Note:For AoGA, the group of amazing authors who changed my life. The words/phrases in italics are some of the pennames of the members - I couldn't include everyone, so I'm sorry for that. I modified some of the pennames, too, so I hope you can bear with it. Cheers to the people who'll get the references to four other fandoms and one famous poem. Anyway, long live the 2013 House Cup!
Characters: Izumi Yukihara, Yuka Azumi
last lesson
this is our tragedy, love, and you are left to wait for me to whisk you away to Neverland.
you look through the misty
autumn window
and think that the fall is
such a sad season.
everything dies -
turns into a shade of
brown that's a bit lighter than
the soil on the ground,
and in the quiet eclipse
the black mayas perch themselves
on willows and chirp the
melodies of a
november romeo.
the devil's song, is it?
you drum your fingers
on the fiberglass and
marvel at the infinite colors that
paint the scenery of the backyard.
it's all so dead,
and it's beautiful to know
that it had all been alive
once upon a time.
you wish that things never change
but they'll have to, won't they?
you've always been my
hopeless romantic, love,
as you stare off to the
grapefruit sky while
sitting in the silence.
it's never a tearless sonnet for you,
honey,
and you watch a snowflake fall
((it's winter already?)) with
hidden frantic emotions and
unknown pain. even
the september lilies have
faded now,
but you continue
your dreaming reverie
and imagine, just imagine
that you're still that
little cute girl that I used
to give candy to.
you're the tortured poet, my love,
you're the only one in the world.
((it's your hobby, your occupation, your need
to see the meteor showers
litter across the universe;
and the transient tears just
keep coming.))
don't ever leave that window, dear
because I have come to fetch you.
((I'm death's servant now,
didn't you realize?))
you're melting, fading away
and with the corrosive beauty
behind the fiberglass
you'll be silenced
at midnight.
you say to yourself
that this pen is red and you dip
the quill in your torn flesh -
you've always had
prose vanity, my love.
and yet you pine for someone
who isn't there anymore.
you're not edgar allan poe
who'll write about
sandy shores
and annabelle.
you're rae - the cloaked raven who
witnessed The End.
((caused it, perhaps?))
ours is not a vanilla coated love
we're not drunken strawberries
who keep bickering gibberish.
we're izumi-and-yuka,
the pair who'll go up
in auburn flames that are as
vibrant as the leaves descending to
the broken earth.
this is our tragedy, love, and
you are left to wait for
me to whisk you away to Neverland.
that doesn't extinguish your
passion for writing, though -
you find the vanishing spectacles
on your enchanted notes
and scribble
words that will forever seal
our failed destiny.
in your bittersweet apathy
you draw solace from
compensating for your indifference
by pouring the sentences
on your bloodstained
book.
do you remember the 29th of
september, love?
that's when you started wilting.
there's no silverlake of unicorn blood
to save you now,
and in that current
state, people call you a
hilarious storyteller
extraordinaire -
for short,
hilaire.
they're laughing at you, love,
because you write
with the scent of rust
and wait for someone who's not
coming back.
((oh, but I am coming back for you,
aren't I?))
you think you're living
in a world of reds and greens.
I have to tell you that
you're wrong, darling.
ever since I departed,
black and white swallowed
your galaxy and you're left
with an uncoloured, vintage
photograph.
you're the undeveloped psychopath
((but I'll always love you for that.))
so look up from your novel, love,
open your window
and feel the wind once more
((one last time, before you'll go.))
I'll be there
as a whisper, and
I have come for your salvation.
you won't be locked up
in the highest turret anymore.
just follow your heart, love,
and listen to the secretive music
of the noises around you.
come now, my Yuka,
take my wisp of a hand
and don't let go.
let's fly, shall we?
you will be falling to the deep abyss
like how we fell in love
ages ago.
we'll be together soon, dear -
you don't have wings
((you're a demon now))
so you'll have to spread your arms
for an endless flight.
((you're icarus, and you'll suffer
the same way he did -
you'll burn.))
come along now.
jump and soar with me.
the fall isn't only a sad season -
it's the only way for you
to end your story written
in crimson ink, and the
only means
of getting down here
((and seeing me)).
believe me, love, I'm always right - I'll teach you everything that's necessary.
one last lesson before you hit the pavement.
let's learn some French now, shall we?
au revoir, repeat after me.
(("au revoir."))
well, then,
the clock strikes twelve
and a terrible crack rips through
the atmosphere.
we're together now.
((don't worry, it's always spring here.))
((we'll be alive forevermore.))
((no one has to leave and die.))
((everything will be okay from now on, Yuka.))
(("I trust you, Izumi."))