YASSSSS. I LOVES ANGST.
“Kuro? Kuro!” Takizawa leans over her in bed, shaking his sobbing lover awake.
“Seidou?” Kurona blinks back tears.
She’s here.
Nashiro is gone.
“Your sister?” he prompts, feeling ashamed of prying, but more afraid of leaving her to suffer alone. Kuro’s the best part of his life.
“I dreamt I watched her die again. But she wasn’t dead. Me – I – when I consumed her, I killed her. In my dream, she screamed and I screamed, but it was too late.” Kurona hunches her shoulders, as tears track down her cheeks. “It was all my fault.”
“It wasn’t,” Seidou says gruffly. “It wasn’t, not at all.”
“But – suppose she was alive? Suppose I did kill her – I’m so scared of that, Seidou.” Kurona grabs his hands.
“You didn’t. Take it from someone who ate his own parents.” Seidou cracks a half-smile. “I feel at fault, too. Heck, I was at CCG and I wouldn’t have helped you even then. You – you were always better than me.”
“No, I wasn’t.” Kurona leans her head on Seidou’s bare chest. She loves the sound of his steady heartbeat. “We just had different lives.”
“Well,” says Seidou, kissing her forehead, “I’m very glad you are here now.”
“I’m glad you’re here.” Kurona pulls his lips towards hers. “Nashiro would approve.”
“That’s all that matters,” Seidou jokes, rolling atop this marvelous woman who somehow, by some miracle or fortune, loves him.
Mercy and Magic 