Keisuke:
Inches away from the gate, the sweat running down his forehead. Dripping past the determination on his face and falling to hit the ground blending in with the vast amount of blood trailing behind him and his brother. Tasuke's breathing was extremely labored and his eyes were close to darkness. Keisuke tightens the grip around his right wrist, assuring his hold on Tasuke. With his brother draped across his shoulders, feet dragging along the ground and head hanging low, Keisuke crosses the boundary into Death's domain. He immediately collapses under the weight of his brother, brought on by the lack of energy after having travelled miles on end to get him here. He lays him on the ground, elevating his left leg from the ground so that the spear lodged in it will not cause him anymore pain than it already has. Tasuke's head rests upon Keisuke's knees, his breathing becoming less frequent. Keisuke pulls back his sweat filled hair and wipes his brow, looking down at his brother, he frantically shouts.*
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! PLEASE!"