@militvs It wasn’t supposed to be this way
He was supposed to come back. Go back home. See his husband.. meet their child. See his dog--the kitten Cloud had.. but.. something went entirely too wrong. He was supposed to just be here for a few months and go home. But the not so dangerous mission.. it became fetal in the blink of an eye. They’d come here for scouting, small things, making sure everything worked still, people were alright, the normal stuff. It’s not until someone decided to start causing mayhem.. and pulled a weapon on innocent lives.. that he couldn’t stand by. What if it was Cloud there? Would you stand by then? No. It brought him comfort knowing his husband was safe, but..
He had stepped in, called the fool out on what he was doing. Bad move, apparently. The redhead was quick in drawing his own weapons.. the only downside to that being that it was close range against a long range weapon. And one that would hurt if it got him. Maybe he should have put in a transfer to go into office work.. it would have been boring but at least he wouldn’t worry his husband. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop now. A few blows are landed on the other, Reno’s aim with his weaponry being usually fairly good when he’s focused enough.
It’s not until a weapon that he wasn’t expecting is drawn and a blow was immediately landed, sending the turk backwards and making him land on his back. Moving meant death.. and he has a moment that he heard nothing but I high pitched screech.. He couldn’t even heard Rude yelling for him.. He was in shock. When the screeching died down, the redhead heard fists connecting with bone and flesh, but he can’t bring himself to look.
Now he was laying in a puddle of his own blood, Rude had been here--and it would have been him if the redhead hadn’t gotten in the way. A shuddered breath and blue-green eyes turning to the side before he shivered. Was it just him or was it getting cold in here all of a sudden? Rude had taken care of the perp.. They wouldn’t be able to move him unless they wanted him to lose more blood. “R-Rude.. Don’t.. don’t let him know..” Don’t let him know it wasn’t instant.. “Don’t let him know how much pain I’m in..” Be merciful to my sky, my world, my heart.
“Y’know.. I never did get to message him back.. he’s probably worried sick..” He can’t think of anything but his love. “What I wouldn’t give to see his face again..” He’s in so much pain he can’t even reach for his wallet for the picture.. it’s probably soaked in blood now.. “He almost wouldn’t give me the chance for a date, remember that..?” He’s wasting energy, but he can’t stop himself.. It’s nerve wracking, if his nerves weren’t already vibrating and screaming due to his pain. “Just one date.. now look.. m’ married to ‘em..” There’s a small, weak smile that crossed his face as he thought about that.. Yeah.. he was married to him now..
“I wish..” It was there that Rude stopped him, the redhead giving him a weak look of regret. “Don’t tell him how brutal my death is.. or that I died in so much pain.” He paused, feeling a little blood in his mouth that he tried to swollow down. “Have him think only of how I was when I was alive..” Already talking in past tense about himself.. but he knows there is no way he’ll survive this. The wound was too deep. The cut was fatal.. and his life was draining.
A sharp breath was taken, and Rude was all but begging him to stay around, though the man just gave him a small smile. “I want you to be the one to tell him.. I know you’ll be kind to him about it..” Blood is dribbling down the corner of his mouth before he takes one more breath.. “Tell him how much I love him.. and that I’m.. sorry...” It was there that he can’t seem to move anymore and he exhales that last breath. At least he didn’t die alone..
