Ꮎne Ꭰay Ꮤith ᎡεαρεᎡ

Heal You

//get this; what if reapy shadow-like ability can heal his lover by a simple gesture. What if?

"Gah!" You ducked for cover as the pain came and hit you like a train. You looked where the pain came from. Your right shoulder. Ruby red has spread through your clothes. This was a mistake. A mistake you regret.

It all started when you finish your class at your university. Your friends drag you to a cupcake cafe. It was a normal day all and all, the highlight was the red velvet cupcake.

Everything was peaceful until the gunshots attack. Everyone was running and screaming here and there. As for you, you heard the familiar shots of a familiar guns. You managed to vault over the counter and peek above the top.

A black figure came by. Black mist was around him. The figure was shooting someone. Why does he look familiar? You thought as you try to have a clear look of the gun fight. A flash of light came and you stumble back.

The pain came. The blood and the pain continue to spread like wildfire. You clutched your shoulder. I shouldn't be so curious! You scolded yourself. You slowly stood up, trying to get a grip by leaning your figure against the wall.

Little did you know, the black figure saw you. He had finish his own fight. He let his men to do the rest. He let his gaze wandered to the cafe you were. And there you are. Huffing and puffing. Your body says it all. He sigh before using his Wraith form to go towards you.

You try to balance yourself, but the pain was unbearable. You closed your eyes, letting your memories flash by. Memories of when you were young and don't forget, best friend with Fareeha. The young Fareeha.

Your parents was an Overwatch agents, just like Jack Morrison and Fareeha's mother. They were known for their teamwork amongst the team. You heard that your dad mentor Jack Morrison while your mother, became a well known lady. Seeing that you are affiliated with Overwatch. The old agents recongnised you and somehow, you missed them.

You always spent your time with Fareeha, Jesse, Reinhardt, Mercy and most of all, Gabriel. Gabriel and you, the relationship was an admiration. You always pester him when he always look so sulky. Gabriel didn't know why you always poke him or play with him but for once, he was glad that you care for him.

It may be weird for you. You have develop a crush to Gabriel when you were young. Since then, you always hang out with the Blackwatch agents, knowing that you would see Gabriel and Jesse. The Blackwatch agents knew of the relationship between you and their leader. It was like a Wolf and a Sheep relationship. He was big and fierce and you were small and innocent.

A shadow covered your form. The sun's ray was block by this shadow. You slowly open your eyes and you were greeted with a sight of death itself. "Who... are you?" You said. The pain of the shot make you wince when the figure touch your injured shoulder.

The figure didn't do anything. He saw that your eyes are closing and he had to do something. He knows you but you don't know him. He tip his mask upward, showing his snarling teeth. His arms make way around your neck and waist. He leaned forward and gave you a kiss. Shadows began to pour out from his mouth, onto yours.

It filled your lungs. You gasped at this action. You wanted to pull away but the feeling, it made you alive. The pain from the shoulder, it slowly began to disappear. This feeling had filled your body with such power. The figure pulled away, eyeing your state. Wondering, did it work?

When he leaned away, a trail of shadow followed by. You started to cough. The shadow tasted bitter. The figure released you from its clutches. "Esperar nada de mí, pequeña." He return the mask to its own position.

The figure turn its back to you and walked away. The voice, that language... Could it be?

"Gabriel?"

The figure stop. He glanced over his shoulder. "Gabriel is dead."

"Then, ...who?" You let your hand wandered to the locket that was around your neck. Barely grasping the edges.

"Death." The figure continued to walk, leaving you there.

"You idiot..." You mumbled to yourself. The figure was gone but the taste of his kiss and shadows, mesmerize you. "You are Gabriel."

You took out the locket and open it. It was a picture of you, with Gabriel. It was a selfie picture. Gabriel had you in his arms, using that stoic face of his while you were smiling in glee. "Mr Grumpy Pants."

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[ Few days later ]

You remembered the kiss that Gabriel gave you. You were in the shower, bathing as always. One thing bothered you and it was gnawing the back of your mind. Or brain.

"Hold up, why did Gaby kiss me?" Oh he didn't do that, did he? "Oh... my fucking god! He actually did! I thought we had a friend relationship?"

"Oh great... Now I'm going to have a kink of deceased old man... Great job me. I won't get any guys with this kink." You turn off the shower knob and proceed to cover your form with the towel.

"Oh fuck me..." You opened the bathroom door and was greeted with the same sight.

The figure came back and he was staring at you. "Gladly."

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Esperar nada de mí, pequeña = Expect nothing from me, little one.

is this wrong? .____.