Might
(I knew it was useless... I can't do anything... It's useless...)

Might started setting up his sword with shaky hands.

Might
(Here I go... in front of me... where Adonis is...)

He scolded his legs that didn't want to move, and slowly began to walk. One step, and another step... The distance between him and Adonis became closer little by little.

Closing his eyes, the former Adonis waited for him to come impatiently...

As it was he should have stopped by then. It had been a long time as it was, if he didn't struggle to get there... If he did so, if Might couldn't finish Adonis with his own hands...

Might
U...u...u...!

But, finally the distance between them disappeared. He set up the tip of his sword, touching Adonis' chest.

-And stabbing through.

The hard edge of the sword slipped into the tender meat. A dull feeling transmitted down to Might's arm as he gripped the sword.

Adonis
Uguh!

At Adonis' voice, Might couldn't bear it and looked up.

Might
Ado... nis...

Might couldn't comprehend what he'd just done.

Might
(I... What am I doing...? Why do I have my sword... in Adonis...?)

His head was blank. He looked up at Adonis who seemed to be fading.

Adonis
Th... thank you... Mi, igh... t...

Adonis quietly smiled while he endured the pain. He showed his gratitude, he showed it to the boy he loved.

Might
A... Adonis? ...Ado... nis...

Might couldn't do anything but keep calling his name. He seemed to forget all other words-. That gentle smile, burned into his heart.

Warm blood spilled down the sword, and soaked Might's hands.

Adonis
Don't have such... a sad face. ...Do you want to... make me sad too...

Might
Ah... Adonis...

Adonis
Goodbye... Might.

He left a gentle word, and Adonis seemed to close his eyes to sleep. One teardrop slid down the side of his cheek. And fell on Might's face-.

Might
It can't... it can't... Nooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Might's bitter cry echoed in the huge room. At the same time, their surrounding began shaking eerily. With a thunderous roar, rubble began falling from the ceiling. Now that the devil was sealed, the castle began collapsing.

The strange object that covered on wall of the place dried up in a moment. And, the wall cracked, and together with Adonis' white nude body, was dragging him down to the other side. One the other side, there was a whirling world of darkness-.

Might
Ah... Adonis... Adonis...!

Ragsiel
You can't...! Hurry and leave here, Might! Otherwise, you'll be dragged into that dimension!

Until then Ragsiel had quietly watched over Might, but he saw the whirling darkness and his expression changed.

Might
No... Adonis... I can't leave Adonis...

Clasping Adonis' hand as he became cold, Might muttered faintly.

Ragsiel
What are you saying! You'll never be able to return to this world!

Everyone who succeeded in escaping was able to see the decay of the devil's castle in the light of the morning sun.

Pam
...Might.

Pam stood still in the rubble. From his cloudy eyes, endless tears poured out.

Leica
Damnit, that idiot... Why did he go... with the devil. ...Asshole!

Unable to endure the feelings welling up in his heart, Leica kicked the rubble of the castle as he muttered.

Kurt
What an unfortunate fate to have... for those two.

With sad eyes unlike before, Kurt quietly raised his eyes to the heavens.

Lorence
...Ah, what an ironic fate.

Supporting the wounded Kurt, Lorence muttered quietly.

Ragsiel
...Again, I wasn't able to save him... ...It's regrettable.

Ragsiel appeared from empty space in a mist. His usual pompousness wasn't in his tone.

Pam
Kami-sama... Might isn't coming back? Again, to us...

Ragsiel nodded silently at Pam's quivering voice.

Ragsiel
Ah... They've departed... All I can do is reincarnate their souls... At least in the same age... To the same world...

Lorence
Those two, next time for sure, will always be good together...

Lorence looked in the direction of the rising sun.

Everyone gazed at the same sky, driven by thoughts of of their two faces. In his short life, the boy who eagerly ran to risk his life for his friend, those thoughts of the young man they received from themselves... Might and Adonis. The memories of those two would probably never disappear-.

The morning came as if nothing had happened. It was always the same sun rising in the morning, the dazzling morning sun that shone on the earth-.

In a noisy town. The sound of cars, and the footsteps of people coming and going. From a shop facing the street the latest popular love song--. Among that, there was one young man. He leaned against the show window, with a cellular phone to his ear. He had a tall figure, but somehow with wiry thin looks and gentle features, who could be mistaken for a woman... He was that sort of young man.

Voice on the Phone
Hello, and now. I'm coming to meet you...

The young man's mind seemed to somewhere else, sometimes returning to the conversation with the voice of the girl he was listening to on the telephone. His eyes weren't focused, but stared fruitlessly at the air.

An emerald green stone hung from the strap of the cellular phone in the young man's hand. It wasn't ready-made goods but seemed hand-made, with careful craftsmanship attaching the stone to the strap with a string, and it sparkled in the strong sunlight.

Suddenly in front of the young man, one boy happened to pass by.

Young Man
...Ah, wait...

Why he called out, he didn't know himself. When he noticed his mouth had already opened.

Boy
Eh...?

The boy turned his head, and seemed to be wearing a school uniform with a stand-up collar. His hair was simply cut the same length, and he seemed like an active boy. In his hand was the handle of a schoolbag, with the same stone as the young man swaying as a decoration. -That same emerald green, with it's mysterious glow.

Even the handmade string seemed to be the same.

For a little while, the two didn't do anything and watched each other. Even though it was the first time they'd met... Why did they feel as if they yearned for each other... The two felt it at the same time. It felt as if they missed each other very much, it was a strange feeling.

Young Man
...You, have we... met before?

Timidly, he called out to the unfamiliar boy. A strong urge that he couldn't stand burst into his mind. The boy tilted his neck.

Boy
No... But, I feel like that too. ...I wonder why. Is it deja vu...?

Young Man
...Is it ok if I ask your name? Umm, if you like... However.

He never tried to ask with his mind. At the sudden question, the boy appeared to be confused. But, he answered after only a little time.

Boy
*Might...
*In Japanese, instead of the regular Katakana his name is spelled in Kanji.

Without any words, the two stood still and stared at each other. They gave completely into the mysterious impulses, as they both watched each other.

Fate-.

That word came to both their minds. Such a chance meeting seemed like a normal occurrence. But seemed as if they didn't meet by chance.

Without noticing their noisy surroundings, everything else disappeared around the two. They left from the flow of time and stared at each other forever-.

The End