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All the honey that's running is blood due
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot
neverquitedies wrote in adstrngndumlog
Characters: Yuca Collabel and Kurotsuchi Mayuri
When: Backdated to the event
Where: Kurotsuchi's lab
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The event hits, and both of the scientists fortify the lab and try to protect one another.

Yuca swallowed hard as he glanced out the window, his eyes on the sky. In the past few days, he'd been watching, trying to judge if it would end, or if it would be the end. Either way, he found that he didn't particularly mind- if everything ended, then he would end too, and that was good enough for him.

Still. He wasn't sure how he felt about leaving Kurotsuchi to his death. It wasn't a particularly unpleasant thought, and yet, it still gave him pause.

He glanced behind him toward the scientist, biting his lip.

"The fire's getting worse. I don't know if our roof can hold out for the rest of the day."

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They didn't have time- they didn't have time. Yuca knew that Kurotsuchi was almost drained of power, there was no way they'd be able to get out. He realized with a cold feeling amidst the heat radiating around them that they were going to die, trapped in there. There were worse ways to go. But there were certainly better as well, and as much as he knew death like an old friend, he still found his heart racing, his lungs expanding faster and faster, his muscles tensing up in the quick realization that he wasn't going to live through this.

Yuca barely registered the shinigami's body covering his own, not over the explosion and the sudden heat and shards of metal and glass that were now exploding through the room. He reached out, fingers grasping onto the fabric of Kurotsuchi's robes, tucking his head into his body and trying to rationalize- the lab was exploding around them. Vials burst, liquid splashed to the floor and was instantly vaporized- the cool, impersonal lab was twisted now into a steel inferno.

He continued to hold on, dimly aware that the other's body was shielding him, but unable to realize the true extent of the damage to Mayuri as a result. The smoke made him cough- he buried his face into the fabric of the other's garments and tried to breathe through that, the fire burning around them.

That it was death, not only unconsciousness- Kurotsuchi had no way of telling the difference himself. There hadn't been time to dwell on the small differences, time to question or think about it, or even be particularly worried. And in the chaos and the fire, noticing that everything had stopped would've been considerably difficult, even if one had been looking for it.

But when he was suddenly conscious again- that much the shinigami noticed, that was rather unmistakeable and unpleasant, and the only thing that kept him from screaming from the sudden overwhelming pain of it, was that he couldn't actually breathe.

This time he didn't have much of a chance to question it either; his hands twitched, clung to something- probably Yuca. Every shiver brought a new stab of agony, attempts to breathe brought choking and blood. He was impaled thoroughly by scraps of equipment. There was no chance of pulling them out in his condition, and apart from a ragged twitch, he didn't try. Sensing the other's life, that became the only priority- though pushing him down wasn't exactly something he had strength for either, managing only a nudge in his direction.

Dying was no more dignified or remarkable this time. Apart from the smaller shiver as he dimly realized what was happening, he couldn't feel anything at all towards it.

The blood dripped from Kurotsuchi's painted skin onto Yuca's cheek, and in that moment, his eyes widened with horror. He needed to get out- to try to pull the medical equipment out of him, maybe he could somehow heal himself- but Yuca was equally trapped, with the full knowledge that if he moved out of the shinigami's protection, he would surely die.

He tried to shield his face as he wormed his way up a little- pressing his hand against a shard of metal in the process, burning it white with a hiss. Yuca yanked his hand away, biting at his lip, and looking up toward the shinigami- oh god, he was dying, he was dead- again?

Yuca coughed from the smoke, tried to ignore the tears springing to his eyes (not an emotional reaction, he told himself, merely a physical one to the smoke all around him) and slowly tried to pull the both of them somewhere- anywhere safer than his current location. There was a corner of the lab that had relatively little in it- empty cages that had not been inhabited yet, the cooling fridge for growing bacteria. Gritting his teeth, Yuca tried to half-crawl, half-pull the other's corpse across the floor, even as the bits of glass cut into his face and the shards of metal burned his hands.

Ultimately, he knew there was nothing he could do. It would be a matter of minutes before he himself died. But he wasn't thinking rationally at that point, logic had little to do with it.

Reviving to pain and fire and suffocation- it was no less disorienting this time, his mind was no better for the experience. And in the middle of it was movement, wounds pulled at, disturbed, as his occasional corpse was dragged from the worst of it. Blood was everywhere, injuries sullenly bleeding anew as a few obstructions were removed, and a ruined circulation fought to escape while it had the chance.

His thoughts were a mess of anger and frustration and pain, little able to deal with anything he felt about Yuca damning himself by trying to protect a dying body- futile gestures that he couldn't break away from.

He didn't have the breath to tell Yuca to stop it. But even if he'd had the ability to tell Yuca to get away, he didn't have anywhere to tell him to go. Death creeped over Kurotsuchi again, only a few moments slower than the last, even as he lashed out at the darkness, upset and with rising panic- before everything was cut off again.

Yuca was breathing hard by the time he'd gotten Kurotsuchi over to the relatively-untouched corner, slipping out from under him finally and moving to look at the damage, wiping at his eyes with the back of his burned hands. He didn't have any bandages, there was nothing he could do, but he knew he had to try and heal this mess before the shinigami woke up again.

Tentatively, he pulled out a long shard of steel- one of the ones that had punctured the shinigami's lung. Swallowing hard, Yuca tossed it aside, ignoring the way the heat from it seared his skin. Another shard, a thin piece of glass this time. He pressed his hands over the worst of the wounds, willing the blood to stop coming- he didn't have healing powers, he couldn't save him, and in his attempts to make things a little more bearable for him, he'd probably just made it worse, but he wasn't thinking. He had to get these out- Kurotuschi had healing powers, didn't he? Maybe- maybe next time he came back, he'd be able to use them, maybe the animus would heal him, now that he didn't have the things in him-

They were too numerous to remove all of them, but Yuca took care of the life threatening ones, alternating pressure on the wounds that looked the most serious. For a split second, he thought it was going to work. A hysterical hope bubbled in his chest- Mayuri would wake up and be healed, he would find a way out, he would be okay- and a secondary explosion impacted the lab, shattering one of the machines. Shrapnel buried itself in Yuca's shoulders, peppering his back, and one, long steel pole shot directly through his chest.

Yuca struggled to take in breath, lowering his head to look at the thing that was now emerging from his chest, slowly reaching bloody hands over to touch it- it was only a matter of seconds before his world went dark and he collapsed on top of the shinigami, dead.

Waking up meant pain and darkness and confusion- though among it was the sick realization that he had died, that he was already in the process of dying again- senses choking on smoke and blood and heat.

A reflexive breath brought a choking cough, but a little air; something of a lung had healed, but it was fragile, still full of liquid. And as he fought- just a bit, to move- wounds oozed with more force. But there was a weight on him, he needed to get free; Kurotsuchi pushed awkwardly at it, only recognizing it as Yuca's body at the same moment he realized he could no longer feel the other's soul.

Kurotsuchi half-crouched against the wall, covered in blood and other fluid, barely conscious, still not entirely free of glass and metal- and he stared at Yuca's body, and for the first time felt panic.

Without thinking, he moved, falling next to him- and there went the ability to breathe again, and he nearly passed out again, outright- but his hands found the pole in the other's chest, and started pulling. Fingers scratched and dragged on metal, bruised and frantic, trying to gather any strength at all to free it. When he finally couldn't see, pain detached from him and fading, an unthinking despair remained, a nearly animalistic cry twisting his throat as he shuddered and died again.

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