Disclaimer: Don't own, obviously.

Comments: O-o I made this for a friend, but I liked it so it's goin up here 3 Luke/Guy rules 3 Yes...Guy is Uke ;;; I need to write more hardcore stuff for those two Xx

The warm blood hit his fingers, and he didn't know what it was from. Though his brain was going fogged, his had enough sense, as to look up and see that there was a sword through a body in front of him, and blood rushing out of the giant gash.

He wanted to say something, but his mouth failed him.

He didn't do it...did he? His brain went even more fogged, and the body fell on top of him. His blond hair started to get soaked at the blood spraying from another wound to the man's neck.

"Get up!! Guy get up!" Yelled a familiar voice, though he didn't want to say anything to it. As his body was pulled out from under the dead ridden corpse, he stared up at his friend, only to get stabbed.

"What the fuck happened? Why did you freeze?" His red headed friend said, hair already soaked like blood, but it was naturally that color.

"I just...I saw her...and I just..." His body was locked up. It hurt so much.

"Guy shut up and shape! We have to get going..." His friend's voice was cold and hard on him, but he knew the old person was there.

"Luke..." Guy said in a small voice before getting up to stand. He brushed himself off, trying to regain what ever composure he had before this. Luke on the other hand was sighing, and running a hand through his long hair.

"I'm sorry Guy...you've just...Never froze like that" Luke offered in a more calm voice.

"I saw my sister Mary..." Guy whispered, "I just..." he couldn't finish his sentence and fell to his knees, tears soaking his eyes. Why would he cry like this? Hadn't he always been strong?

Luke looked over at his friend before frowning. His lips were playing a pout as well but he tried to make it go away. He moved to kneel and wrapped his arms around Guy's body, pulling him close.
"It's alright to cry sometimes...it's okay to show feelings about something rather then locking it up" Luke's voice was a mere whisper to Guy and he continued to cry. "Guy...I hate seeing you like this.."

Guy tried to talk, but it was muffled because his face was in the other's chest. He clung to those stupid clothes he wore, that stupid white over cloak. His eyes were staining it, but he cared not. His soaked blond hair was making it dirty...

The red head sighed and rubbed at Guy's back. He hated seeing his best friend like this...He'd only ever seen him cry once, but why now? Hadn't he gotten over the fear of loosing his beloved sister? Luke sighed and moved to look at Guy.

When Guy was moved, he looked at Luke. Why was he crying over someone, who wasn't there, when Luke always was. For 7 years, he had been there...for 7 years, he was the one who was there, why cry over his sister...

Why not...

Within seconds, their lips touched, and Luke was shocked. Guy's eyes were closed, and he leaned in further, pressing his lips more firmly against the other's. Luke's face turned a small pink, and he held Guy close.

Isn't this what he had wanted all along?

If he had stopped worrying about Mary, crying and feeling so sorrowful over her death, he would and could have seen that Luke was the one he had wanted and needed all along.

Pulling back, Guy looked at his friend, a blush tainting his own cheeks. "I..."

Luke shook his head, bringing a finger up to Guy's lips and shushed him. "Shhh" he whispered before pulling his hand away and leaned to kiss him again.

Guy would only learn, that mourning over the death wasn't the way to live. That living within the moments you choose, is the right way.