January Kid Liz Week!
Prompt: Begin
Genre: Angst
Rating: T
Warning: Character death.
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It was the end of an era, the end of something beautiful, the end of a lifestyle that was safe, at least for the most part. And the beginning of a time of hurt, longing, and even fear. Nobody thought it could happen, especially not to him. But it did, and that's the part that was the scariest.
Cancer. That stupid word with a connotation bigger than Black*Star's ego, had taken her meister. And the man she had come to love. She didn't think he knew it, she had done her best to keep her feelings hidden, and she felt she had done a pretty fair job.
And that was one of her biggest regrets. If only she had told him before he died how she felt, then she wouldn't have to feel that constant wondering about how he felt, or if he might be alive. She wasn't an idiot. She knew that her proclamation of love alone would not have kept him alive, but she had heard stories of people gaining strength from simple knowledge with meaning to them, and staying alive.
She knew it wasn't her fault he got sick. Shinigami's weren't impervious to everything. Maybe if the cancer had been caught sooner, he might've had a better chance. But they caught it late. Too late. And now he was gone.
The cancer, it was leukemia. Virtually unstoppable leukemia. Once it was found, even after treatment, he only lived for about 7 months. They said that was longer than they had expected. But as it was, those 7 months passed in the blink of an eye. It wasn't fair. How could life take someone so young, or someone so wonderful and full of life, albeit a bit OCD, maybe more than a bit, but still she couldn't understand how life could just take him.
Him. Death the Kid. A young Shinigami that was destined to take the spot of the Grim Reaper. He never would now. Now he was 6 feet under pushing daisies. He was worm food. And God she loved that pile of rotting flesh with all her heart. If only she knew how he felt about her before he died. It didn't matter now.
He had left the entire house to the two sisters, his entire fortune too. Everything, every last thing he had, went to them. The house was unbearingly quiet without him. It was impossible to believe, but it was quiet. She suplimented her time alone with keeping the house up to his OCD-rific standards. Except his room. She never even set foot in his room. That is until today.
It was time for her to do it. To climb over the hump that had built up infront of her. She looked at his door, summining the strength to open the door. She finally did, and entered the haven. She didn't expect to see what she did. There was a note on his pillow. In the exact middle. Of course, even in death he was symmetrical. It brought a sad smile to her face.
She opened the note and read it. Her eyes reading and re-reading and re-reading. A lone tear rolled down her cheeks and she whispered her final words of misery and pain, in this, the beginning of a new chapter in her life.
"I love you too, Kid."
AN: What can I say, I love me some angst. So this was for KidLiz Week, January- I highly recommend going and looking at it on dA- this month I was the only one that did it, but ya know, whatever. If you're waiting for other updates, I've been sick and I lost pretty much everything, but I'll get it all back and when I do I'll do a mass update ^^;
IMAxENIGMAx out. PEACE!