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[top_black_spy]

Who: Black and White
When: 7pm tonight
Where: Black's place
Rating: R
Warnings: Language and Violence (as always with them) AND Character Death. (Yup)
Summary: White agrees to meet with Black, arguing and violence ensues, one of the boys bites the dust. (If I told you who, you wouldn't read it, now would you.)

Black waited impatiently for seven o'clock

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[top_black_spy]

Black's head dropped, eyes back on the floor. His fingers were numb, what an odd feeling. He heard White's question, it only took a matter of minutes to formulate an answer.

"I regret the way that went down. I should never have... I should have just..." Even now he couldn't bring himself to express his true feelings for the man in front of him. Any emotion other than anger was a weakness and he couldn't bring himself to admit to being weak.

[betterthanblack]

The struggle with Black was clearly evident. White knew what he had wanted to say. All the anger from before quickly faded away as he knelt in front of the man he had hunted for longer than he cared to remember. I'm always the first to aplogize, I guess this time's no different. He pulled open the front of Black's shirt. Buttons skittered away as he inspected the likely fatal wound he had inflicted.

"Black, you're a damned idiot. Why couldn't you have said that before? Before we were here, before I shot you?"

[top_black_spy]

To be honest, Black was more than a little shocked when White ripped open his shirt. He didn't think, with as angry as the other spy had been, White would be trying to help the situation.

"You... you know why I couldn't before. Why... Why do you think I got sent here? Pride... is... a sin you know..." It was becoming increasingly difficult to make words but Black was determined to try. For a brief second he wondered if being stubborn was also a sin.

[betterthanblack]

White knew death, he'd watched many die before. Black looked well on his way to the other side. He kicked himself for shooting his counter part, regreted ever even agreeing to meet this night. He pulled off his jacket, knowing his current wardrobe was all he had to wear in this place. Blood stains on his his only jacket? It would be far too bothersome.

After the stark white garmet was removed, White pulled Black to his chest and held him. "You're an idiot Black, you know that? You never know what you want and look at you now. You're dying in the arms of the enemy. Dying for something that could have been avoided. And what am I supposed to do now? The whole of ShinRa's finest will be after me tomorrow. How am I to explain this? I doubt 'he told me to do it' is going to go over so well. Goddamn it Black." He was babbling as he tried to hold himself together. White knew he had always been the more composed of the two and wasn't about to loose that image now.

[top_black_spy]

Black listened as White spoke, taking comfort in the smooth sound of his voice. White did have a valid concern when it came to ShinRa.

"Hide. Hide from the Turks." He took a deep breath so he could continue to push out words. "The outskirts... There are places... abandoned.... I'll take care... take care of ShinRa... when I come back."

It was becoming increasingly more difficult to form words. He knew death was breathing down his neck, in a matter of minutes he'd be gone.

"White... I..." He didn't know if he could finish his sentence due to shortness of breath. Looking up at his... friend? Rival? Whatever he was, he hoped his eyes could convey such.

[betterthanblack]

"Shh. I ... I know, Black, I know." White supposed Black was trying to express his feelings for him. Instead of watching they dying man struggle with words White pressed his lips to the mouth in front of him. He hadn't kissed Black in so long he had begun to forget what the other man's lips felt like.

[top_black_spy]

The warmth of White's body and the feel of his lips were the last things Black felt before everything went dark. His last thought was a wonder of whether or not White would still feel the same when he came back. He hoped, as he slipped into death's icy grip, that he wouldn't be gone too long.

[betterthanblack]

White felt Black's body still as he let out his last breath. Black was gone. Tears he'd been fighting for the past few minutes rolled down his face as he continued to hold Black's lifeless body close.

"Why Black? Why would you let me do this to you? You didn't even fight back, goddamn it."

After taking a few minutes to compose himself, White wrapped Black's body in a bed sheet and left the way he had entered. Surely Black would need his body when he returned and honestly, White didn't trust anyone else with him. He snuck to the outskirts as Black had instructed. He would wait as long as needed for Black to return.