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Date Night Disaster [SoraUra]

Gift for my youngest child mysteryjessica Have a happy Valentines Day! I really hope you enjoy!

Soraru and Urata were at Urata's favorite restaurant. It was a pretty nice place, and pretty expensive. However, Soraru was willing to spend all his money on Urata if the brunette wished so. Especially on Valentines day.

Soraru wasn't a huge romantic person. Neither was Urata. But it was a holiday meant for love, and it was incidentally the same day Urata and Soraru started dating two years ago. And Soraru wanted to make this specific day amazing.

Since it was also the night he planned on proposing to Urata.

He had planned everything perfectly! He brought the two of them to Urata's favorite restaurant. Made sure Urata got all of his favorite food. Got him dessert! The two had fun talking to each other the entire time! Making small banter here and there and joking around like teenagers in love. Which, they kind of were since they were both 19, turning 20.

So why? Why did that happen?

The night was nearing it's end, and Soraru was getting ready to propose. He had planned it so that the minute Urata finished eating, he would lift his head and see Soraru on one knee with the box with a ring inside.

And that part almost went according to plan. Soraru was on his knee, box in hand, waiting for Urata to finish the last of his meal, when a man walked in. He was wearing a mask and hoodie, which was odd for a place as fancy as this. Plus, the mask obscured his face...

To be suspicious of him was a good idea, as the man pulled out a gun and started hailing bullets like it was no one's business.

Most people got up or got down under their tables from shock. Those who went down were lucky. Those who shot up out of their chairs, were not. And while Soraru was lucky, already being on the ground. Urata wasn't.

It all happened in slow motion. Soraru remembers it in full detail. Urata looking behind him where the shots were heard. Standing up as he did so. Soraru grabbing his lover's hand to pull him down. Urata going down easily. The blood on Urata's shirt. The hole in Urata's shirt. The hole in Urata's chest. And the blood that kept on spilling and spilling out.

Soraru couldn't tell if he was screaming, there was too many other screams. But, he feels like he was. Screaming from grief. From fear. From anger.

He felt like he stopped when Urata raised a blood covered hand to Soraru's face and told him to shush. To not be so loud or else the man would hear him. To continue on without Urata. Because Urata would follow him even when he wasn't alive. He'd always be with Soraru.

Soraru, tears falling down his face, opened the box with the ring and put it on Urata's ring finger. Urata looked so happy that moment. And the smile stayed even when his eyes dimmed, and his chest stopped moving.

By the time the police arrived, Urata had died. Soraru had kept the brunette in his arms, as if he was protecting him? Mourning him? Maybe both? But, Soraru knew from the moment Urata had been shot, he wouldn't wake up again.

Soraru was a mess after Urata died. How could he not? Urata was his lover and Soraru witnessed his death. For a long time, Soraru had blamed himself for Urata's death. But he knew, the entire time, Urata was always with him.

Urata was with him when he met a redhead. Urata was with him when started dating the redhead. And now, Urata would be with him when he proposed to the redhead.

And he knew, from the grave, Urata was happy. Happy that Soraru was moving on. And that he was alive and happy. And Soraru would one day meet Urata in the after life. But for now, Urata would settle on watching.

Now, back at the same restaurant where Urata was killed, Soraru sat across his new lover. It was the seventh anniversary of Urata's death, and Soraru was prepared to get over his demons and propose.

Getting down one knee in front of the redhead, Soraru begins to speak. "Sakata. If you would do me the honor of letting me make you happy for the rest of our lives, I'd love to marry you."

And behind the sleepy eyed male, a certain brunette watched over the newly engaged couple, content and happy, wishing the best for the both of them.

Word Count: 781

Well. I cried writing this. Which, I know I shouldn't. It was too short to be sad. But still. The tears won't stop. Anyways love you all and until next time!

~Crystal Out!