Title: He Was Dead

Author: Pentagramy

Pairings: Kai x Takao

Warnings: Mentions of yaoi

Disclaimer: I don't own it, and if I did, there would be Kai/Takao hugging at every corner and Rei/Takao kissing when I felt it was needed. So, obviously, I don't own Beyblade. I do, however, try to make the guys do kissy-faces and sweet hugs with my power over Microsoft Word—which I don't own. Dammit. I don't own And then I Died, either.

Note: I dedicate this to And then I Died, by orengi-smile. I don't know what happened to her, as her writings have stopped, but And then I Died always makes me cry at how heart-touching it is. It can be found in my favorite stories.

Summary: My follow-up on And then I Died, by orenjii-smile. A poem in Takao's POV, after Kai's death.

He died the other day.

Other was it months ago?

I don't know.

People tell me it will be okay.

I know, but I ignore them.

I know that you already knew how to fly.

You had the flight lessons.

You just needed the wings

And, just like that, you had them.

How long was it?

How long did your body hold out?

You had cancer, and your body was fading.

But you were gone, gone long before your body.

So I mourned you then.

I can't mourn you now, even though they tell me to.

I asked them, "Mourn what?"

And one struck out at me.

There was a day of mourning for you, internationally.

People came from all over.

"Such a shame," they'd whisper.

And I'd ask, "What's 'such a shame'?", because I honestly didn't know.

But neither did they.

But that's okay.

They're only mourning the body.

My lover died long ago.

I had tried to keep you—I really did!

But I gave up, gave in.

So I could die, right along with you.

I thought that was enough reasoning, enough good reasoning.

I told you I was dying, so I could be with you.

And you said to me, "I will be inside the one that holds you. Then I wouldn't be."

I didn't get it at the time, but I get it now.

You were saying you will die before your body—but you weren't dead yet.

I felt relieved.

You know, they, our friends, still mourn sometimes.

But they shouldn't mourn over a body.

They don't get it, I guess.

He'll come back, just for us.

Because he said, if I was the sky, if I was the sky, then he was a bird.

And that if he died, if he died, he would learn to fly better than a bird.

And then he would come back for me—us, I bet, if I begged enough.

I believe him.

But, silently, every night—when Rei comes in and when he doesn't—I whisper:

Come back for me, Kai.

Don't forget.

Please.

Pent: I suddenly got this idea, because And then I Died is my favorite story, and will continue to be throughout my life, probably, with its heart-touching ways. Please review me, and read that, also. It can be found in my Favorite Stories.