bakerstreet | I just died in your arms tonight.

i will follow you into the dark;
a darker shipping meme

It's the end of the line for you.. No matter how long you've been here on this planet, in this universe, that time is over now. Pain wracks your body, or perhaps it doesn't as you drift away from this life. All that remains is that ever fading light -

And the face of the one you care for the most.

For they are joining you on this last journey, as difficult or as easy as it can be. This could have been planned - you wanted to die together - or you both happened to be in the same place at the same time. Your world could be crashing down around you in a final armageddon; you could not be missed, the world turning without you two in it. One of you brought this onto you both; you tried to save your companion. You killed them yourself. It was all an accident...this wasn't supposed to happen...

How you've come to this doesn't matter so much in hindsight, though your sight is dimming as it as. What does matter is how you spend these last few moments with the person who means so much to you. If you're lucky, the two of you have lived a long, happy life together. Those who find themselves faced with a more tragic ending will have just realized their feelings for each other.

You don't have long, only a few moments. Make of them what you can. Reveal your secrets, touch their hand one last time, give them an embrace or a kiss. Apologize, if you see fit. Do what you did in life, but make it count and hope that you will see them again somehow.

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You see, if you had said that to me earlier, I would have. You've been very dishonest with me. [ But Kamui doesn't even have the strength to get angry about it right now. Slowly, he can see himself slipping; like the eternal night that all Yato walk into when their time comes is creeping further towards him. His mind wanders to his old master, and Housen's words ring. The Yato live a cursed life; knowing nothing but battle, they destroy everything in their path until there's nothing left for them to keep or protect. That is ... certainly how he had lived --

But as he had decided before, he's fine with it. Kamui regrets not claiming the battles he was promised, but he's lived exactly how he had wanted to. Now that he's dying, the thirst within him that yearns for war is but a soft nudge. ]

But like I said, it's meaningless to kill a dying man. Besides, I kind of want to see which of us kicks the bucket first.

A competition even in death? [ Takasugi's shoulder shake again, a laugh bursting from his lips. ] I suppose it's the last one we can indulge in.

[ Not that Takasugi has ever been much for competitions once he has fallen into the abyss.

Does he have any regrets? Only a few: that Gintoki wasn't the one who killed him, or Zura. That he doesn't have the chance to haunt them like the demon he has truly become after his death. He supposes that he will have his immortality in the end, but becoming a demon in the annals of history is so much less interesting than a creature that will follow his supposed old friends until their deaths.

Ah. But now he's the one dying, and neither of them are here. How disappointing. ]

Who'll win? You or me ...? [ It's a half-hearted challenge, and his voice comes out like a drawl. Weak. Very unlike his usually chipper and inquisitive self. His vision continues to blur, and Kamui can feel his vitality drain out of him like it's seeping out of some puncture. Oh, it's true that he has actually been punctured ...

Holding himself upright is already becoming a task, and when he doesn't focus, he feels like he will collapse to the floor. Eventually, he wobbles in Takasugi's direction, leaning against him, tattered back against tattered back. It's not friendliness or anything. He simply can't hold himself upright anymore. ]

Oh, whoops. It doesn't look like I can sit up anymore. [ Oh well. He's pretty sure Takasugi doesn't mind. ]

So, what about you? You didn't say if you had any regrets.

[ It's almost comfortable, the two of them like this. Except there's a piece of metal digging out of Kamui's back, its sharp edge poking at Takasugi's flesh, goring new holes in a body that is running out of blood to lose.

Regrets? Takasugi chuckles. ]

Ahh. I didn't get to kill that stupid silver-haired idiot. [ He makes a soft sound under his breath, an aborted high-pitched cackle. ] Or have him kill me.

That would have been a hell of an immortality.

[ He lifts a hand, closing over Kamui's braid that's hanging over his shoulder. ]

Say, Space Brawler-san. Sitting like this... Doesn't it make us comrades?

[ His shoulders shake with silent, gasping laughter. ]

[ Oops. He completely forgot about that sword. Though, it truly doesn't look like Takasugi minds. That braid should be caked in blood, red on coral hair; it's both his own and that of a few nameless others. ]

Man, Osamurai-san sure is popular. [ They both wanted him, and neither of them could have him. Instead, it was an army of nameless foot soldiers that had done away with them in his place, ambushing in a giant hoard. What a damned tragedy. ]

Comrades ...? [ He blinks. The concept is new. ] So this is what a 'comrade' is?

[ Both of them are completely covered in the blood of themselves and other people. It's only a rare occasion because there's so much of their own blood decorating their own skins, really. ]

Ah, I suppose that you won't know the meaning of a word.

[ A soft hum, considering. ]

Have we ever fought together?

[ He knows the meaning of that word by textbook definition only. It's not something he's ever processed or experienced -- not even something he's really ever thought about. ]

Yeah, we have. We did on the first day we met, you know. Have we been 'comrades' this whole time?

[ Once, Takasugi's comrades have meant everything to him. Now... now, there's only this creature, barely even a man, without Takasugi's 'excuse' of madness of explain for his being this way. Tkasugi snorts. ]

No. I suppose such things are not for us.

[ He coughs hard, blood spilling down his mouth. His vision is wavering even further, darkness creeping in at the edges. Death always sits at his shoulder, waiting, and now it's getting impatient. ]

Still, it's a pity that I have to die with you, of all people.

You sure sound disappointed. I must be bad company.

[ Kamui chuckles, but has to wince a little from the stabbing pain that is felt as a result. Still, there's no offense taken at that. He himself has never really thought about who he had wanted to die with, and he certainly doesn't find dying back to back with this man unpleasant in the slightest. In the very least, there's someone to chat with. Lying at some corner alone and waiting for death to take him sounds like an awfully boring experience. ]

So, would you rather die with those comrades of yours that you fought against us Amanto with? [ Yeah, he's heard by now. He knows this much at least. ]

[ Takasugi isn't surprised that Kamui has heard. It has taken the other man long enough to come to that particular realisation; any slower, and Takasugi would start wondering about his intelligence. (Not that he would waste his energy doing that now.)

He lets out a sharp cackle. ] Kuku...

No, Space Brawler-san. You got a word wrong. I'd rather die by them. [ Such a wasted chance at immortality.

Takasugi laughs again, the sound hollow and bubbling in his drowning lungs. ]

They are no comrades of mine.

I just died in your arms tonight.

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