Another fanfiction idea that came to mind. ^^ I love Giriko and Justin so much, it's just completely ridiculous! This one is a little bit darker than my other fanfiction, "Death-Metal Melody". o-o I hope you like it anyway.
I do not own Soul Eater.
"Our Father, which art in heaven…"
The rain pelting the stain-glass windows was loud, but not as crashing and horrific as the roll of the thunder.
"… Hallowed be thy Name…"
The termites indulged on the rotten pews that sat in the main chapel.
"…Thy Kingdom Come… Thy Will be Done…"
The chapel doors swung open.
"… In earth, as it is in Heaven…"
"Justin, sir."
Justin Law opened his eyes, standing up from his bowing place, turning to the doors. It was one of the soldier men, one who looked a bit injured and in pain. "We're heading back, sir," he managed out. Justin looked at him quietly. The roar of the storm that had begun to rage was almost deafening.
Almost as deafening as his soul, which could still be heard, but distantly… so distantly…
"I'll be with you in a moment," Justin said, "May God bless you." The soldier nodded, giving him a smile in appreciation for the blessing before leaving out into the storm. Justin looked back to the cross at the center of the altar, his life fading. Just a moment ago, he and the others had destroyed Arachnophobia. Everything seemed to be at ease once again… Except for that man…
I'm still gonna kick your ass someday!
Justin held his head in his hands, feeling a migraine forming in the back of his head. He turned down the volume of his music, sighing tiredly. That man was nothing but trouble, what was he worth? "My Lord, My God," he said, bowing in his stance once again, "Forgive me for my prayers cutting off as they had, it was only a mere distraction."
Distraction, huh?
Justin's violet-blue eyes widened, and he flipped around, standing quickly, his guillotine flashing as it appeared on his wrist. He looked around, sweat forming on his brow. He could have sworn he heard that man's voice… But that soul was so distant, not even close to his location.
Tch, you're not going to forget about me that easy, now, are you?
Justin whipped back to the altar, raising his arm. He saw nothing but the cross that held his Lord, nobody else but that. Sweat formed on his brow. Was there something wrong with him?
That's when he felt the warm body press against his back, an arm wrapping around his midsection, a cloth moving up to his face and placing itself on his mouth and nose. Justin's eyes widened, and he heard a familiar chuckle behind him, right in his ear, warm breath that sent a shiver up his spine. Before he could tell himself to hold his breath, he took in a sharp one, and, upon inhaling the scent of the cloth, he fell into an unconscious slumber.
Darkness enveloped him.
You won't forget me. You can't forget me, you know why?
Justin felt a hand cup his cheek, lips inches from his own. Justin looked around in the blackness, looking for the source of such unpleasantly intimate feeling.
Because I drive you crazy.
Justin watched the blackness.
I make you go fucking insane.
Justin held his breath, closing his eyes. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy Name. Thy Kingdom Come, Thy will be done in Earth, as it is in heaven. Give us the day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, forever and ever…"
Your prayers won't be answered.
Justin held back his fear.
You're lost.
Justin felt himself begin to awaken.
"Amen."
It's short, but I enjoyed writing it… I was actually rushed by my annoying brother. "You almost done?" "Almost…" and then five minutes later, "You almost done?" "ALMOST." So yeah… I would have done more, but sadly, no. You can refer to my brother as "DefianceMonki". :D
Review, please~!