Fan fiction to my friend, Citrus Sunscreen :D

Words count : 344.

One shot.

Angst! 1869.

Sorry for such a short chapter ^^"

Sorry for OOC-ness + Grammar.

Please review! I'll really wants that :D

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Time was running out, and the illusionist held on to his hand tightly,

The illusionist looked at himself; he was stained with so much blood,

His face, his hands, his clothes.

But that blood doesn't even belongs to him.

He looked at the person sitting beside him,

The tonfa-wielder was getting paler.

The blood was gushing out from his wound,

Mukuro touched the cloud guardian's blood-stained face.

His face was getting colder,

He thought he was getting more and more further away from him.

"Kyoya?" Mukuro called out to him,

He felt the other guy was moving his fingers, so lightly.

"I'm sorry I came late." Mukuro kneeled beside him, he got a feeling,

He's going to be alone again.

His tears started to pile out slowly; he tried not to shed any tears.

Hibari looked up, and he's feeling weaker and weaker.

Mukuro looked at Hibari's wound.

And he changed his vision to all the blood on Hibari,

Just what happened, changing everything, causing him to become like this,

Hibari was just seeing him this morning, and now he's going to leave him anytime.

The sun was setting, the faint light shone on to them through the blood-stained curtains,

"Goodbye."

Mukuro heard Hibari whispering to him, and he widened his eyes,

He looked down, to see Hibari stretching his hand out, attempting to touch his face.

He tried to hold the trembling hand, but before he holds Hibari's hand,

Hibari's hand just fell to the side.

The Cloud guardian's head resting on his shoulder, more heavily than a moment later.

He has failed to catch him after all,

The cloud guardian that always goes on he's own way,

The one that hates to be tied down.

The cloud guardian,

His wings are bringing him away now,

Allowing him to fly.

He's really free now.

Free to fly anywhere,

Away from the mafia,

Away from this world,

And away from him.

Mukuro didn't released the grip on Hibari's hand,

The hand of Hibari was so cold, so cold.

His tears started to fell, without him realizing it.

"You're free now."

He said, before crying louder.