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( drabble ) wish.
notes: au murdergame fic in which syaoran murders takumi for watanuki, scp r3. i like pain. trc/xxxholic spoilers. you know the drill.
Two weeks.
Two weeks had passed since Watanuki Kimihiro had told Syaoran about the problem he was having. Well, it was less 'telling' and more showing, really. Even if Kimihiro was a Witch - a being that many could say is practically untouchable - a part of his soul had been shattered.
And neither of them were certain that it could even be repaired.
It's on Saturday, after the events of the recent trial that Syaoran goes to visit his other self.
The usual knock comes at the door.
"Come in," rings the familiar light airy tones; it was less formal than how it was around the others - Kimihiro probably knew exactly who was there. After all, he could feel where all the other 'pieces' were. Syaoran was no exception.
With the turn of the doorknob, the brunette easily lets himself in, closing the door behind him. It's obvious that Syaoran looks exhausted but was hiding it - he always had to look strong in front of the others. But in front of Kimihiro, as he was right now... he could only feel helpless.
It didn't help that the first expression that he could see on Kimihiro's face was one that's probably just as exhausted as Syaoran's was. But there was also something about it that seemed empty. Hollow.
"Kimihiro?" Worry traces Syaoran's expression. He doesn't hesitate as he gets closer. "Is—"
The rest of the words die in his throat. But the implications are already there.
Is everything alright?
"I'm fine," the current Witch of Dimensions replies without a second to spare, wearing a rather thin smile that doesn't even reach his eyes. "You shouldn't be so concerned about me, Syaoran."
"Please don't lie to me."
It was only natural for Syaoran to be able to catch onto the lies. They were the ones that were closer than any other, after all. Kimihiro's expression falls slightly before he simply closes his eyes and instead of saying anything more, he shows Syaoran everything he needs to know.
Watanuki Kimihiro's soul is still in pieces.
"... is it really going to stay like this, Kimihiro?"
Kimihiro simply shakes his head. "I'm not sure."
"There has to be some way I can help," Syaoran insists. "We're the same existence, so maybe—"
"No." Kimihiro cuts in, frowning. He is very much aware of how much Syaoran pours out for him. "You have done so much for me already, Syaoran. You shouldn't have to sacrifice even more for my sake. If I cannot repair it myself, then this will be something that I have to live with. I was the one who chose to hide away as a piece. I took this risk. The burden shall be mine alone."
"But..."
Kimihiro tugs his lips, trying to force himself to smile in spite of himself. "No buts." He places a hand on Syaoran's shoulder reassuringly. "The price you would have to pay to restore my soul by yourself would be too great. So don't try anything!"
And he would not want to put that burden on Syaoran.
He does not deserve it.
"I..." The words trail off as Syaoran closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I understand."
Even though it hurts to hear.
Even though it hurts to see him like this.
"Then... Kimihiro. For tonight, let me stay with you." If he could do anything to ease his pain in the slightest bit, he wants to.
After all, he's been alone for so long.
Leaving him alone while Syaoran was aware of his state would only make things worse for the two of them.
"...Alright." Kimihiro could accept that. It would allow the two of them to not be lonely, just this once. To not think about the longing they had for the people most important to them.
❀❀❀
The next day.
Sunday.
A few knocks on the door of the master bedroom.
"Come in," comes the velvety, polite voice of the Witch of Misfortune.
The door opens to reveal Syaoran, looking at her with rather serious eyes and she immediately knows. Her brow furrows and she stares him down, a little suspect. Those are the eyes of someone who is going to become a killer.
That human is a traitor, just like the rest of them! Poor, poor, Kimihiro... he's only going to get hurt because of him. I have to prepare for the worst and warn him.
"I need to ask you for a favor."
"..."
She doesn't answer at first. In fact, a part of her is infuriated that he would even dare do something like that. For a flicker of a second, he can feel her flames of Misfortune in the air, hanging like a curse before she waves her hand, dismissing them entirely.
"Out with it, then." Annoyance slips out of her voice. Not like she was hiding it. It would simply be selfish. Humans were always like that, after all. They would never change.
He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't like the concept of it. Life is precious, after all, but if it was for him, if he could save him—
"If I killed someone. Would you be able to take away Kimihiro's misfortune?"
What?
The question makes her pause. A part of her can't help but question it, just a little bit.
She knows the truth, after all. Kimihiro and Syaoran are close. The two of them shared the same existence, but they are different people. This is selfish of him in the end.
But why would a human help a Witch......?
There must be some sort of gain that he gets out of this.
So she answers. "That depends. What specific misfortune do you wish to get rid of? I cannot make it that he is not the Witch of Dimensions, nor can I undo this Game."
"That isn't what I want," Syaoran replies coolly. "I want to save him. His soul has been shattered. You know that as well as I do. I want you to undo that. To fix his soul."
There's a pause for a flicker of a second.
And then-
She cackles madly, hiding her true feelings underneath the surface.
"Ahahahahaha!! You want me to undo thaaaaaaat?! You don't just waltz into a Witch's bedroom and just simply make demands like that!"
After all, she is the villain of this tale. She takes a few steps forward, grabbing Syaoran by the chin as her grin widens into something inhuman.
"You should be begging on your knees and submit to me! Grovel and say 'Nirrti, won't you please grant me my desires'?" Her eyes light up with amusement. "I am the Witch of Misfortune! A simple thing like that is nothiiiiing!! Very well, very well. If you kill someone and get away with it, I will grant it. I don't make exceptions, after all. Not even for Kimihiro's special piece."
That is something that she could guarantee, as the Witch.
And a part of her...
...truly, madly, deeply...
...wondered if he spoke the truth. And if he was, a part of her wished for his success. After all, it would do her no good to have a completely broken opponent, would it not? She wants to continue playing with him, after all. And if he completely broke because that hedgehog had permanently scarred his soul, it would no longer be any fun.
"Thank you," he says gratefully, tears watering in his eyes. It was a surprising sight to see for her. "Thank you. At least, now... I have the chance to save him."
"..."
She doesn't say anything more after that, listlessly watching Syaoran as he bowed politely and turned on his heel, walking right out.
The choice was made.
The game would truly begin once again in just a few days.
Oh, how she wondered how Kimihiro would feel about this...
Would he really be happy... with this choice...?
❀❀❀
The days passed by.
Things went as normal - they would get a riddle on Wednesday, a 'demon' would appear bearing a name that would reveal something to the group in the future. And another chapter of the book was revealed to them.
But that didn't matter right now.
Not on Thursday evening.
All the living pieces could not help but be worried. If things would be the same as last week and the week before and the week before that-
They could not stop it.
They could not prevent the murder. Even if they want to.
Soon enough, midnight struck.
No matter where they were, everyone collapsed onto the ground. Except for two people.
Syaoran, of course, was awake. He had made his decision on Sunday. He would have to show his resolve for his wish. He said he would do almost anything for Kimihiro, hadn't he? Even if that meant hurting somebody-
Even if that meant killing the other person that was most important to him.
To gain something you must be willing to sacrifice. This is his choice.
The other person was the one he chose.
The person was already muttering words under his breath in his room. "I was picked again, huh. I should have figured... It's okay, though. As long as nobody else gets hurt."
Ironic, really. Given that Akira had originally targeted him specifically the week before but inevitably failed at killing him. Instead, the person who died in his place was Ryuji. It felt kind of unfair, really.
Of course, it wasn't as if he wanted to die.
But this was a game. He was considered a 'piece' by the rules of the game board.
... Steeling himself, the person that Syaoran chose stepped out of his room after taking a glance at his goggles that holds the AI, whispering two words of apology.
"I'm sorry."
He knew that whoever it was, they would probably be able to finish him off rather quickly. After all, he wasn't athletic in the slightest bit. Sure, he could run for a little bit, but...
And standing right outside of his door, already waiting for him was none other than Syaoran.
Syaoran had chosen Takumi.
Blue eyes widen slightly and his mouth tries to work the words out of his mouth but they just don't. Instead, he just looks shocked.
"Syao...ran?"
His brain doesn't seem to be working just right.
There has to be some sort of mistake.
It can't be Syaoran. It couldn't be. He... would never betray Watanuki-san, right? And more importantly, Syaoran had given him his true name, hadn't he?
He trusted him, so why—
"Takumi... I'm sorry," Syaoran speaks up apologetically. He doesn't move closer to him nor does he do anything just yet. "Can we talk for a bit?"
He doesn't answer at first. Silence hangs in the air for quite a bit of time, trying to process this.
"Okay."
If Syaoran was offering to talk, he'd listen.
Even now, he still trusted him in spite of the decision Syaoran's made.
All of a sudden, Syaoran reaches out, putting Takumi's hand in his own. Even if he doesn't deserve this feeling. Even if he doesn't deserve to do this. He then leads him to the sitting room, where he's already prepared some snacks.
A last supper, one could say.
"You chose me, didn't you?"
It's the first question Takumi asks after taking a seat on one of the couches.
Syaoran's gaze flits away, guilt eating at his expression.
"Yes."
He wasn't going to deny it. He wasn't going to run away, or lie.
"Can I ask... why?"
Syaoran closes his eyes. He can't face it. And maybe this way, he could say it without his heart wanting to shatter into pieces.
"I need to get away with the murder."
That was not what he expected at all.
"Why do you need to get away with it so badly, Syao-" No, he shakes his head. That isn't the name he should be using here. This is much too important for it. "Tsubasa?"
"..."
Syaoran doesn't say anything at first.
But he thinks that maybe Takumi deserves to know the truth.
"I told you before, didn't I? About Kimihiro's soul."
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's referring to. And Takumi immediately understands.
"I found out, after the trial on Saturday that a part of his soul was destroyed and... he... he said that he hasn't been able to smile since it got destroyed."
"Wait... when Shadow killed his familiar?"
"He said it might be able to heal on its own, but... he's not sure."
Oh.
This was never about betrayal, to begin with.
Syaoran just chose Watanuki-san over him in the end.
"Ah..." Of course, it was like this. He takes the teacup in his hands and stares into the drink. "You want to reverse it, don't you?"
Syaoran nods his head.
"I don't want him to fully become a Witch, Takumi. If he loses himself because his soul can no longer be repaired... I don't know what I'll do. I'm sorry. I-"
"It's okay." Takumi cuts him off, wearing a small sad smile. "If killing me can help Watanuki-san, then..."
This time, it's Syaoran's turn to stop Takumi mid-sentence as he takes steps forward to pull him into his arms.
"You shouldn't be saying something like that, Takumi. You should be killing me instead-"
He shakes his head, keeping himself close.
"No, you have to live, for Watanuki-san's sake. You said it yourself, didn't you? I'm not going to doom all of us by killing you, Tsubasa. Watanuki-san would never forgive me. Not when I..."
Not when I love you so much.
Syaoran pulls away from him, taking a shaky breath as he speaks up.
"... I won't be kind to your body."
"I know. If you were too nice, people would figure it out, right?"
He's cooperating with his killer. It's kind of funny, looking at it like this. But if they can grant Syaoran's wish... then it's alright. Even if he wished that he could have done something more to prevent this.
"Yeah. But I'm not going to let you feel any of the pain, Takumi."
Syaoran's not going to let him feel the pain. He doesn't want him to.
"That's... what this tea is for, isn't it?"
Takumi figured it out when there was only one cup. And the scent smelled like death. It was only fitting.
Syaoran nods.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. You already decided, didn't you? So follow through with it."
Takumi was right, of course. This was a decision he had already made from the very beginning.
From the moment he saw that Kimihiro wasn't healing.
From the moment he saw that Kimihiro wasn't smiling.
All he wants is to see that true, genuine smile once again.
To save him.
So—
"I love you, Takumi."
He kills Takumi not just with his actions, but his words, too.
He shouldn't feel this way. But he wants to say it. He wants to tell him the feelings that he's had for a while now, that he couldn't explain before. The twisting that he feels in his chest.
It's only right that he feels pain for this.
It's all his fault.
"I... feel the same way too," Takumi manages to reply, tears beginning to stream down the sides of his face.
No.
He can't just say that. He can't return his feelings, not with what he's doing—
"That's why I forgive you."
—not when he's about to kill him.
Syaoran's mind screams and it's right then and there that he takes out the knife from his pocket and doesn't hesitate, stabbing Takumi right through the heart.
While he was initially going to put him to sleep and kill him that way, he doesn't want Takumi to forgive him. He doesn't want Takumi to be in love with his very own killer.
Not for a twisted wish like this.
It doesn't take long for his life to fade away. And while Syaoran might hold regrets in his heart, his determination would keep him on the right track.
There was a lot of work to be done...
... But this was what he wanted, wasn't it? All he had to do now was fulfill the rest of the conditions to reach that wish.
The single one that he would reach with his own hands.
Two weeks.
Two weeks had passed since Watanuki Kimihiro had told Syaoran about the problem he was having. Well, it was less 'telling' and more showing, really. Even if Kimihiro was a Witch - a being that many could say is practically untouchable - a part of his soul had been shattered.
And neither of them were certain that it could even be repaired.
It's on Saturday, after the events of the recent trial that Syaoran goes to visit his other self.
The usual knock comes at the door.
"Come in," rings the familiar light airy tones; it was less formal than how it was around the others - Kimihiro probably knew exactly who was there. After all, he could feel where all the other 'pieces' were. Syaoran was no exception.
With the turn of the doorknob, the brunette easily lets himself in, closing the door behind him. It's obvious that Syaoran looks exhausted but was hiding it - he always had to look strong in front of the others. But in front of Kimihiro, as he was right now... he could only feel helpless.
It didn't help that the first expression that he could see on Kimihiro's face was one that's probably just as exhausted as Syaoran's was. But there was also something about it that seemed empty. Hollow.
"Kimihiro?" Worry traces Syaoran's expression. He doesn't hesitate as he gets closer. "Is—"
The rest of the words die in his throat. But the implications are already there.
Is everything alright?
"I'm fine," the current Witch of Dimensions replies without a second to spare, wearing a rather thin smile that doesn't even reach his eyes. "You shouldn't be so concerned about me, Syaoran."
"Please don't lie to me."
It was only natural for Syaoran to be able to catch onto the lies. They were the ones that were closer than any other, after all. Kimihiro's expression falls slightly before he simply closes his eyes and instead of saying anything more, he shows Syaoran everything he needs to know.
Watanuki Kimihiro's soul is still in pieces.
"... is it really going to stay like this, Kimihiro?"
Kimihiro simply shakes his head. "I'm not sure."
"There has to be some way I can help," Syaoran insists. "We're the same existence, so maybe—"
"No." Kimihiro cuts in, frowning. He is very much aware of how much Syaoran pours out for him. "You have done so much for me already, Syaoran. You shouldn't have to sacrifice even more for my sake. If I cannot repair it myself, then this will be something that I have to live with. I was the one who chose to hide away as a piece. I took this risk. The burden shall be mine alone."
"But..."
Kimihiro tugs his lips, trying to force himself to smile in spite of himself. "No buts." He places a hand on Syaoran's shoulder reassuringly. "The price you would have to pay to restore my soul by yourself would be too great. So don't try anything!"
And he would not want to put that burden on Syaoran.
He does not deserve it.
"I..." The words trail off as Syaoran closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I understand."
Even though it hurts to hear.
Even though it hurts to see him like this.
"Then... Kimihiro. For tonight, let me stay with you." If he could do anything to ease his pain in the slightest bit, he wants to.
After all, he's been alone for so long.
Leaving him alone while Syaoran was aware of his state would only make things worse for the two of them.
"...Alright." Kimihiro could accept that. It would allow the two of them to not be lonely, just this once. To not think about the longing they had for the people most important to them.
The next day.
Sunday.
A few knocks on the door of the master bedroom.
"Come in," comes the velvety, polite voice of the Witch of Misfortune.
The door opens to reveal Syaoran, looking at her with rather serious eyes and she immediately knows. Her brow furrows and she stares him down, a little suspect. Those are the eyes of someone who is going to become a killer.
That human is a traitor, just like the rest of them! Poor, poor, Kimihiro... he's only going to get hurt because of him. I have to prepare for the worst and warn him.
"I need to ask you for a favor."
"..."
She doesn't answer at first. In fact, a part of her is infuriated that he would even dare do something like that. For a flicker of a second, he can feel her flames of Misfortune in the air, hanging like a curse before she waves her hand, dismissing them entirely.
"Out with it, then." Annoyance slips out of her voice. Not like she was hiding it. It would simply be selfish. Humans were always like that, after all. They would never change.
He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't like the concept of it. Life is precious, after all, but if it was for him, if he could save him—
"If I killed someone. Would you be able to take away Kimihiro's misfortune?"
What?
The question makes her pause. A part of her can't help but question it, just a little bit.
She knows the truth, after all. Kimihiro and Syaoran are close. The two of them shared the same existence, but they are different people. This is selfish of him in the end.
But why would a human help a Witch......?
There must be some sort of gain that he gets out of this.
So she answers. "That depends. What specific misfortune do you wish to get rid of? I cannot make it that he is not the Witch of Dimensions, nor can I undo this Game."
"That isn't what I want," Syaoran replies coolly. "I want to save him. His soul has been shattered. You know that as well as I do. I want you to undo that. To fix his soul."
There's a pause for a flicker of a second.
And then-
She cackles madly, hiding her true feelings underneath the surface.
"Ahahahahaha!! You want me to undo thaaaaaaat?! You don't just waltz into a Witch's bedroom and just simply make demands like that!"
After all, she is the villain of this tale. She takes a few steps forward, grabbing Syaoran by the chin as her grin widens into something inhuman.
"You should be begging on your knees and submit to me! Grovel and say 'Nirrti, won't you please grant me my desires'?" Her eyes light up with amusement. "I am the Witch of Misfortune! A simple thing like that is nothiiiiing!! Very well, very well. If you kill someone and get away with it, I will grant it. I don't make exceptions, after all. Not even for Kimihiro's special piece."
That is something that she could guarantee, as the Witch.
And a part of her...
...truly, madly, deeply...
...wondered if he spoke the truth. And if he was, a part of her wished for his success. After all, it would do her no good to have a completely broken opponent, would it not? She wants to continue playing with him, after all. And if he completely broke because that hedgehog had permanently scarred his soul, it would no longer be any fun.
"Thank you," he says gratefully, tears watering in his eyes. It was a surprising sight to see for her. "Thank you. At least, now... I have the chance to save him."
"..."
She doesn't say anything more after that, listlessly watching Syaoran as he bowed politely and turned on his heel, walking right out.
The choice was made.
The game would truly begin once again in just a few days.
Oh, how she wondered how Kimihiro would feel about this...
Would he really be happy... with this choice...?
The days passed by.
Things went as normal - they would get a riddle on Wednesday, a 'demon' would appear bearing a name that would reveal something to the group in the future. And another chapter of the book was revealed to them.
But that didn't matter right now.
Not on Thursday evening.
All the living pieces could not help but be worried. If things would be the same as last week and the week before and the week before that-
They could not stop it.
They could not prevent the murder. Even if they want to.
Soon enough, midnight struck.
No matter where they were, everyone collapsed onto the ground. Except for two people.
Syaoran, of course, was awake. He had made his decision on Sunday. He would have to show his resolve for his wish. He said he would do almost anything for Kimihiro, hadn't he? Even if that meant hurting somebody-
Even if that meant killing the other person that was most important to him.
To gain something you must be willing to sacrifice. This is his choice.
The other person was the one he chose.
The person was already muttering words under his breath in his room. "I was picked again, huh. I should have figured... It's okay, though. As long as nobody else gets hurt."
Ironic, really. Given that Akira had originally targeted him specifically the week before but inevitably failed at killing him. Instead, the person who died in his place was Ryuji. It felt kind of unfair, really.
Of course, it wasn't as if he wanted to die.
But this was a game. He was considered a 'piece' by the rules of the game board.
... Steeling himself, the person that Syaoran chose stepped out of his room after taking a glance at his goggles that holds the AI, whispering two words of apology.
"I'm sorry."
He knew that whoever it was, they would probably be able to finish him off rather quickly. After all, he wasn't athletic in the slightest bit. Sure, he could run for a little bit, but...
And standing right outside of his door, already waiting for him was none other than Syaoran.
Syaoran had chosen Takumi.
Blue eyes widen slightly and his mouth tries to work the words out of his mouth but they just don't. Instead, he just looks shocked.
"Syao...ran?"
His brain doesn't seem to be working just right.
There has to be some sort of mistake.
It can't be Syaoran. It couldn't be. He... would never betray Watanuki-san, right? And more importantly, Syaoran had given him his true name, hadn't he?
He trusted him, so why—
"Takumi... I'm sorry," Syaoran speaks up apologetically. He doesn't move closer to him nor does he do anything just yet. "Can we talk for a bit?"
He doesn't answer at first. Silence hangs in the air for quite a bit of time, trying to process this.
"Okay."
If Syaoran was offering to talk, he'd listen.
Even now, he still trusted him in spite of the decision Syaoran's made.
All of a sudden, Syaoran reaches out, putting Takumi's hand in his own. Even if he doesn't deserve this feeling. Even if he doesn't deserve to do this. He then leads him to the sitting room, where he's already prepared some snacks.
A last supper, one could say.
"You chose me, didn't you?"
It's the first question Takumi asks after taking a seat on one of the couches.
Syaoran's gaze flits away, guilt eating at his expression.
"Yes."
He wasn't going to deny it. He wasn't going to run away, or lie.
"Can I ask... why?"
Syaoran closes his eyes. He can't face it. And maybe this way, he could say it without his heart wanting to shatter into pieces.
"I need to get away with the murder."
That was not what he expected at all.
"Why do you need to get away with it so badly, Syao-" No, he shakes his head. That isn't the name he should be using here. This is much too important for it. "Tsubasa?"
"..."
Syaoran doesn't say anything at first.
But he thinks that maybe Takumi deserves to know the truth.
"I told you before, didn't I? About Kimihiro's soul."
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he's referring to. And Takumi immediately understands.
"I found out, after the trial on Saturday that a part of his soul was destroyed and... he... he said that he hasn't been able to smile since it got destroyed."
"Wait... when Shadow killed his familiar?"
"He said it might be able to heal on its own, but... he's not sure."
Oh.
This was never about betrayal, to begin with.
Syaoran just chose Watanuki-san over him in the end.
"Ah..." Of course, it was like this. He takes the teacup in his hands and stares into the drink. "You want to reverse it, don't you?"
Syaoran nods his head.
"I don't want him to fully become a Witch, Takumi. If he loses himself because his soul can no longer be repaired... I don't know what I'll do. I'm sorry. I-"
"It's okay." Takumi cuts him off, wearing a small sad smile. "If killing me can help Watanuki-san, then..."
This time, it's Syaoran's turn to stop Takumi mid-sentence as he takes steps forward to pull him into his arms.
"You shouldn't be saying something like that, Takumi. You should be killing me instead-"
He shakes his head, keeping himself close.
"No, you have to live, for Watanuki-san's sake. You said it yourself, didn't you? I'm not going to doom all of us by killing you, Tsubasa. Watanuki-san would never forgive me. Not when I..."
Not when I love you so much.
Syaoran pulls away from him, taking a shaky breath as he speaks up.
"... I won't be kind to your body."
"I know. If you were too nice, people would figure it out, right?"
He's cooperating with his killer. It's kind of funny, looking at it like this. But if they can grant Syaoran's wish... then it's alright. Even if he wished that he could have done something more to prevent this.
"Yeah. But I'm not going to let you feel any of the pain, Takumi."
Syaoran's not going to let him feel the pain. He doesn't want him to.
"That's... what this tea is for, isn't it?"
Takumi figured it out when there was only one cup. And the scent smelled like death. It was only fitting.
Syaoran nods.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing. You already decided, didn't you? So follow through with it."
Takumi was right, of course. This was a decision he had already made from the very beginning.
From the moment he saw that Kimihiro wasn't healing.
From the moment he saw that Kimihiro wasn't smiling.
All he wants is to see that true, genuine smile once again.
To save him.
So—
"I love you, Takumi."
He kills Takumi not just with his actions, but his words, too.
He shouldn't feel this way. But he wants to say it. He wants to tell him the feelings that he's had for a while now, that he couldn't explain before. The twisting that he feels in his chest.
It's only right that he feels pain for this.
It's all his fault.
"I... feel the same way too," Takumi manages to reply, tears beginning to stream down the sides of his face.
No.
He can't just say that. He can't return his feelings, not with what he's doing—
"That's why I forgive you."
—not when he's about to kill him.
Syaoran's mind screams and it's right then and there that he takes out the knife from his pocket and doesn't hesitate, stabbing Takumi right through the heart.
While he was initially going to put him to sleep and kill him that way, he doesn't want Takumi to forgive him. He doesn't want Takumi to be in love with his very own killer.
Not for a twisted wish like this.
It doesn't take long for his life to fade away. And while Syaoran might hold regrets in his heart, his determination would keep him on the right track.
There was a lot of work to be done...
... But this was what he wanted, wasn't it? All he had to do now was fulfill the rest of the conditions to reach that wish.
The single one that he would reach with his own hands.