1st person POV
I sat down, enveloping a terribly wounded Muichiro in a deep hug. The atmosphere filled with crying, sadness, relief, happiness, shock, everything.
"Tokitou! Are you alive?" I said, breaking the hug and examining his entire body.
"I'm still here, Y/N. I'm not doing so bad, j-just fine," He groaned, clutching his side. I've never seen him this badly injured.
His usual turquoise tips were tainted into a deep red, as well as his whole body. His usually delicate face was covered in dirt, blood, everything. His whole uniform was ripped, his blade broken.
"It's over now! It's over..." I broke out into tears just waiting to fall out, "We're done! We... We're free, Tokitou."
He went from staring at his wounds to looking at me, his face flushed despite the constant pain. "For good?"
"Yes! It's dawn, there's no Kibutsuji, see?" I waved my hands around us. He looked around too.
He smiled, he laughed weakly, he was dozing off.
He's dying.
"Someone!! Ami!! Come here right now! Blood loss!! BLOOD LOSS!!" I screamed, I clutched Muichiros arms.
"Stay with me! Please! Muichiro!"
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Fanfiction⚠️MANGA SPOILS IN LATER CHAPTERS⚠️ I'll warn about spoilers when the chapters come :-) Status: Discontinued ~🌧~ Y/N, who was a little slow had been brought upon the crazy thought that demons just might exist. By that I mean, a demon invites itself...
