look klein, a shooting star!

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ooc, major spoilers, non-canon, angst, gore?, major character death

if the nighthawks were closer!

the other half is a bit similar to the novel, but it is related to this story
kinda got lazy

also posted on ao3, quotev

i luv leoklein sm

feel free to interpret this as platonic or romantic

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"Look Klein, a shooting star!" The green-eyed man pointed towards the falling stars in the night sky like an eager dog. One hand towards the sky, another hand on the fence of the bridge.

Klein turned his head towards the said shooting stars. His lips curved into a soft smile, admiring the scene before him. It was beautiful.

They stood on a wooden bridge over the narrow river which reflected the sky beautifully. The stars in the background dimly lit up, setting the stage for the show's main stars. The colors of the sky blended in perfectly with each other. The meteors kept falling, leaving an ethereal trail behind.

The two Nighthawks watched in silence as the show kept going on. No one uttered a word.

The stars gradually stopped falling one by one, ending the performance.

"Did you wish?" The seer asked. He propped his head on the wooden fence and stared at the poet. Leonard turned his attention towards his colleague. He stared at the seer, seemingly contemplating the answer in his head.

"I..." Leonard frowned and looked down to the ground. "I didn't have time." He was too busy admiring the stars, how could he forget? Wishing was a popular tradition whenever there were shooting stars.

One would look for a shooting star, and then close their eyes while making a wish. You shouldn't tell anyone the wish otherwise it wouldn't come true.

"And there is something you wish for?" Klein smiled at the Midnight Poet.

'Wouldn't my wish not come true if I told him?' Leonard wondered. 'Even so, I don't even have a wish.'

Leonard's gaze traveled to Klein's brown eyes. The poet could see his reflection in his eyes. Leonard grinned with his two eyes curved like the crescent moon. "I'll tell you in the future."

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The objects and furniture were all shattered and thrown around everywhere. Blood covered the floors of the Blackthorn Security Company. The rotting smell of human flesh was heavy. There was no sound. This scene shared similarities as a cemetery, quiet, depressing, and reeking of death.

Slowly after the huge incident, the Midnight Poet's body moved a little.

Leonard opened his eyes and winced in pain. Propping himself up was difficult. He surveyed his surroundings with desperation and hope.

There were two unmoving bodies littered with blood and impurities. One of the bodies belonged to his captain, Dunn Smith, and the other to his colleague, Klein Moretti.

Leonard could feel his hopes shatter at the bloody scene. The light dimmed from his eyes as he stared at the two corpses laid out in front of his eyes.

No... Leonard squeezed out the word from his throat as he staggered towards Klein's corpse, which wasn't far away from Dunn.

This couldn't be real. Maybe it was just a nightmare? Just a lucid dream, a very incredibly realistic nightmare?

He kept checking them, going between the two repeatedly, but all he could do was accept this irreversible truth.

Was this turn of events inevitable? Was there anything he could have done for a different, better outcome?

He could only stare at the scene in front of him with the bitter truth all painted at his eyes.

Leonard's knees buckled as his knees plopped to the ground. His green eyes were filled with pain as tears streamed down his cheeks, washing away the blood and dust.

He turned his head and listened for two seconds and suddenly sprawled forward. He let out an angry roar and clenched his palms into fists, and heavily pounded the floor.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Leonard kept tearing up as he pounded the floor. Amidst his sorrow was a feeling of clear hatred and a clear sense of self-abhorrence.

Out of anyone in this world,

Klein was the only person Leonard could befriend.

...

I didn't get to tell you.

My wish...

...I wished that we were two other people.

Two people who need to not say goodbye.

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"We are a bunch of miserable wretches that are constantly fighting against danger and madness, but even more so, we are guardians."