The Nezumi's Funeral
Everyone was wearing black. Even Tohru who adored bright colours. The snow was falling all around the Juunishi. Kyo would remember this day as long as he lived. The nezumi's funeral. He tuned out the pastor's toneless voice and focused on the others around him.
He remembered that day so clearly, too clearly. The day Yuki died and the day Kyo's heart broke. But he didn't want to think about that. He focused on the other Juunishi.
Hiro was holding Kisa as sobs wracked her small body. Haru and Rin stood resolutely holding hands seemingly like statues but Kyo saw the tears rolling down their cheeks. Hatori's face was set and you could see no emotion there. The expression frightened Kyo and he felt a flicker of worry for the doctor. Shigure was openly crying. And Ayame… Ayame was the worst. Awhile ago he had fallen to his knees weeping silently. Momiji was holding his hand and crying with him.
It was amazing how Yuki's death had caused so much pain. It was as if of all of the Juunishi he had been the most loved.
Suddenly, another black-clad figure appeared. Everyone stared in shock because it was Akito-sama. Hatori had said that she was too sick to come and yet here she was. Hatori rushed to her side.
"Akito, you shouldn't be here in the snow like this," he said worriedly.
She stared at him stubbornly for awhile and then her face crumpled before their eyes and she trembled.
"I loved him too, you know,"she whispered. "I loved him, too".
And suddenly every ounce of hate Kyo had for Akito vanished. He could not hate someone who had love Yuki. And Akito finally acted like a human being.
And all the while the preacher went on and on.