Last chapter!... (finally!)
I'll add some fun extras later on. :)
So, please, look forward to them!
Kanda breathed in the icy winter breeze. He felt the melted snow seep through his uniform-coat and cooling down his hot back. The vulgar smell of his burnt hair was carried off along with the cold wind. His sword rested in his limp hands. Today, it had proven its trust to Kanda.
He exhaled, eyes staring at the warm puff of air he banished from inside of him. However, it evaporated quickly, dissolving with the particles of atmospheric nothingness.
Where the hell was Yumiko when he wanted to see her most?
Kanda's breathing became coarse by the moment. He was cut and bruised everywhere, but he felt no pain. This was nothing.
"I can't die yet," He mumbled, eyes closed and imagining Yumiko in front of him, "I can't die yet."
His eyelids flung opened, hoping to see her smiling stupidly down on him. He felt like lecturing her again. Groaning, he shifted his body weight onto the left side. Kanda laid on the ground, facing the aftermath of the ruins he created. Hazy colors of purple condensed with his vision.
"Yumiko, I can't die yet," Kanda repeated again.
He filled in the awkward gap of silence with something typical she would have said to him, 'Of course you can't, Yuu.'
Kanda sadly smiled to himself, gazing off into the red-stained snow. There was an awful gash on his left arm that was leaking.
"Is it because I'm too flabby, Yumiko?" He answered to himself.
'No, Yuu. It's because we haven't had our supper yet,' Answered imaginary Yumiko, 'Guess what I made tonight?'
"Sweet potato soup?" Kanda replied, faking an angry tone, "You know I hate sweets, Yumiko."
'I know, Yuu,' she said, 'But your sugar level is getting very low…'
"Fine," He huffed, blowing away some specks of snow away from his face, "But on one condition."
'What's that, Yuu?'
"You'll have to feed it to me, mouth to mouth," Kanda smirked to himself, with a "as a matter of fact" face.
"Y-Yuu?"
He flinched, eyes popping out of his sockets wide open.
"E-… Yumiko?" Kanda flustered, clearing his throat. He rolled over to the other side.
And he saw the face of a queen.
No seriously, he did.
Yumiko was dressed up in a puffy dress and a fancy French hat. Her shoes were nowhere to be seen under the heavily weighed skirt. Her skin tone was just as pale as the snow around her, but it was just no match for her beauty.
"Oh shit," He spit out the words.
"K-Kanda? Are you okay?" Yumiko took a step forward. The train wreck of ruffled fabric followed her as the bells of her golden bracelet jingled.
"Y-Yumiko?" Kanda flustered, but then regained his character, "What the hell are you wearing, you ass?"
"Well, right now, I'm not even sure if I have one anymore," Yumiko blinked, trying her best to look at herself behind.
"Where'd you steal that from?" Kanda tried to cover up his astonishment with as many insults as he could possibly think of, "The wife of the pope?"
"Um, well," Yumiko furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of what was going on here, "I'm not sure, I—"
"Where'd you go you little bastard?" Kanda continued to yell, he wasn't finished with his cover up yet, "Did you dig up a little hole in the ground and hide in there like a groundhog until I was finished?"
"You're funny, Yuu" Yumiko laughed, slapping where her leg was supposed to be.
"How'd you know when to come out?" He rolled his eyes in faked annoyance, "Did you check for your shadow?"
"Ho ho, can't miss my shadow with this massive pumpkin on me," Yumiko smiled foolishly, twirling around in the dress.
Kanda's frown vanished, and he smirked with relief. Thank God. Yumiko leaned down to help him sit upright next to her. The gloved hands were warm against his torn skin.
"You're getting flabby, Yuu," She smiled, pinching his arm.
"I'm only flabby in one place, Yumiko," He sighed tiredly. The weariness was catching up to him now. Kanda leaned on her shoulder, using the enlarged sleeves as a comfortable pillow. He extended his right arm and slipped it across her opposite shoulder, the other was sneaking its way into Yumiko's free hand.
"And why's that, Yuu?"
He saw her getting red and smirked. Finally, he just might be able to win this battle for once. The magician was left unarmed.
"You know why, you simpleton."
"A simpleton doesn't know much."
Kanda inched his way up closer to her neck and exhaled slowly near her jaw line.
"Because I have a soft spot for you."
Yumiko flinched. Her pretty eyes fluttered in surprise and, yes, happiness. She glanced at their intertwined fingers, his thumb pressed down on hers with dominance.
Score one for Kanda.
He looked up at her and set free the smile he held back for so many years—a full set of upright curves. Left with nothing else to say, he extended his neck, edging closer and closer to her face. His right hand outlined her fragile chin as she was left stunned, speechless, and completely flabbergasted.
Kanda leaned in, intending to kiss her. Instead, his lack of strength led his forehead to be pushed gently against hers. Their unsteady breaths shook together like a pacing metronome, the warm puffs of air escaping from each of their pair of lips.
"I like you, Yuu," They unintentionally said at the same time. They blinked at each other, and then laughed shakily. A cold wind rushed past them, and from complete exhaustion, he collapsed into her arms.
Yumiko eyes casted upon Kanda, with love.
She arched her back over and wrapped her arms under his arms and around his body.
She whispered into his ears, regardless whether or not he was listening. She had a need to say it anyhow.
"Always… and will forever… promise."
Owari.