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A/N: Implied shounen-ai. Yeeep.

By: Freekiwi

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I had a dream once. I was flying with the seagulls high above the ocean and never wanted to land. My dream was full of crashing waves and being high above the clouds, soaring through the sky with a carefree life style.

And then my wings were shot, again and again and again and again. Until, finally, I bled and I fell, deep into the ocean where I soon drowned. Never to be rescued or found. But this was just a dream, why should I believe it?

Because I was sick, that's why. I often thought the dream symbolized me dying and going to Heaven and following my dream of flying with the gulls and being shot down was my death that I and my lover knew was to come.

I had always been sick, frail and weak and sick. And why my lover had even got involved with me, I had no idea. He knew, just as well as I did, that I was going to die before I reached thirty. And this was why we never married...

"How are you feeling?" he pronounced every word clearly because I had become slightly deaf from my illness.

I gently smiled and beckoned him closer.

He came towards me, his aqua eyes filled with fear and sadness. Always he was afraid I was going to tell him I was going to die right now, today. But I wouldn't know... I just knew it was soon, perhaps a day or two more in this world.

He bent low to my face and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was smiling too now as he picked me up like a small child from my bed and gently nuzzled my cheek.

I loved times likes these. Where, even though I was sick and dying, we could still be together and laugh and smile and act like nothing was happening. Pretend I wasn't dying and pretend I was perfectly healthy.

He sat down on our bed, his silver hair clouded his eyes a bit. I took care of that as if it were a reaction and gently moved the stands of hair. His eyes were so pretty.. Much prettier than mine would ever be.

He leaned against a pillow and cuddled me in his arms. He was sitting up, I was laying in his protective grip, feeling like not even death could tear me away. He nuzzled his face into my spiky locks and I purred against him.

And then he sang a small song, a lullaby, that put me to sleep.

"Riku..." I say to him, not sure of how loud I'm speaking.

He looks at me and smiles weakly. I've gotten smaller, my eyes are losing color, my skin is turning pale, and my lips are always cold.

I take a seat next to him on the couch in the living room of our small home. Riku puts his arm around me and pulls me close to him. I can feel him tremble a bit and I have to giggle... he's become scared.

"When I die... put my last words on my grave stone.."

He stares at me for a moment before nodding. He doesn't speak to me much anymore. It saddens me, but I knew it hurts him to talk to me.

He's smiling gently and calmly and he isn't crying or breaking down like I probably would have. He's just standing over me, knowing I'm about to die. I'm not scared. I'm flying with the gulls now... I'm going to fly.

Once again, he picks me up in his arms as if I'm a small child. He takes me downstairs and goes into the dining room. I'm not sure why... maybe because it's dark in there...

He takes a seat on the floor and holds me close to his body as I lay my head on his shoulder.

My eyes are icy blue, my body is cold with death, and I think I'm decaying on the inside. I'm not crying... I don't know if I am anyway, I don't feel much anymore.

I know I'm smiling though..

And I know Riku is smiling too..

"Riku?"

"Yes?" he chokes and gasp for breath.

I smile and nuzzle his neck. My last words to my lover...

"Sing me to sleep..."

-Fin-

And I'm gonna fly...