SWEARS this is the last deathfic!
Apr. 25th, 2009 02:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaShouichi isn't sure how Byakuran's head got into his lap, he's not sure, and he's not sure he cares either. Byakuran's hair is crisped, rustling like dry leaves and burned nearly halfway down, the tips reduced to ash. Byakuran's face is black, cracked, and bleeding in some parts, the skin underneath the dry, cracking black crust is red and pink and sore. It smells disgusting, like badly burnt, sickly sweet pork hot dogs, and the sounds of Byakuran's labored breathing are hard on the ears, his death rattle is full blown.
Shouichi doesn't know whether it's better or worse than what happened to Genkishi. (He never found out what happened to Iris, and never intends to ask.)
"Mmm, I never thought, that at the end of all things," Byakuran's voice is raspy, impossible to hear, and Shouichi almost doesn't, over the rabble of the Vongola. They're arguing again, and tending to their wounds, the dead, dying, or incapacitated figures of Byakuran's funeral wreaths litter the ground. Shouichi is sure that the girl, Bluebell, is alive, and pulled away from the Vongola Chrome is speaking into her owl, which now sports mismatched eyes. "I never thought I would be in your lap, Shou-chan."
Shouichi has to make an effort not to touch Byakuran's crumbling hair. "I'm your most trusted subordinate, Byakuran-san."
Byakuran's chest rattles. It might be a chuckle, but it also might be Byakuran wheezing, Shouichi can't tell. "Will it change now?" The blackened crust on the tip of Byakuran's lips falters, cracks, and falls into his mouth. He coughs, painfully.
"Will what change?" Shouichi asks, staring down into Byakuran's grey/purple/blue/hurting eyes.
"The world, Shou-chan, the world." Byakuran's breath gives out on him, his last word a whisper on the breeze, and his eyes go wide and blank. Shouichi can't bare to touch him, can't even think about what might happen to the carefully held together body if he were to pry Byakuran's eyelids down. He reaches up and undoes the knot on his tie, draping it across Byakuran's eyes like a blindfold, before carefully sliding out from under Byakuran's head.
"It already has, Byakuran-san."
Shouichi doesn't know whether it's better or worse than what happened to Genkishi. (He never found out what happened to Iris, and never intends to ask.)
"Mmm, I never thought, that at the end of all things," Byakuran's voice is raspy, impossible to hear, and Shouichi almost doesn't, over the rabble of the Vongola. They're arguing again, and tending to their wounds, the dead, dying, or incapacitated figures of Byakuran's funeral wreaths litter the ground. Shouichi is sure that the girl, Bluebell, is alive, and pulled away from the Vongola Chrome is speaking into her owl, which now sports mismatched eyes. "I never thought I would be in your lap, Shou-chan."
Shouichi has to make an effort not to touch Byakuran's crumbling hair. "I'm your most trusted subordinate, Byakuran-san."
Byakuran's chest rattles. It might be a chuckle, but it also might be Byakuran wheezing, Shouichi can't tell. "Will it change now?" The blackened crust on the tip of Byakuran's lips falters, cracks, and falls into his mouth. He coughs, painfully.
"Will what change?" Shouichi asks, staring down into Byakuran's grey/purple/blue/hurting eyes.
"The world, Shou-chan, the world." Byakuran's breath gives out on him, his last word a whisper on the breeze, and his eyes go wide and blank. Shouichi can't bare to touch him, can't even think about what might happen to the carefully held together body if he were to pry Byakuran's eyelids down. He reaches up and undoes the knot on his tie, draping it across Byakuran's eyes like a blindfold, before carefully sliding out from under Byakuran's head.
"It already has, Byakuran-san."
