Characters: Leonardo and Michella

Description: The day she was blinded, he was blinded too. For now, he would share it all with her, whether he was blind or not.

This idea was based off a certain scene in the Ending: Sugar Song to Bitter Step by Unison Square Garden.

I edited the previous story of this to now have dialogue, and more of an overall character thought process. I will also be redoing the other chapters and then continuing onward eventually. (I also do not own Blood Blockade Battlefront (Kekkai Sensen.) Thank you.

It seemed almost impossible to confirm a single thought in Leo's mind, let alone almost any thought at all. He could feel vertigo sweeping through him as his body swayed stiffly and his eyes failed to focus. Shivers still wracked his frame and tears glistened down his face, dropping from his chin to the patterned concrete below. The tears starting to collect into small circles beneath his quivering form.

His face was contorted into a grimace of despair and worthlessness. He was meaningless. Not a single person could imagine that moments ago the skies were filled with pure empty sound, silencing even the wind and the waves and that darkness overtook the sky.

No, nobody would know anything. For those who did, why would it even matter? Why would Leonardo Watch, one measly tiny human, have any importance? He was powerless, idealistic, worthless, and meaningless. The world did not care about Michella, or him, or even either of their eyes. He collapsed onto his knees, his legs no longer paralyzed with fear but unable to hold him up any longer. He felt sick to his stomach, and exhaustion wavered over him.

"Leo," her voice had startled him out his pity. It was soft and gentle, just like it had always been. He could not respond back, for what he saw through his blurred eyes truly startled him. Michella sat in her wheelchair, directly in front of him with the shadow of The Statue of Liberty behind them on the sideline. Her red necked, buttoned sweater and patched blanket were still with her. A passive expression was on her face, looking straight at him. Everything seemed normal, but Leo knew even that was too good to be true.

He remembered how her eyes had always had a beautiful shade of blue, even if she never was able to walk, her eyesight was magnificent. The way the colors of that monster had reflected off her eyes had even made them a violet color.

That too was gone, and the one who had taken it away was him. He realized the sin he had committed, but not even that mattered because it was already too late. Not only were her legs gone, but her eyes were too. What kind of older-brother am I? Red roses flew through the air around them and into the sky from the bushes lined in rows behind them.

He could no longer bear to look at her as he dropped his head, sobs still racking his body. She moved closer to him with her wheelchair, "Leo," once again calling his name.

He knew nothing could change what he had done, but the only thing Leo could speak was a shallow apology. He was a coward. "M-Michella I'm s-"

"How are your eyes?" Once again he sat unresponsive, for she had interrupted him out of concern, if not also stopping him. How can she say that after everything I've done? There was a hollow silence until Leo spoke again.

"Why?" That was the one thought through his head. Why would she be concerned at all with him? It no longer mattered what happened to him, no matter what nothing should have happened to her. She had every chance to blame him, every right to shout at him but instead she was more concerned about his eyes than her own blindness.

"How are they?" She brought up his eyes again, completely ignoring his question. He had no choice but to respond, she was stubbornly demanding to see his eyes.

"I don't know." Leo's sobbing had quieted and he could think more clearly now. He honestly did not consider the state of his eyes until now.

Leo felt her hand move the brown hair out of his face; once again he saw her sitting passively and looking down on him.

"Look at me," she stated to him. He honestly did not want to open his eyes, but he knew he had to. Carefully he opened them slightly and a blinding shade of electric blue entered his vision, enveloping everything. "I'm fine, Leo, and so are you." -

(The All Seeing Eyes of God.)

That day many ideas had passed through Leo's mind. He knew that no matter how many times he told himself, and no matter how many times Michella told him he would see for the both of them, it was a lie. The day she was blinded, he was blinded too.

For now, he would share it all with her, whether he was blind or not.