Gold and Red [Law × Reader, Kid × Reader]

Twenty-one (Both)

Wreny's side

Three's lifeless body thuds in the dirt, and for a second, you don't feel anything.

You feel as empty, as gone as the corpse opposite you.

Your sword stays in her chest, the wound around it bleeding slowly.

Only her face fell back into the statue-like, distant beauty, peaceful as the resting sea.

Her eyes are closed, and if you don't move your gaze, you will believe she's sleeping in a world that never harmed her like this one did.

And then-

The pain arrives.

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You fall down to your knees, your hands desperately closing above the pulsing damage of your torso, the same kind you gave to her.

You didn't let yourself think since she told you what you had to do.

No, you pushed your mind into complete indifference so you wouldn't fall apart when the time came.

But now, it hurts more than anything before.

Tears fill your eyes when you realize you can't breathe, your blood leaking into your lungs through the torn flesh.

You feel like you were turned inside out and thrown into the fire to burn into ashes, cell by cell and nerve by nerve.

You glare at the grass with widened eyes, unable to process what happened.

Three's curse tried to protect itself by linking itself to you, but you were willing to pay the price.

And still, now as you can't even talk when your throat closes and you start suffocating in your own blood, your only thought left is how much you want to live.

You hate how you couldn't walk away, how you had to do the right thing despite what it cost.

You are so terribly afraid to die.

Your bleeding heart misses a beat.

Shiro.

That cut reached him.

You turn around fast, then fall back from the pure misery of your opened chest.

You would scream, but from your drowning, the sound ends up a mere, hopeless rattle as you try to call your best friend's name, hoping that he will answer, and you remember wrong.

He can't die, not him, who saved you so many times, and stood by your side when no one else did.

But all your fear, racing thoughts and emotions end when your eyes meet a golden one that is locked on your body, as you slowly bleed out the remaining life from your veins.

Forgive me.

Law, forgive me.

Please.

I don't want to-

Your vision goes dark as you reach for him with one hand.

And as you collapse to the ground, you can't hear Law sobbing, yelling your name from the bottom of his heart.

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Law's side

Trafalgar Law of the Heart Pirates rarely lost control of his emotions.

He rarely felt like that lost child who was locked inside a treasure box, crying himself hollow while nobody could hear him.