Disclaimer: I do not own eyeshield 21. Please don't kill me for this fic.

I Love You, Goodbye

Hiruma couldn't believe it. He cradled the small form in his arms gently, yet firmly, as if everything would shatter around him if he let go. The world was a blur as people screamed and he could faintly hear his team mates approaching.

He couldn't figure out what had happened. One moment, Sena was scoring a touchdown, the next he was lying on the ground, unmoving. Hiruma had been, surprisingly, the first to reach his side.

After his helmet was removed Sena had smiled up at him sadly and tried to say something, before coughing and gasping for breath. Hiruma had administered CPR to the best of his ability but the boy wasn't responding.

"Kuso chibi." He didn't know what else to do. An ambulance would never arrive on time.

"Aishiteru... S-" Sena coughed again, blood flecking his soft lips. "Sayonara." Those words had made him go numb.

"Hiruma-kun, what happened to Eye-" Hiruma was brought back to the present by the girls shriek. "Sena! Hiruma, what have you done!" Hands were trying to pry Sena from his arms and he growled at the woman and held the boy closer.

Mamori was screaming and blaming him, but he couldn't care less. Kurita held his shoulders and someone managed to tear Sena away.

Hours later, Hiruma was sitting outside of a doctors office as they asked Sena's parents for consent to perform an autopsy. The blonde stood and left, not wanting to think about some faceless man carving into the pipsqueaks body.

Hiruma's wandering brought him to the morgue. It was cold and dark, a place Sena didn't belong. Fully entering the room, he approached the table in the middle and drew back the sheet. Sena was still dressed in his amefuto uniform, not a mark on his small body.

It was unbearable, it hurt so much. It made no sense, nothing had hurt this much in his entire life. Fuck the Christmas Bowl. Fuck everything. It wasn't worth it without Sena. Gathering the cold body into his arms, Hiruma sat down on the metal table and just held Sena.

For a fleeting moment he expected the boy to open his eyes and tell him it was all a joke, but reality is harsher than that. Reality can rip out your soul whenever it pleases. And right now, Hiruma didn't want reality.

Placing the gun over his heart, Hiruma pulled the trigger of his gun for the last time. The bullet just missed the beating organ and nicked an artery. He fell back on the table as his life bled out of him, Hiruma couldn't help thinking how much of a fucking cliché Romeo and Juliet ending it was.

He let the darkness consume him, pressing his lips to Sena's. If couldn't tell the boy he loved him life, maybe he could in death.

"Aishiteru itsumo."

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