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Ayato’s face is stained with tears and his own blood. He was caught in a rough battle with samurai. He was not prepared to fight, he was merely on a peaceful stroll. His sword was neatly stored in the Kamisato estate. Oh how he wished that he took it with him…
After hearing the screams of agony and pain, the desperate calls for help, Thoma immediately rushed outside.
He ran as fast as he could, holding his spear tightly in his hands. If his ears weren’t betraying him, the voice in distress was Ayato’s.
And when his ears turned out to be correct, Thoma froze.
Ayato was on the floor, horribly injured. The man had deep cuts that were caused by the sharp swords of samurai all over his body. A part of his hair was cut off and his clothes were completely destroyed. But Thoma didn’t pay much attention to the clothes or the cut hair. His focus immediately fixed on the deep wound on Ayato’s stomach.
It was a gory sight, his guts were sprawled all over the place and blood had been splattered everywhere.
Ayato was half conscious, his eyelids softly fluttering every few seconds. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was slightly open.
Thoma didn’t dare to stay still for more than a moment. He kneeled down beside the Yashiro commissioner and tried to wake him up from this half-conscious state.
Ayato could only hear muffled calls and felt someone was touching him. He started coughing up blood, his vision suddenly clearing. He saw his lover in front of him, and as soon as he did, tears started falling down his cheeks.
“T-! -homa” he coughed, trying to lift his hand up to cup the blond’s face, but it was too hard.
“Shhh- shhh- it’s okay, I’m here.” Thoma assured the blue haired man who he called his partner.
“Save your energy, hold on for a bit longer, please!” Thoma nearly cried out. His voice broke, the clear distress showing.
“B-but I don’t want to die!” Ayato protested.
“I’m so sorry! If only I came earlier- I’m so sorry that I came too late! Ayato- forgive me my love-“ Thoma finally broke. He held his beloved in his lap, supporting his head like he was a little baby.
“Such- is life…” Ayato whispered before exhaling for the last time. He had lost a lot of blood and even if Thoma had the ability to teleport and get the doctors, Ayato was beyond saving.
Thoma screamed in agony, wanting his lover back. Oh how he blamed himself for it. If he didn’t stop to think who the screams were coming from, perhaps he would have still made it in time.
But he didn’t.
And to this day, Thoma still sits at Ayato’s grave every evening, apologizing for hours on end.