Don't leave just yet...

Breathe

(Akutagawa's POV)
Friday 12.56pm

"Harpy hare where've you buried all your children, tell me so I say..." I've been singing to him since he lay down. Since our kiss. My voice growing tired and croaking as my tears trickle down my damp cheeks. Haven't I cried enough?

The sound of a door being trashed catches my attention. The warm rays of sunlight fill in. Shadows?! My hands tightened around Atsushi, his pained breaths echoing slowly.

"My children!" Chuuya's voice rings in my ears and a wave of relief and another shower of tears escape me.

"Help Atsushi! He's going to die! Don't let him die! Please! Don't let him leave me alone! I need him!" My voice barely sounded like mine. It was pained, desperately, needy...void of love. I need him.

"I'll call Yosano. She'll fix him up in no time." Dazai steps to side, taking out his phone, though he doesn't sound sure. Chuuya wraps his arms around me, comforting me, even if he knew it wouldn't do much. I hated this. I hated how useless I was. How I was just letting him die in my arms. How I couldn't do anything.

"He'll live, I know he will." The red-haired male places his hat on my head. It was a comforting gesture, even if it looked hideous.

"Breathe Atsushi...just breathe...if you don't, I'll kill you myself." What a stupid thing to say, huh? Dammit.

"I love you Ryuunosuke." Atsushi looked up at me, his eyes just never failed to outshine those stars. I scoffed.

"Don't sound like you're going to die on me. I haven't beaten you yet." My lips find his again.

"Yosano should be here in 15 minutes latest. It's a bloody well thing she's nearby- you need to let him breathe, boy." Dazai smirked as he plopped down besides the three.

"Tiger boy just dropped the 'L' bomb, what's he meant to do?" Chuuya sits back, resting his head in the taller male.

The 10 minutes pass quite slow, the only sign of life being Atsushi's ragged breathing.

"I'm here, I'm here. Where's our little kitty?" The doctor lady walks in, her steps quiet and sophisticated. "Oh shit, he's been through some shit, eh?" She crouches next to him as the rest of us move away.

"You can save him, right?" I voice out everyone's worries.

"You dare doubt me?" She gets to work. Though, all I can see is little golden butterflies flying against the rays of purple waves.

"I'm alive."