Our Little Endgame [One-shot]

"Hate" [Xabrella?]

   It was raining, the skies were grey, and the trees were drenched with the rain, and the grass was covered with blood, and it was massacre all around. In the middle of the chaos both have been fighting for somewhat like hours now, the one weilding dual swords is hesitant to kill his enemy, the other only being filled with murderous intent. He tried to speak to his enemy that he had no intentions to him or anything, but the other didn't listen, his only goal was to kill his enemy. The only reason why he is so hesitant, is because he could see that this person has no real intentions to kill him, he was being forced and he needed to help him. And at the same time, he knew him, and this boy knew him too, he won't stop until he'll get him back to his right senses.

[X.D]
Umbrella snap out of it!

   He shouts with emotion of worry trying to call him out of his senses, but the fight has gone far too long, it's begining to wear him out, slowly, and tiredly. He knows how much Umbre once hated him, but he didn't think he would go this far. Even though this boy hates him, he won't kill him, because he can't hurt someone he knows. He is always hesitant after all. To Umbrella's point of view his intentions never changed, he is isn't in mind control, nor, manipulated, all he needed to do was kill his target. But somehow, he had an aching feeling that he can't do it. But still tries hard to do so. 

    The red eyed was begining to get tired and weary, even exhausted as he can no longer keep up, as he is slowly gaining more and more wounds at this point. But it still didn't stop him from trying to stop Umbrella. As they both kept on fighting, trying, and scarring, Xavier finally gave in to his exhaustion as he dropped both weapons and embrace death, the other took this as a chance and stabbed Xavier through their chest with his weapon. But soon, it hit him with realization, why did he exactly want to kill this person he knew again? Because he was his target?

[X.D] *coughs out blood as he then looks at Umbrella with a smile*
You.... Really hate me that much...?

[Umbrella]
I... Your my target.

[X.D]
... Tell me... Do you really... Hate me this much, to the fact that, you have now killed me...?

   Umbrella let out a shaky breath as he begins to hesitate to say no. But what came out of his mouth was what made him feel so much, so much regret.

[Umbrella]
Yes.

   The boy who is now dying let out a small broken laugh. He didn't think he would die like this. He pats the boy's head as he then began to spoke out his last words.

[X.D]
Oh well, at least I could finally say... Your who I love, till death, my dear...

   He said as his eyes turn dull red and his hand let go of the boys head as he is finally lifeless. Umbrella then removed the sword from Xavier's chest as his reaction went from nothing to pure shock and sadness. He didn't think it was like that. He didn't think Xavier would love him. He killed him, and he couldn't do anything, he can't bring him back, he can't fix this, it was too late.

[Umbrella]
Why....why did you... Why did you have to make me feel the same towards you too late...? Idiot....

    Tears were already streaming from his eyes as his voice cracked from each sentence and word he spoke. As his hands begin to shake and let go of the weapon, he falls to the ground on his knees as he looks at the lifeless body of Xavier who still has that smile on his face, as this made Umbre cry more.

[Umbrella]
WHY DID YOU MAKE ME REALIZE IT TOO LATE...?! I .... I could have... I could have stopped... No... you already tried telling me... I didn't stop... I didn't think twice.... I didn't let go of my hate... My grudge against you... So why... Why did you have to leave me this quickly then....

       Days, not even months went on, there was no grave for Xavier. But on that same battlefield, it was covered with red spider lily flowers. There was a set of stones pilled up at the center, it was covered with a little moss on it. A small red butterfly fluttered and glide and landed on the piled stone. Almost as if this place, was the grave. There are no flowers, no candles lit, no memory, but two swords were lay down beside the stone pile. Soon Umbrella came by to pay a visit, it was his first in a few months, to ever come back again. As he stood in front he smiles sadly.

[Umbrella]
I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry....

   He could feel his sadness and anger against himself pile up again. But he holds back, but deep inside, he was broken.