!"
Fly then beat her, unaware of the figure that had just rushed through the doorway.
"So this is what you've become," Cooro spat. Face blank in the moon's light, but eyes shining with pure rage. Fly spun towards him, shock showing so clearly on his features, hand still raised.
He knew what happened now that Cooro's mask had come undone, when he let his anger shine through. He was terrified. Cooro caught sight of the figure laying next to Fly, and his rage became even more apparent. A scowl snuck its way onto his features, his wings shifting restlessly, wounds now re-opened. Normally Fly wouldn't be scared of a rampaging Cooro, but ever since he had gained Blanca, His dear Blanca, as his partner, when he was angry his wrath increased ten as an added bonus, he gained some new... talents.
"You've hurt her," Cooro's eyes shot daggers into Fly's very core. "Of all the stupid things in the world to do, you go and hurt her."
Cooro slowly walked over to where Fly sat, eyes shining with fear. He took Fly's raised hand and, with one swift movement, snapped it.
"AGGHHHHHHH-" Fly's scream of pain was cut off when Cooro placed his hand over his mouth, nails digging into his face.
"You. Had. To. Go. Hurt. Her."With every word that he spoke, he snapped another part of Fly's body, and the rage in his heart died slightly just at the sight of the once strong man, lying broken and bleeding on the floor. But one glance at Blanca brought it all back, even stronger.
"Why?" He said quietly. "You know how I feel. You know how much I love her. What made you think you could get away with even laying a finger on her?"
Cooro kneeled down to where Fly's head was, body shaking with sobbs. "Please," Fly shuddered, a look of defeat on his face.
"Please. Just end it."
A small smile replaced Cooro's scowl. "Yes. It needs to end."
He regretted killing his former friend, but his love for blanca and his worry for her safety outweighed his love for Fly. So, with one motion,
He ended it.
The last thing Fly thought, as he saw Cooro kneel down to caress a sleeping Blanca's face, was 'Take care of her...Cooro' and his eyes closed and he knew no more.
