Disclaimer: Don't own Kuroshitsuji.
A/N: Since I know not everyone likes songfics and I don't know if this song really fits, I will be posting a version without the lyrics. I chose this song because I felt that the chorus fit well.
Candle In The Wind
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
A open coffin sitting peacefully on the grassy ground. Hundreds of bodies, some recognized, some not, gathered around it. Four figures standing right in front of the coffin were silent, some with tears running down their faces, some holding back, attempting to be strong.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Grell's makeup was almost gone, washed away by the salty water flowing down his face, Ronald was engulfed in sadness as a single tear ran slipped his face for his fallen friend. Even William T. Spears, the strict, stick-stuck-up-his-ass, office manager stood solemnly for the young shinigami in the coffin, eyes brimming with tears that he wouldn't let fall. But the truly heartbreaking sight on this day was Eric Slingby, so strong and commanding at any other time, sobbing uncontrollably as he took in the sight of the small, frail figure resting in the casket.
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
It was such an unusual sight to behold the determined, forceful shinigami actually crying that it moved many others to tears. Alan Humphries, though small and quiet, had many friends and acquaintances, all of whom had shown up to wish their last respects to their dear departed associate.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Alan, small in life, seemed even more petite lying in the coffin made specifically for him by the man with his hand rested on the lid of the coffin. Even the retired shinigami had come away from the human world to see his compatriot off on his journey to the next life. When the time came for everyone to come up and say their final goodbyes to Alan, the five best-known shinigami stayed back.
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
After everyone had left, the five remained. Slowly, they went up one by one to give their last words to the man whom they'd all considered a friend and more.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
William went up and bowed his head to the coffin, "You were a great worker Alan...and a good friend." With that, he walked away.
Ronald went up and said his goodbye without needing to verbalize it. Undertaker stared sadly down at the reaper that had died far before his time and shook his head before following the others. The two left were Grell and Eric and Grell knew it was his turn to go up and the red reaper stepped forward and laid a red handkerchief down on the young reapers chest. It was embroidered with the phrase Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. He then left to let the other shinigami express his feelings in peace.
Eric wanted to tell the younger shinigami everything he meant to him and more, but all that came out was a choked sob. Alan had been so much more than his friend, even more so than his lover. The two had shared a bond that no one else could duplicate, no matter the circumstance and Eric knew he would be completely dead inside until the day he too deceased because of this loss. Alan would have hated that though, and Eric knew he had to at least put on a brave face and continue on with his job and his life, if only for his partner's sake. Kissing Alan one last time, he shut the lid, seeing Undertaker coming back to sink the casket into the ground for Alan's eternal rest. The sobbing man stood straight and went to catch up with the others. Only one thing comforted Eric that day, and it was the fact that he knew that Alan Humphries had died lone before his legend ever would.