"Y- Yaku..." Kuroo weakly whispered as he winced from the driving force of excruciating pain as Yaku pulled his bloody body on his lap, un-shed tears brimming from his eyes and threatening to cascade down his cheeks.
This is it, they won the battle against the titans, but came from it a price of a hundred loyal knights, archers, warriors, mechanics, healers, wizards, and assassins in Death's arms.
Including that of Kuroo.
"Kuroo— Kuroo, please." Yaku begged as he shook his head, voice breaking, the dam overflowing as tears raced against one another down his cheeks, planting itself in the other male's scratched armour, a hand over his wound where a sword drived itself in and out, crimson liquid oozing from it. "Please, please, hang in there, someone is already sending a healer on the way here."
Kuroo mustered all of his strength to lift one arm up, his calloused hand cupping his lover's cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone, a small smile playing his lips as Yaku leaned into it. "Don't cry my love, I'll be waiting for you in my next life."
Yaku couldn't help the smile gracing his lips, eyes glistened and blurry with tears as he weakly whispered, "I love you, Kuroo."
Kuroo is about to say it back; to say the four, simple words towards his loved one, when his arm fell limp, the warm smile that always accompanied him throughout their lives, giving them hope and reassurance, is replaced with a cold, lifeless stare.
Yaku choked on his gasp as he weakly shook the lifeless body of his loved one, more tears rushing down his face as he gripped the other's sword, drawing blood from his palm as he cried out, head tilted back and eyes directed to the gods above, screaming until his voice ran sore from doing so.
The priest that was too late to arrive stopped in her tracks when she saw and heard Yaku screaming — mourning for his dead loved one. She could hear the absolute and sheer anger and eternal resentment in his voice.
Every single memory of Kuroo with him flashed before his eyes, chest heaving with each passing memory as Yaku unconsciously drew the lifeless corpse of his lover, burying his face into his chest as he kneeled there, surrounded by hundreds of the dead, souls accompanying Kuroo and the Grim Reaper as he led the souls to the Afterlife.
Lev, one of the remaining archers alive, carefully approached the grieving male, leaning down beside him and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Yaku-san, it's time to go."
"Can we— can we at least give them all a proper burial?" Yaku managed to choke out, eyes scanning over the bloody battlefield as he tilted his head to look at the taller male, then at the remaining fighters — no more than 150.
Lev couldn't help but give him a reassuring smile as he helped him up, patting his head softly as he said, "Of course."
