The Wounded

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A white light engulfed Masamune's vision and he froze, slumping forward and falling onto the bed unconscious- beside his forgotten lover. 

Onodera, who remained asleep, whimpered as his body registered the new and familiar warmth, one that had haunted him in his dreams. "Ai..shi..teru..", he whispered before falling deeper into the abyss. His heart stuttered in its beating before slowing down, too tired to continue its function any stronger than a slow simple stuttered beat. 

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This was how Misaki and Usami found them, one curled up upon himself naked excluding the towel that cover his borderline starved bruised bottom half and the other beside him as if sleeping peacefully. Misaki stumbled forward to check on his companion. 

He walked to the end of the bed, and stared at his angelic brethren. He raised his angelic senses and willed his grace to do an analysis on the two seemingly sleeping men. Tears welled in his eyes at what he felt, the slow stuttered beating of his brother's weak heart and the confused emotions of the demon that lay him. 

"H-His h-hear.." Sobs consumed him before he could convey his analysis to his own demon. Usami frowned, before pulling his savior into his arms. 

"I know. I have summoned a doctor to check on them to see what could be done. Silent those tears, hush now angel. Be strong for our hurting brothers- Ne?" 

Misaki sniffled before nodding against the chest of his rock. "H-he's probably given up, m-mayb-be  h-his heart knows it and so it has n-no will to beat any h-harder." Usami continued to rock his angel back and forth before pulling away, 

"If he leaves, it must not have been willingly or painlessly. He would never leave if he had the choice. You said yourself, this would be painful for him. So stop those tears. His heart is still beating in his chest, his heart is still fighting. Give your brother some credit Ne?" Misaki looked at the love of his life and nodded before looking up at the heavily breathing doctor that finally reached the room. 

The doctor caught his breath before looking up at the conscious couple in the room, "I have brought the medical team to transport them into isolation so that we may conduct the analysis and diagnosis. I ask that you please leave the room and come visit the two later on after we have finished." 

Misaki bit his lip to refrain from arguing against the doctor and nodded,  before being pulled out of the room by Usami. As he was pulled away from the lifeless room his mind flashing back to when they were in the garden and Ritsu-san had smiled at the flowers with so much pain in his eyes. 

He still had a few more weeks with his brother, so they had to make it last. 

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Masamune opened his eyes and found himself in what seemed to be empty space. He could not see anything around him and the air was heavy and seemed to cloud up into his throat, making him cough and gag. He threw his mouth into his elbow and coughed so hard it hurt his throat.  Interrupting his cough, a luminescent white feather dusted with red splatters caught his attention as it flew towards him, and around it made the air less heavy. He let out a breath to relax his tense throat and raised his hand up to catch it.  

An imaginary wind blew it right from his grasp, causing him to turn around and walk into a woman, who had not been there before. "Ah, Do you know where we are miss? I am not sure how I got here." The woman looked up at him, she looked familiar as well, did he know her? 

"Takano-san, it has been a while I wish I had brought you here on better terms." 

He looked at her confused, "Have we met?" His only reply was a sad look.