A/N: hello minna! merry christmas! I had this story for some months already and then i decided to post it now before the year ends! so, here you all go! For LucyShipper1948, i hope you like this! thank you for the request of this story! For everyone, thank you very much... especially to C-J-V for everything! anyways, forget this long author's note and let's get on the story, shall we? Merry Christmas once again!
discalimer: i do not own fairy tail or katekyo hitman reborn.
warnings: ooc-ness? oh well...
Summary: All of us deserve to love and to be loved. No matter what the condition, time, and consequence… people still fall in love. This is a fact. Everyone is loved, even though hated… Even though mistreated… even though hope is lost. With love and trust, it is all worth it.
Prologue
'Am I worthy to love?'
I laugh soundlessly, asking this question to myself yet right now…I feel hopeless… useless…
(I always see her die…)
There is nothing I can do. All I can do is to carry her in my arms as she slept with a smile that I know…
Won't last forever.
All of our promises… they were never fulfilled. "Love lasts forever." everyone says.
(Lies…)
But do they know how much it pains me to see this all?
Love won't last.
(No. Not forever.)
Never.
"Remember, my son, we don't control our faith. No one but us can." His mother smiled, "Live on. Do not let it crush you. Be strong. Everyone needs love, right?"
A tear slid down his face, looking at the lingering smile etched on his mother's face. So... this was it. He knew it. Her hand fell limp from his grasp. Cold.
Dull… cold… those were the eyes that stared at him, loss of the warmth they held just a while ago. Now just a hollow abyss, staring dull and cold at him. Wiping away his tears, he closed them.
He pulled over the white cloth over her, fully knowing it was the end. His mother… his only mother, had also left him. His tiny little fists clenched.
Why does everyone keep leaving him? Why does the world mock him as he grieves continually at his losses?
He sniffed, more tears rolling down his cheeks. What did he do to deserve this? What gave the world the right to tear up his life like this? He closed his eyes, willing himself to stop the tears from flowing. Darkness. Will darkness be his only solitude?
Maybe.
He opened his eyes. Light. Never in his life did he find life as hope. It was silly connecting light to hope. Light was just light, just as darkness is just darkness.
Looking at his mother's covered corpse, wasn't he right? If light was hope, who then, could come take him? His light was extinguished before him, laying in front of him… covered in cloth.
Dead.
No one can take him. This is reality.
He was in the pits of the abyss…
He jolted awake, panting for air as if he'd just run a marathon. A dream… He moved to wipe his sweat but stopped. He looked at his hands.
Blood.
His hand was shaking and he noted, so was he. His body shook, his breathing hard. He looked around, seemingly unaware but when he did, he was shocked. He wanted to kill himself.
He wanted to die.
(What was the use of living when everyone you love dies?)
Calming his breath, he closed his eyes. He opened them again, now filled with determination. He needed a good place. And a good place, he knows…
He finished tying up the rope on the tree. He had it tied on the highest and sturdiest branch he could find. He formed a circle at the end of the rope, wide enough to fit his head and strong enough not to break on his weight.
He looked around. He sought out any other presence should there be a witness to what he will do. He found none. Fixing the noose on his neck, a tear escaped from his eyes.
"Goodbye… world."
And he jumped.
He woke up with a start. He was in his bedroom. Funny. A minute ago he had just tried to kill himself. His hand grasped his neck, feeling for the rope marks. There was none.
He chuckled to himself. It must be that again.
He sighed, easing his way out of his bed. Reaching for the curtain, he pushed them aside. Light. It was nighttime. Lights have all but consumed the streets with brightness. It was a beautiful sight but...
Not for him.
Light have long faded and abandoned him. Since then, the darkness was his 'hope'.
He closed the curtains, blocking out the light from the outside, leaving him in the darkness of his room. Amethyst eyes, once bright and mischievous, now became dull…
A young lady yawned as she closed her book with a soft clap, placing it on her desk. She stretched out her back and legs like a cat settling for a nap, a soft crack resounding as she did so. She stood up, walking to the balcony. A bright smile formed on her lips.
"Even after all these years, I could never get enough of this sight…" Lights spread out everywhere within the view of the city like an embrace of light. Different colors illuminated all around. At the center, there was a dancing fountain. Lights glistened with the water, making an image of a beautiful dance.
A sigh escaped her lips as she watched in content. The city was like an embodiment of light that one wouldn't see or notice during the day. Except for one place.
The University.
It remains as the black part of the city in the mid-center. The lights were off, conserved for facilities of students to use during the classes in the day instead.
Staring at the famous 'Dark Spot' as she nicknamed the place, she frowned. Amidst the darkness, she spotted a mop of white hair. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. The figure was still there. Without thinking much, she ran out of her apartment…
It was already nighttime. Lights have dominated the streets with brightness as people are in the process of going home for the day. In the midst of this, a young man with white hair was silently walking towards his destination. Unlike most people headed for home, he had a different destination in mind: the University.
As the gates came into his vision, a sad smile morphed into his lips. What was he doing here? He wondered. He shook his head slightly, fully knowing the answer to that question himself. Pushing the gates open, he slowly made his way inside. He looked up at the building and walked inside. He walked towards the stairs… and another set of stairs… and another…
Drifting in his memories, he made his way to the rooftop. Cold winds welcomed him as he opened the door. Bit of memories surged in but he ignored them.
"I should have already been dead by now…" he mumbled, closing the door behind him. He had just woken up, surprised to find himself alive. That event made it clear that he died, but he woke up to the comfort of his bedroom just now.
He stared absently at the city. He should be happy right? After all, he was in someplace very far away from her...
But why does he feel sad?
Maybe...
.
.
.
Maybe because... He was afraid.
The farther he gets, the more he feels he can't ever go back. He chuckled. That doesn't matter now, does it?
Because he can't and won't ever go back...
He walked over the ledge, looking everywhere and smiled. It's unfair. He wanted to die yet here he was again repeating the same process again. "I guess… this is goodbye…" stepping over the ledge, he let himself fall. How many times have he done this? 2? 10? 50? He can't remember. They were too many times to count. Even his last words were almost cliché from being repeated for far too many times…
But as he mused about this he heard a faint creaking of the door and a shout. He closed his eyes. It seems that time had begun to slow down. He was somewhat falling slowly, immersed in his memories.
A scream. A shrill scream jolted him out of his reverie. A scream shocking him to the core as a similar scream rang in his head. His eyes flew open, covering his ears in a desperate attempt to block them out.
He spread out his wings and left...
She reached the University just in time to see the albino on the rooftop, looking absently at the city. She ran inside the building. She didn't even know the guy but she just had a bad feeling. She ran and ran until she reached the rooftop, just in time to see the guy fall.
"Wait!" she suddenly shouted but she somehow knew he might have not heard it. She watched in horror as time seemed to slow down and saw the guy fall over the ledge.
"NOOOOOO!" she screamed and ran over the edge. What just happened? Someone just jumped from a 3 story high building, that's what. She hoped the guy was alright, if by some miracle some tree, bush or anything would have saved him. She couldn't just accept seeing someone die. Not in front of her.
Her conscience immediately scolded her though. Even if something somehow saved him from that fall he would not be alright. But it wouldn't hurt to hope, right? Of course. It would be forever her nightmare if that guy was dead and she was the one to be the witness to his last moment and (she hoped not) death.
She looked, hoping to see the body but there was none. Did he roll over? Was he alright afterall?
She ran out of the roof top, jumping over the stairs and ran as if her life depended on it. She had JUST seen a guy kill himself and she can't help but be guilty that in some way, she wasn't able to help the guy. There was no body meaning, he wasn't dead. She doesn't know why but she was sure he wasn't dead.
She reached the spot where the guy was supposed to land and she didn't see anything. She looked around and frowned when she didn't find anything. She walked to the spot when something soft touched her foot. She looked down, surprised that she ran there on slippers. She picked up the soft thing. It was a feather. A black feather.
She let out a sigh of relief as she entered her apartment. She dropped unceremoniously on her bed, her face buried on a pillow. She was really, really, really tired after all the running she had done.
She took the black feather from her pocket and examined it with great care. How come instead of the young man with white hair, she found this? Was that guy a figment of her imagination or… or… what?
Who is he?
Moreover, where did he go?
She just couldn't dismiss the notion as a figment of her imagination. And seriously, her imagination is not even that good. A guy with white hair who had just tried to kill himself with her being the witness? It sounds like some mystery novel. Really, even her imagination couldn't be that good.
Feeling drowsiness starting to wash over her, she set the feather next to her book. She yawned as she laid down on her bed. Pushing aside the thoughts about who that guy is, she switched off her bedside lamp and snuggled herself inside the covers. Anything concerning the strange stranger who may or may not be a figment of her imagination can wait. As of now, she can only hope to get a nice rest and think of the matter another day...
She didn't notice the pair of amethyst eyes from her window, looking at her with the most pained expression. He breathed against the cold glass of the window, fogging it as a substitute for paper. He placed his finger on it and wrote. He soon disappeared as a swoosh of a pair of wings was heard. A sound that was mistaken for the wind as the young lady snuggled deeper in her covers…
'I'm sorry...'
=end of prologue=
A/N: hello, minna! another story for all of you! i hope you enjoyed this! please read and review minna!