This Ain’t A Dream | MakoShinji
March 5th, 2010,
Gekkoukan High rooftop.
With everyone’s combined efforts and Makoto’s own sacrifice in the end, Nyx was defeated. He thought that he wouldn’t wake up again, and yet he did, every day, his strength to do anything slowly leaving his body. It was a tough battle. He prevailed to see his friends again.
Today, it was the day they all promised to meet up, should they survive the final battle. With a lot of effort and help from Aigis, he made it up to the roof. The sunlight hitting his eyes made him squint as he slowly sat down on one of the benches and let out a deep sigh.
“So tired...” He mumbled to himself. Thinking back on it, he had a pretty fun year, making new friends after being closed off on emotions and afraid of getting hurt. He even managed to win his senpai, Shinjiro’s heart, eventually. He liked listening to him talk about his past, seeing him smile whenever they went out on dates. Movies, dinner, the arcade or even just cuddling on his bed in silence. He had everything he could ask for.
October 4th is a date he’d never forget. The day Shinjiro was shot, Makoto thought his whole world was crumbling. For the first time ever, he stared at the blood on his coat, hearing him cough up. He was lost and didn’t know what else to do but hold him... and cry. His shell broke in that single moment as he let the tears fall. He remembered how hard he begged for him to not leave him while the rest of the group were too shocked to do anything but stare in silence. Ken was the only one who broke it with his wails and screams, not wanting this to happen and blaming himself for it. Mitsuru called for a doctor and an ambulance arrived, taking him in.
Then they were told that he fell into a coma and he was hooked to a machine to keep him alive and breathing. The doctors couldn’t tell if he would wake up or not, which made Makoto fall back into his old habits of keeping to himself and not care about anything and anyone.
Now, he heard from a girl in his class that he had miraculously recovered and would eventually go back to school. She said that he had something in his breast pocket that saved him from the last bullet. Makoto knew exactly what that was: the pocket watch he had given him before he confessed his feelings to him.
All of that made him smile and close his eyes for a moment. He was startled awake by the doors slamming open, and as he turned his head towards them, there he was, running towards him.
“Shinji...” The Fool muttered, a relieved smile curling on his lips.
“D-don’t make a sick guy run so much...” The older male panted heavily as he coughed into his arm. He still needed time to recover, but didn’t care at all. “Makoto...” He proceeded to sit down next to him so that the other could lean on him, an arm wrapped around his waist.
“Ι missed you so much... you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you...” Makoto replied with a small hum. It felt good to be with him again.
“I missed you too.” The Moon smiled warmly and planted a soft kiss in his blue hair. He could be as affectionate as he wanted when they were alone. “Y’know, it’s pretty pathetic of me to forget the way I did...”
“Huh?”
“But even then, my feelings for you were the same as always...” He continued, holding him close and chuckled. “I’ve got one thick skull, huh?”
“...What are you talkin’ about?” He asked, curious as he looked up at the other, their eyes meeting.
“The boy- no, the person I saw in my dreams... it was you...” His smile widened, rough hands cupping the Fool’s face. “You were eatin’ and laughin’ like usual.” He laughed and embraced him tightly.
Now he realized how weak he was getting. His strength was greater than he recalled. Despite that small wince escaping his lips, Makoto allowed it and nuzzled his head into his coat, accepting its warmth and listening to his beating heart. He had no idea people in comas could have dreams. Even so, he was happy that he meant so much to him.
“Yeah... this ain’t a dream...” The brunet’s voice grew quieter as he slowly loosened his grip on his boyfriend. “You’re really here... with me.” That said, he finally did what he meant to do for a while now and locked their lips together into a long kiss. He wanted to feel him again, to make him feel truly alive.
He had missed this so much. The blue-haired Fool slowly wrapped his arms around his waist as he let out a soft hum and smiled, returning the kiss.
As happy as they both were, the sound of running footsteps and several voices drawing near made you both pull away. Shinjiro laughed, half amused by this. “Man, those guys sure know how to ruin a moment...”
In the warmth of the spring sunlight and his loved one’s arms, Makoto’s eyes were getting heavier and sleepier, unable to say a word to him. He could only hear his breathing slow down every passing second.
Eventually... he closed his eyes...
“...Makoto?” His voice was fading away. “I’m glad I met you. I love you...”
...And he died in his lover’s arms.
