Title : Kiss on the Cheek
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Characters including KHR.
Genre : Angst / Friendship
Warning : Character Death. OOCness.
Summary : He will never, even if he stops bringing flowers, he'll never stop kissing that same spot on the rock. 'Cause he knows that Marmon likes it.
"Pay me first."
The wind's blowing hard, sending leaves from various trees flying off into the distance. It's a little bit chilly at this time of the year, but one person doesn't mind. He has to come here on this day and no other.
"That's too cheap."
Many trees provide shade from the sun's light (albeit not completely), and create beautiful sparkles of said light through the small gaps between thousands of leaves. If he wasn't so determined to reach his destination, he would of stopped to look at the sight.
"Cough up some more, moron."
In the middle of the lifeless forest resides a large rock shaped as a block, with letters neatly engraved on one side of it. It pains him every time to see these words and the rotten flowers that rest in front of said rock.
"I meant money, Idiot!"
As done every year, the blonde takes the year-old flowers and replaces them with fresh ones. It's the first time he's used flowers he grew himself, since he figured it would mean much more that way.
"Why the hell did you do that!"
While remembering a certain incident in the past, he places a kiss upon the rock to repeat what he had done to someone's cheek. Being so cold-hearted prevents him from shedding a tear at this point, but he still feels like doing so very badly.
"Tell me!"
He smiles as he looks down at the name. "To mark you." He whispers, as he always does every time he comes here. It is something he said during one of his most favorite moments with someone special.
"What?"
Tears are beckoning to appear but the brief thoughts of killing people prevent them from making him look any more of a loser than he has for the past 4 years. If he wasn't such a loser, he wouldn't be having to come here anyway.
"Mark...me?"
He suddenly laughs mockingly, but this time at himself. "Proof, that you and I are inseparable." Resting his arm on top of the stone with his forehead lying on top of it, he continues to laugh while being unable to look away from that name.
"And here we thought you were a genius."
The wind continues to blow hard, but never hard enough to pull the blonde away from his former companion, partner and friend. If they had made it out alive through these years, what would they have become?
"Idiot."
He tips his head backwards, his face looking up at the blue sky. He begins laughing very insanely. "Yes! I'm an idiot, Marmon! I'm an idiot!" Up until now, the tears make an appearance. Mere thoughts can't tame them anymore.
Had they truly been inseparable, what would life have been then? Would there ever be a grave for Belphegor to visit every year on the 2nd July? Probably not. As a genius, Belphegor obviously knew that kisses meant nothing, but couldn't help but place one on the Arcobaleno's cheek. It was quite surprising, that the reaction he got didn't earn him any cuts or bruises or any rearranged body part. Was he really an idiot in the other's eyes? Had he ever been despised by the one he so enjoyed the company of?
Possibly not, but not even Marmon can tell me now.
Like he'd ever.
"Happy birthday, Marmon."
Next year he'll come back and try even harder to hold back the tears. Though he'll never, even if he stops bringing flowers, he'll never stop kissing that same spot on the rock. 'Cause he knows that Marmon likes it.
Very, very much.
Owari