It's short. It's not going to be continuing, as evil as I am for finishing here. I like it like this.
Promises
A swordsman's hands, cupping his face, pressing lips and a furious tounge, making him lean into that body with a weakness that only comes with the knowlege that all this might dissapear in a few moments.
"Yukito."
His voice is husky and rough, maybe with tears. I'm breathless, arms wrapped around his neck.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
"You don't always have to be the one to save the day, Touya." I shake my head and extract myself from his grip, looking out onto the sands, to the beginning of the end.
Yukito sat next to the sleeping king, watched the cloth covering him rise and fall with the breath.
"Don't die, Touya," he whispered for the millionth time, taking a deep breath and resting his hands just above the form. A glow surrounded them and Yukito gritted his teeth, eyes closing in concentration.
"Don't die."
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