Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei! …That was so hard to say…!
The Last
Watari is usually a happy, easy-going guy, but death is hard on everyone. It was a normal day in the life of the shinigami when Konoe brought Watari a letter. Tsuzuki and Tatsumi and Hisoka were there at the time, and they watched in horror as Watari's smile melted away into one of pain and anguish. Watari put a hand up to cover his mouth as the other slowly crinkled up the notice. Konoe patted him on the back, and soon, the smile was back. But, anyone who was anyone could tell it was a false smile, unlike the so many genuine ones the man shared.
"I'll be fine. Thank you…"
He left the office early that day. Apparently, the last friend Watari has in his former life had just died. He wore all black and left his hair hang low as he stood in the back of the crowd at the service. He didn't say a word, but inside, he was screaming and crying. It felt like dying all over again. After everyone had gone, he remained to look upon the grave. He placed a small, yellow rose upon the coffin. He stared down at the engravings made on the side. They held the names of every person in their friendship group. Watari's name was the first, because he was the one who died first and that filled him with grief. All his friends began dying right after he did, and he couldn't help but blame himself for it. He collapsed onto the grass and moaned loudly.