This is Watari's POV on the last segment of episode 12 of the anime (Kyoto Arc part 3) when Muraki shows up to take a comatose Tsuzuki away. I initially wanted to make it a 3 parter, with Tatsumi and Hisoka's voices following next. But after I finished this part it felt so complete that I didn't feel like continuing it.
This is also (I suppose!) the prequel to another series I have in mind, which will take off after the scene below and go into a completely new direction, different from the anime. I've made solid plans to write it down as it is, in truth, the first YnM idea that came to my mind. But who knows how good one is in keeping promises ;)
All right, here we go. I hope the formatting comes out right.
*Voices Screaming*-------------------------------------
What the hell is this?
Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki! TSUZUKI!!!!
.
.
.
Tsuzuki is gone. He went with the snowstorm of feathers…………… into the blinding light.
We lost him to the light.
But we didn't, did we? We lost him to the devil himself.
And while the devil was holding him in his arms, my eyes fell on his innocent face. Beautiful and fragile, tormented beyond bearing. His vibrant eyes were shuttered by the tired lids, thick lashes shadowing tear-stained cheeks. He looked so beaten, so lost.
the picture of
a fallen angel.
But the angel was captured. Caught in the talons of a demon that only craved destruction. Crying silently, unconsciously, while the smiling monster took him.
My angel, so defenseless, so quiet in those arms. Accepting his fate without a protest or a fight. Inviting pain and torment to repent for sins he thought were committed a long time ago. Accepting the loss of his innocence, his mind and body, inviting it…
with open arms.
I looked at the image, and it told me what it was.
The ultimate triumph of evil over good.
And so I cried.
And I cried even more as the devil picked him up to leave. I screamed his name over and over. I wanted him to wake up and come back to me. I wanted him to smile, to look at me with those amethyst gems and ask me to give him more sweets. But my cries where lost in the roars of the phoenix, and the voices of my colleagues screaming around me……
……………………those who were more important than I was
…………………………………those who said they loved him more
But it was I who was shaken the most by that image. I, who had seen it first, and who knew that no matter how hard I would try, I won't be able to shake it out of my mind. It is imprinted in me, forever. That image…
of a demon holding a man
a man who was loved by more people than one could imagine…
a man who touched many hearts with his beauty and his kindness
with the purity of his heart
An angel…falling…broken…lost
dying
in the hands of the darkest evil
~Fin
----Tessa