Romanticide ENG.

The wind blew delicately, yet with a piercing chill even though the Sun shining with its biggest intense, just as if it didn’t want to cause problems but still had in mind to clearly notice its presence. A presence not to be avoided, not to be denied. Just the same as the situation of the man who experienced the breeze looked like.

Like if the wind had any wants.

And it doesn’t but he had a need: he had the urge to get away from this moment and from what it had brought with itself, so he stared as hard as he could at the yellow sphere in the sky, and he already almost went blind because of its light.

But the runaway couldn’t last forever.

‘You know…’ he heard and at the same moment he felt a conforming touch, as weak as a memory of a last year’s snow ‘cats, they purr even when they are dying…’the voice muted for a moment ‘Do you understand me?’

The man who stared at the sun remained silent.

‘Look at me, Vegeta’ the voice went on, still delicate, but now more definite, even though it was weaker with every note in it.

The second one reacted on his name as if it would be the sound of scratching a wall with nails. Eventually he turned back, maybe not to hear his name anymore.

He turned and looked down, or rather he hit a one point of a bloodied chest with his gaze, to see this point only, more and more blurred and nothing beside that.

And to never look into his eyes.

‘You’re staring at the blood’ noticed the man who laid on the ground, and he smiled just as an understanding teacher to his unruly pupil. ‘You were meant to look at me’.

The man who was called Vegeta unsurely moved his gaze on the face of a man, so much younger than him, a face so pale, almost transparent, and on it there was the smile, that usually eased everyone around and as for him now, it made him go over the borders of insanity.

His trembling hand ran without knowing through the body bathed in the shades of redness, but it slowly stopped its journey when it came closer to the biggest of the wounds.

The black-haired youth, still, but more blurry able to see the fear coming out through the Saiyan’s hand, he moved it back and with effort raised his own to his face and started to caress the smooth cheek. He registered that the man’s face reddened with the delicate scarlet of blood curls into a complicated grimace of sorrow, anger and denial.

‘Be here with me while you still can. My next lover will be Thanatos, and I can hear his steps right now, so listen to me then. I want you to understand’.

Vegeta tried to focus on the blackness of the other man’s gaze. He nodded his head in the gesture of understanding, and though he didn’t even know why, he spoke: ‘ I am then. I hear you and I listen.’

Fingers of the palms stroking the man’s face went still, and the hand itself slid down, to end by it’s owner’s side.

‘Cats purr when they love, when they’re happy, but also when they suffer, when they are dying…No one has explained till this day, but I know. I know that this are mantras. Those are the same words, they give the strength, and they’re not ordinary words’ He was breathing harder and harder. His breath was breaking and there was in turns a terrifying howl and a wheeze in his lungs. ’I never needed lots of words, you were always enough, you always had been me strength. Even when you took it away from me, even when now you had proven your superiority over me in every possible way. I don’t mind. You even gave me a reason to die and the death you give me is beautiful, because you’re here with me, and I still can feel you everywhere in me’ the man went silent and closed his eyes, his eyelids were too heavy.

‘Christ, Kakarot…! the Saiyan exclaimed, gripped his hair with his fist and started to shake his head, maybe he was doing this to drown out the words that were coming back over and over again. And it was meaningless that he still was entwining the victim with his body. Meaningless were the sun, the river and the blood with blisters coming out of the wound. ‘Shit! I didn’t…!’ he continued to shout and started to rock back and forth subconsciously and on this view, Kakarot began to experience again the memories of the last hour.

If he could only make a sound.

What would it be?

He was silent for a while, to gain the rest of his strength and express himself with words once more. ‘You are impossible.’ he said ‘ you have always wanted to win with me and now you pity your victory.’

‘Why then you-!’ Vegeta threw his words straight into the face of the dying man.

‘I have always wanted all that’s best for you’ ‘and seeing his disbelief, he added ‘If you dare to kiss me once more, you’ll feel what I have in mind.’

‘And isn’t that your home, your people that you were always meant to take care about?!’ the other man hissed desperately trying to turn his own fault into the others guilt.

Kakarot tried to sight, but it didn’t come out. Instead, he started to choke with a painful coughing fit , and with every moment from his mouth ran away the blood and the life that still remained in him.

Yet, he had to reply ‘It is because I’ve finally understood…you are my fatherland, so I gave up to you. I am the memory of the land of your ancestors and you had to taste me as much as it’s only possible. Don’t we fool ourselves, you know very well that the scent of blood pleasantly rouses us both. ‘ He wanted only to catch his gaze, no matter what would it be like, but death refused him to get his last pleasure. Again, he lost himself in the coughing, even more frightening, and then, in a moment, he stopped moving and Vegeta already knew what happened, before the silence of Kakarot’s ki hit him. He stared blankly at the little bit opened mouth of his prey, and the only thing that was around him was the feeling, or more like the awareness, that Kakarot’s last breath sounded just the same, as his last orgasm.

The Saiyan didn’t have the strength to get away from the body, that years ago he bounded himself with it so much. He stared both at the river that still lived it’s life and at the man’s dead face. And there was one thing that came into his head: that in the world does exist a love that no matter of it’s power, isn’t meant to be consumed.