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The day was perfect. The sky was bright, not a cloud in the sky. A light breeze blowing over gaia as it masked the darkness that was seeping the ground with blood just beneath it's lying skies.
Dulled out blue eyes gazed over the bleeding body that rested beneath a crimson dyed blade. Every slash had cut as deeply into the poet as it had into himself, in the end though it had been out of mercy that this tragedy was born. Out of remorse that violence was sired.
It hadn’t taken someone of the greatest minds to see that day by day the man that had lived his life bound by a strict code of honor was seeing himself more and more as the monster that he was never made to be.
The bloodied blade was being pressed against the throat of his best friend, and it was a blessing that the ex-SOLDIER could keep his hand steady as he looked down. Those blue eyes though… the ones that had been as constant as the stars above. A shining light that always lead the poet back into the arms of the one man who ever meant anything to him.
This was never how it was meant to end. Angeal wasn’t to die first. He wasn’t suppose to be the monster. Only one of them had ever fit that role. He could have been happy. If he had just stayed away. Why. Why did you always come after me ‘Geal?
The question though was held on silent lips as the poet lowered himself to one knee. The bloodsoaked blade being discarded. Angeal was already in his final moments before the freedom of death would take him away from this bloodstained nightmare that had enveloped their lives.
Still, even now, Angeal was smiling. “My friend do you fly away now." Genesis whispered as he placed his shaking hand against the side of Angeal’s head. Fighting back a sob as a large hand enveloped his own.
"Thank you Genesis." Those words were more painful than all the wounds in the world and the crimson soldier felt himself doubling over with them. Resting his head on a heaving chest. “Don’t thank me for releasing you from this cursed life I trapped you in."
The plea was accompanied by the tightening of one hand around the other. The best friends both seemed to think ill of letting go. Angeal simply chuckled and rested his other hand on his best friends head, brushing away graying strands of bright hair as he had so many times in the past.
Finally though the poet steeled himself. He had done this, he had to face his choices head on. Not crying into his best friends chest like the coward he had always truly been. Sitting up the poet smiled, drawing Angeal's head onto his lap as he could see the last seconds of life draining from those all to familiar eyes.
"When you see the Goddess, tell her I say I." The bloodied poet mused brushing away dark locks. "I am sure she will love having a hero keeping her company." A brief look of doubt came over Angeal's features as he made to speak but Genesis never allowed it.
"Pretend for me Angeal." He cut in, still looking down with a softness that no one in this world or the next had ever seen, nor would ever see again. "If you wish to refuse that title to the end. Pretend if only for me. Let me believe that we made our dreams."
The passing seconds weakened the grip of Angeal's hand against his own, but still the SOLDIER pressed on. "Pretend for just a moment that we became heros like we promised we would. Sitting beneath the apple tree." There was no stopping them, tears pressed against his eyes as they made a path down dirt and blood covered cheeks. Falling onto the chilling skin of his friend below as he recieved no response.
"Just pretend for me." Genesis begged, his voice cracking as he didn't try and break away the tears.
"You remember them right? Those promises. Your honor wouldn't let you forget about them." He chuckled still brushing at the dark hair of his friend in a systematic pattern. "We would be heros together. You wouldn't let me down."
He had continued to speak, carrying on a one way conversation with a body that had long since stopped holding life. Unable to accept what he had done, unable to let go of the one thing he had always known for certain. The poet talked to a corpse. Receiving no response and letting his words drag him in circles until all the tears that he had left in his body fell, and all the remorse and sadness he could ever carry had been expelled.
Standing up he dragged his friend over to a tree. Leaning down and kissing the forehead of his beloved friend with eyes that had been so blanched of emotions it was hard to believe that they had ever held passion at all. "Don't forget to tell her Angeal."
With that the bloodstained renegade walked away.
