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[fic] Kyo/Die – Dir en grey – The End of Everything – Oneshot
Title: The End of Everything
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fonulyn
Rating: R? death and language
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyo always thought that apocalypse meant noise; explosions, war, screams, guns, crying, echoes, frantic sounds of all life forms trying to ensure their survival.
WARNING: Character death.
Comments:
fonulyn: For byoutekinaeiyuu, who wanted a zombie-apocalypse fic. I don’t know if this is anything like what you wanted but I hope you’ll like it anyway ;) Also, this was a prompt, sorta, helped me get into the mood x) Half of this was written in the chemistry lab while waiting for the centrifuge to stop spinning so if it’s weird, it’s because of all the solvent and acid fumes 8D
Kyo always thought that apocalypse meant noise; explosions, war, screams, guns, crying, echoes, frantic sounds of all life forms trying to ensure their survival.
In reality, it is silent. It is so eerily silent, not a single sound anywhere. It’s like someone took the remote control and pressed mute, making all sound vanish from the Earth. He can’t hear birds, can’t hear any animals at all, can’t hear the wind in the trees or the raindrops hitting the ground. There is nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is so silent he wants to scream, just to fill the empty silence with at least something. His own footsteps echo so loud, his heartbeat like thunder in his ears since there is nothing else.
It’s like something, or someone, smashed the world apart with a giant hammer and made all life leak out through the cracks.
He still remembers the time before this all started happening. Although his memories are very focused, all swirling down to one single person. He remembers laughing eyes, reddened lips slightly parted in an unspoken invitation, pale skin shimmering in the blue moonlight. Yes, nights were blue then, he remembers that too. Not this eerie, dirty carmine mixed with some fiery scarlet and shades of crimson that never leaves the sky now. And he remembers sounds. He remembers heavy breaths on breaths, low sounds and urgent whispers, wrapping him in a cocoon he never wanted to break. Outside there were sounds of traffic, of people chatting, of birds singing – oh how he missed the birds.
But what he missed the most was laughter. Any laughter, really. But one certain laughter in specific.
Small stones rustle beneath the soles of his broken shoes as he slowly approaches the building that serves as the closest thing to home he has. It’s a small shed, really, someone’s storage room and one of the few buildings that are still standing. One of the remotely safe places now, too. And yet he is constantly aware of his surroundings, knowing one wrong move could mean that it’s not only the world ending, but also his feeble attempts to lead a life ending.
The door creaks open and Kyo uses his shoulder to prop it up so it wouldn’t fall off its hinges and make the whole building collapse. Already from the door he can hear the heavy breathing. He knows exactly what to expect, after all, he is the one who did this in the first place.
It still breaks his heart every single time.
The first thing he sees is the mess of dirty hair framing a pale face streaked with dirt and sweat. He knows Die is awake now, can hear it in the laborious breaths he takes and in the way he shifts against the hard panel. There is nothing even close to a mattress there and although he tried to spread some dirty blankets on the planks, it’s still far from comfortable. Not that Die even notices. Not really. His fever is high again and the nasty bitemarks on his arm and legs look more inflamed than ever.
Kyo doesn’t say a single word as he steps closer, dips a rag in some muddy water and brings it to the other man’s forehead. It’s like from a bad movie, he thinks inwardly, but it’s the only way he can think of. The only way to bring at least some coolness to the burning skin. Carefully he checks the chains next, makes sure that both thin wrists are still attached to the plank Die is lying on. He doesn’t bother with the legs anymore, he doubts Die could move them anyway. Not in the state he is in right now. He can’t afford to let him free completely, though.
He is so focused on the moment he startles when a silent voice breaks the silence, slow and deliberate and so full of pain. “Kyo..?” How can one single word be filled with so much agony, he does not know, and suddenly his whole life flashes before his wide open eyes. Everything seems so… petty now. So stupid and so childish and he wishes he could take back all the times he complained about something miniscule and pretended the world was ending.
Things like that start to seem pretty damn stupid when the world really is ending.
Again, the thin frame on the makeshift bed moves a little, as if trying to find a better position and Kyo looks at his wrists, his collarbone, his neck, anything not to look him in the eye. “Please. I … can’t do this anymore.” Die’s voice creaks and he barely gets the words out properly. His lips are dry, no matter how many times he darts out his tongue to wet them. Sweat is beading on his pale skin, every single time another flash of pain sears through his body and makes him twist, pull on the chains weakly. It’s not like he can even move them by now.
The clear moments were more rare now. Most of the time he had no recollection of who he was. Where he was. What was going on.
“Kyo,” Die looks up and for once, Kyo doesn’t manage to look away fast enough. Their eyes meet and for a split second they both freeze. “Please.” There is something like recognition in that gaze, their past fast forwarding through their minds in one fragment of a second. Everything from the first meeting, working side by side, conquering so much, becoming friends, becoming so much more…
Kyo wants to say no, no you’re not serious, you don’t mean it, no you don’t know what you’re saying. But he knows. He knows that Die is perfectly aware of the situation and he is in control of his own mind right now. He knows what he is asking for.
Taking the risk he steps even closer, bringing his hand up so he can brush his fingertips over Die’s cheek. The touch is gentle and he has to hold back not to flinch, the coldness of the skin startling him no matter how many times he felt it already. Die was supposed to be burning up with fever. He spreads his fingers and cups the hollow cheek in his palm, trying to imagine how it was all those months ago when there still was life in Die’s dark eyes and blood rushing in his veins like it was supposed to.
The kiss is chaste. Only lips on lips, but it speaks of so much more. It speaks of longing, of their past and of the future they wanted but never had. It’s a I love you and I’m sorry and please forgive me and I only do this for you, all rolled into one.
When the kiss lasts, Kyo knows that Die has closed his eyes.
Quickly Kyo steps back, raises the gun and pulls the trigger. Without blinking he stares at the blood, the brain tissue, the splinters of skull that near explode on the wall. Watches those big eyes snap open unseeing, dead to the world.
In the end, it is oddly soothing. That thin frame isn’t wrecked with violent shudders anymore, the fever isn’t making him sweat and the pain isn’t twisting his features. If one can look past the damage the bullet has made, Die looks like he is finally sleeping.
Dreamless. Painless.
Kyo reaches out, gently brushing his fingers through soft brown hair, combing off the clogs of blood and tissue. He leans in and one last time, presses his lips on those slightly parted, already cooling ones.
He straightens.
Calmly, he brings the gun to his own head.
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Author:
fonulynRating: R? death and language
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyo always thought that apocalypse meant noise; explosions, war, screams, guns, crying, echoes, frantic sounds of all life forms trying to ensure their survival.
WARNING: Character death.
Comments:
fonulyn: For byoutekinaeiyuu, who wanted a zombie-apocalypse fic. I don’t know if this is anything like what you wanted but I hope you’ll like it anyway ;) Also, this was a prompt, sorta, helped me get into the mood x) Half of this was written in the chemistry lab while waiting for the centrifuge to stop spinning so if it’s weird, it’s because of all the solvent and acid fumes 8DKyo always thought that apocalypse meant noise; explosions, war, screams, guns, crying, echoes, frantic sounds of all life forms trying to ensure their survival.
In reality, it is silent. It is so eerily silent, not a single sound anywhere. It’s like someone took the remote control and pressed mute, making all sound vanish from the Earth. He can’t hear birds, can’t hear any animals at all, can’t hear the wind in the trees or the raindrops hitting the ground. There is nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is so silent he wants to scream, just to fill the empty silence with at least something. His own footsteps echo so loud, his heartbeat like thunder in his ears since there is nothing else.
It’s like something, or someone, smashed the world apart with a giant hammer and made all life leak out through the cracks.
He still remembers the time before this all started happening. Although his memories are very focused, all swirling down to one single person. He remembers laughing eyes, reddened lips slightly parted in an unspoken invitation, pale skin shimmering in the blue moonlight. Yes, nights were blue then, he remembers that too. Not this eerie, dirty carmine mixed with some fiery scarlet and shades of crimson that never leaves the sky now. And he remembers sounds. He remembers heavy breaths on breaths, low sounds and urgent whispers, wrapping him in a cocoon he never wanted to break. Outside there were sounds of traffic, of people chatting, of birds singing – oh how he missed the birds.
But what he missed the most was laughter. Any laughter, really. But one certain laughter in specific.
Small stones rustle beneath the soles of his broken shoes as he slowly approaches the building that serves as the closest thing to home he has. It’s a small shed, really, someone’s storage room and one of the few buildings that are still standing. One of the remotely safe places now, too. And yet he is constantly aware of his surroundings, knowing one wrong move could mean that it’s not only the world ending, but also his feeble attempts to lead a life ending.
The door creaks open and Kyo uses his shoulder to prop it up so it wouldn’t fall off its hinges and make the whole building collapse. Already from the door he can hear the heavy breathing. He knows exactly what to expect, after all, he is the one who did this in the first place.
It still breaks his heart every single time.
The first thing he sees is the mess of dirty hair framing a pale face streaked with dirt and sweat. He knows Die is awake now, can hear it in the laborious breaths he takes and in the way he shifts against the hard panel. There is nothing even close to a mattress there and although he tried to spread some dirty blankets on the planks, it’s still far from comfortable. Not that Die even notices. Not really. His fever is high again and the nasty bitemarks on his arm and legs look more inflamed than ever.
Kyo doesn’t say a single word as he steps closer, dips a rag in some muddy water and brings it to the other man’s forehead. It’s like from a bad movie, he thinks inwardly, but it’s the only way he can think of. The only way to bring at least some coolness to the burning skin. Carefully he checks the chains next, makes sure that both thin wrists are still attached to the plank Die is lying on. He doesn’t bother with the legs anymore, he doubts Die could move them anyway. Not in the state he is in right now. He can’t afford to let him free completely, though.
He is so focused on the moment he startles when a silent voice breaks the silence, slow and deliberate and so full of pain. “Kyo..?” How can one single word be filled with so much agony, he does not know, and suddenly his whole life flashes before his wide open eyes. Everything seems so… petty now. So stupid and so childish and he wishes he could take back all the times he complained about something miniscule and pretended the world was ending.
Things like that start to seem pretty damn stupid when the world really is ending.
Again, the thin frame on the makeshift bed moves a little, as if trying to find a better position and Kyo looks at his wrists, his collarbone, his neck, anything not to look him in the eye. “Please. I … can’t do this anymore.” Die’s voice creaks and he barely gets the words out properly. His lips are dry, no matter how many times he darts out his tongue to wet them. Sweat is beading on his pale skin, every single time another flash of pain sears through his body and makes him twist, pull on the chains weakly. It’s not like he can even move them by now.
The clear moments were more rare now. Most of the time he had no recollection of who he was. Where he was. What was going on.
“Kyo,” Die looks up and for once, Kyo doesn’t manage to look away fast enough. Their eyes meet and for a split second they both freeze. “Please.” There is something like recognition in that gaze, their past fast forwarding through their minds in one fragment of a second. Everything from the first meeting, working side by side, conquering so much, becoming friends, becoming so much more…
Kyo wants to say no, no you’re not serious, you don’t mean it, no you don’t know what you’re saying. But he knows. He knows that Die is perfectly aware of the situation and he is in control of his own mind right now. He knows what he is asking for.
Taking the risk he steps even closer, bringing his hand up so he can brush his fingertips over Die’s cheek. The touch is gentle and he has to hold back not to flinch, the coldness of the skin startling him no matter how many times he felt it already. Die was supposed to be burning up with fever. He spreads his fingers and cups the hollow cheek in his palm, trying to imagine how it was all those months ago when there still was life in Die’s dark eyes and blood rushing in his veins like it was supposed to.
The kiss is chaste. Only lips on lips, but it speaks of so much more. It speaks of longing, of their past and of the future they wanted but never had. It’s a I love you and I’m sorry and please forgive me and I only do this for you, all rolled into one.
When the kiss lasts, Kyo knows that Die has closed his eyes.
Quickly Kyo steps back, raises the gun and pulls the trigger. Without blinking he stares at the blood, the brain tissue, the splinters of skull that near explode on the wall. Watches those big eyes snap open unseeing, dead to the world.
In the end, it is oddly soothing. That thin frame isn’t wrecked with violent shudders anymore, the fever isn’t making him sweat and the pain isn’t twisting his features. If one can look past the damage the bullet has made, Die looks like he is finally sleeping.
Dreamless. Painless.
Kyo reaches out, gently brushing his fingers through soft brown hair, combing off the clogs of blood and tissue. He leans in and one last time, presses his lips on those slightly parted, already cooling ones.
He straightens.
Calmly, he brings the gun to his own head.
---
1276 words
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Wanna request something? Do it here. But I guarantee nothing and it might take me months XD