End Of All Things

Fuuma locked his eyes on the mismatched eyes of the Sakurazukamori. "How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Keep living on like this." Amber and green eyes looked up at the boy that used to be the  Kamui of the Dragons of Earth. "Because if I die, so does my right eye, meaning he's truly gone."
Both of them had suffered losses, a lover and a sister. Together they walked through Tokyo; Fuuma in his school uniform and Subaru in his traditional all black outfit. 
They visited CLAMP Campus where Kamui’s and Kotori’s final resting place was, they went to Mount Kōya to visit Sorata’s final resting place, and they went back to Kyoto to visit the plaque for Hokuto (as there was no body to bury).  They paid their respects to everyone else that had been lost in the battle.
After doing so, they sat in Ueno Park; well Fuuma sat, Subaru chose to lean against the tree; aside from his right eye, he had nothing left of Seishirou, so like Hokuto he had no body to bury, this was the closest he could get.
“I can’t believe I really killed Kotori and Kamui...just…how could I?”
“You granted their wishes. Your destiny, their destiny, even my destiny, it was all foreordained. Besides that...”He reached a gloved hand up and caught a falling sakura petal. “There is no way for everyone to be happy and sometimes we have to suffer for the choices others made.” Instinctively a hand went over his right eye.
“Why are we in Ueno Park…I would think you’d want to avoid Sakura trees.”
“It’s the only way I can remember him…it’s more pleasant than going to Tokyo Bay…I always liked the faint smell of Sakura mixed with his musk...much more pleasant than the smell of blood, HIS blood and salt water.”
“You loved him didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Did you ever get to tell him?”
“No, I didn’t. What about you? Did you ever tell Kamui?”
“I didn’t, but I want to believe that somewhere, somehow they know...”
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Somewhere years after or years before, in another world, two couples were by a giant Sakura tree. One of them were underneath it, the smaller boy leaning against the taller and broader male watching the clouds float on by, reflected in the taller man’s orange-tinted glasses.
The other pair sat in the Sakura’s branches, the smaller boy cuddled softly against the taller male allowing the ever so tender caresses to his hair and the gentle kiss that ghosted his lips. He looked up into the familiar mismatched gaze and the crooked smile and knew this time, they all made it.