Sorry

By: Maya Amano

Summary: Life has always been amusing, full of emotions, life, and meaning... When suddenly reality comes, and one way or another, you know it ends... The very sting of DEATH... You can never get away with it, nor survive it, it was FATE, and FATE will always end, that way... Tragic Angst

Author's note: For all the readers, this would be a very sad, story, inspired by a real life story that would be no importance as of now, I don't know the real length of the story but this would be for sure, not more than 4 chapters. Tragic, violent, angsty. This is the main theme of the story, expect what you want to expect, believe what you want to believe... solemnly, I would not want to tell more of this, so... read...

Irony

Chapter 1

The splashing of the rain

The coldness of the wind

Made no avail

On what... it felt

Ironic, there was no other perfect word besides that stingy word. So pure was there, the melancholy, of the twilight's gazes...

It started to rain, and one could hear, all the droplets, like daggers of ice, fall... The involuntary chill ran throughout one's spine...

I stared, once again, to the red moon, seeing how it was superficially related to me. Dropping dead, I can't help but remember, things that have long so forgotten, things that should be erased – in order to live... sacrifices... in order to survive in the harsh world of reality. Shaking his head onto his side, he took a deep breath and clutched the metal that held its place unto his very hand.

Crimson...

Yes, he was covered again, for bloody nights, he never seemed to care, it was a test, and he added mentally, for a VERY logical self-defense.

That, was what he wanted to remind himself... never did he know, that he was growing addicted to it, which was an after thought at how he liked the taste of it.

Yet, he was never a vampire, nor anything else, he was he, himself and he, nothing more, nothing less.

And so, he continued, his endless journey, towards reality... This was the truth, and never was the truth to be wrong, he can't run away.

A strolled walk that seemed so endless, yet so short a distance was accompanied by the silent whisper of the rain. A very distant memory flowed in his mind.

There were lots of screaming... lots of frightful glances, as one by one...

"And I thought that was my reason..." monotonously, he shrugged. He tilted his head to look up, welcoming the drops of ice. "tsk" He looked ahead seeing only a blur of gray and black. His hands were getting numb, from the grip that he held, which he hadn't noticed.

He was disgusted at himself, he was wrong, as arrogant he is, he blew it all away. Pity.

The wind blew past his hair, it's irate current seemed to be matching the guilty feeling at the very pit of his stomach, that made his heart constrict, as a human being, he has feelings.

Under the tints of the shadows, scribbled and magnificently engraved was a name, of someone, that all of you must have known. The puddles of rain etched diamond like flowers to its edges, and that flower would die soon, so as to whom it was offered to.

Peaceful as it seems, but that is only today, you never know what happens tomorrow. Be thankful for what you are today.

Author's Note: I haven't revealed and spilled anything yet, it really seemed cold there don't you think? But it's not time to joke now, well, please review, if you're reading this, for the next chapter, I'd be revealing what happened, and why 'he' acted like that. For those who have hints on what happened, care to write it, but I'm not telling if it's right or wrong. OTHER than that, it's a big change for me to write this story, since I usually don't write these. If others are wondering when I will update, in about a week or so. Anyway, thanks for having time to read

–beams brightly-

Comments, suggestions, opinions, criticisms are fully welcome.

Full summary

Three of them pursued the same identical thing with one purpose that was solitary to one another, but their choices were quite diverse. The other wanted to prove herself by bringing the best of her talents. The other pursued his goal - and fate decided to play him hero - The other that had gone astray decided to pursue his vengeance, to be able to achieve certain things and eradicate his nightmares. To be able to achieve that certain something that all three of them wanted, which was power… sasusaku