For many a year, I have had a desire for a new world

With no crimes, no pains to rule the Earth

And on that very fateful day

When the most evil of creations descended upon me

I approached it, carefully but surely

Held it in my hands, feeling real vigor

One would have thought it was a curse

But no, what I had discovered

Was nothing more and nothing less

Than the promise of mankind's salvation.

A weapon of death, this blessing was

The ultimate weapon for eradication Earth's scum.

With the help of a harbinger of death,

I used it again and again to kill

Those who dare cause their brothers pain,

Those that who spare not a thought for others.

Now that the evil was slowly dwindling

I truly felt that now, everyone could live together

Peacefully, with not even one exchange of blows

Not one major calamity to befall anyone.

But what is this? Someone dares to think otherwise

A raven-haired detective, said to have solved many cases

Who went by only a single letter.

The minute my eyes took notice of this man,

My first impressions of him were that there was no way

No possible way that he could be the legendary detective

His hair unkempt, his eating habits atrocious

The atmosphere I felt from him, one of enigma

And his childishness, his desperation for winning

Greater than I ever would have thought.

Nonetheless, this man posed so great a threat

That despite his demeanour, I must take due care

In making him the top of my priorities

To wipe from the face of the Earth.

But alas, I had to forgo my death implement

Temporarily so as to get the information I needed from him.

And so my memories of the God-granted item departed,

This left me with the others

To work alongside the world's strongest intellect

Only to deceive him in the end.

At first, we were bitter enemies

Fighting against one another, in a battle of wits

But during the time the dark article was not in my possession

He went so far as to chain me to him with handcuffs

And declare that we could never leave each other.

I was initially outraged at this news

But he, being the lonely person that he was

Called me his first friend

I had no idea what was going on in that dark-maned head of his

But it was at least a sign that my plans were working.

As time flew by

With us being at each other's sides

Not being separated once, however,

I felt this bizarre bond forming between us

Was my antipathy towards the blonde woman

Really out of how she followed me like a dog?

Or that she was always the one person

To always come between I and the man of raven hair?

And then I knew, why I was feeling as I did right now

Though it was vague at first, I was enamoured by him.

One gloomy day, it had begun to rain

The sky flooded with dark clouds

I randomly walked outside in the downpour

Sure enough, there he stood

Staring at the sky, with a neutral face

As if he was trying to find the answer to this mystery.

He noticed my approach, as if sensing my presence

I called out to him, but he did not hear

I called again, and my voice finally reached his ears

And we took shelter from the frigid rain.

I had two snow-white towels and gave one to him

So that he could dry himself of the unclean water.

Then, all of a sudden, I found him at my feet

And lightly jolted at his chilly but refreshing touch.

He had offered to massage and dry my feet

And, being in love with him, I could not pass up the offer.

He claimed that he was very good at it

I believed him right away

As his fingers palpated every square inch of my foot,

Gracing me with an elating touch.

I was drenched in the rain, sure, but not as soaked as he

"You're all wet," I told him

Catching water dripping from that silky black hair

I moved my hand further down to dry the rest of him

His hands still nervously caressing my foot

He jerked as I had done when I touched his chest

I noticed that his temperature was far above normal

And his breath just as warm

No matter how hard I dried his chest

It remained as wet as the rain itself.

What was most odd

Was not his body warmth and how high it was

Nor was it his breathing, almost too shallow

But the left side of his chest

And the heart that danced underneath

So rapidly, and so beautifully

To think that I could feel and hear such a thing

Bought joy to my own heart.

I wonder, could he have been undergoing all of this

Because he, too, loved me so?

I had sincerely though this

I knew it, the answer was instilled in my mind

He even managed to tell me before it was all too late

Death was now meeting him in the face

His name had been given to an evil one

And now that same heart I have heard,

That same heart my whole being knew so well

Was as still and quiet as a lifeless desert

No longer would we so intimately connect

Or feel our hearts beating against one another.

While the others who fought alongside him flocked

Futilely rushed to his side, hoping he had lived

I smiled, laughed, put on a happy face

But really, deep down in my weak heart

I grieved and mourned more than anyone else had

I could barely watch him being buried

Being taken away from me by the Lord in Heaven

It almost seemed unreal

And I really had wished that it was

So that I might see him again.

What seemed like forever has passed

And two young men just like him

Now stand in my way

But I was not foolish enough to fall for people like these.

Despite their similarity to him

How they fought against the killer

How they, along with a few others

Wanted to get rid of me

Despite how I knew I was fighting him again

Neither of the two could ever replace my late dearest.

Yet even due to what little oppression I had received,

Be it that revolting blonde woman

Or the childish silver-haired youth

Or the young man who had a fetish for chestnut-colored confection

Or those who had been fighting with me

Even before he had passed on,

I was so close to my new world

My world in which I would reign

I had fooled them all, and so I laughed

Knowing that my initial goal was now achieved.

Or so I thought I was now a god

But it was that evil from the foreign realm

Who now became my doom

Using that long-nailed hand of his

He slowly but surely drained my life.

No! I was not yet ready to take my leave

There was still so much I had to do

In an apprehensive but pathetic attempt

To try and escape my fate

I ran, ran as fast as I could away from it all.

I had been going as fast as I could

Fleeing with all my might for a while now

And I now reached the end of the road.

I sat below the setting sun, panting hard

I never thought I would have been defeated

So many had supported me, thought that I was their god

Yet those who had opposed me were far stronger

Far more clever than my needless disciples

I guess I really deserved this fate

I was now ready to receive death.

But just before my soul left my dying shell

There he was, the man I had adored, far across from I

Even in my last moments, I loved him deeply

That he was present before me, his spirit there

Made my departure not even the least bit painful

Oh, thank you, god from the other realm

For blessing this sad man with his fair image again

Nothing could have soothed my raging soul any better

And so I slowly shut my eyes, crossing over

So blissful that his dulcet heartbeat could resonate in my ears again.