It was a freak accident. A little too much force in a shove that sent a fragile body hurtling into the busy Namimori streets. Alarmed gasps and the sound of rubber burning on the paved streets pierce through the hustle and bustle but do little to stop the body from careening into a black sedan doing its best to slow down as it gears spin to their maximum potential. The inevitable contact resounds solidly, the body sent flying until it lies in an unnatural resting position several feet away. Blood pools around it as the owner of the body slowly reaches up to the sky, arms shaking from the effort, blood flowing from every pore.

"So this is how I will die," he wonders as the distant sound of human chatter pierces his failing ears. His vision blurs, unable to make out the worried faces hovering above him. Distantly he wishes he had the willpower to ask these obstructions to move out of the way. He wants the last thing he sees before he dies to be the sky. The ever present sky. Always there for him in thick and thin even in the midst of thunderstorms, rain, and snow. His comfort. His sole friend. An inexplicable rush of heat runs to the fore front of his mind, the thought of seeing the sky consuming his entire will. Slowly, his extended hand twitches reflexively side to side and the blur of colors part for him to expose the vast blue.

Finally.

"At least the sky is shining bright."

A/N: there is a poll up for pairings that would be very helpful if you could fill out :D! this will influence the course of the story.