Sorry, this might not even make any sense...
One by one, the mourners dressed in black filled the entire field.
Everyone was in their place, and they began.
The violinist stepped up to the front. He nervously looked at the three hundred pairs of eyes that didn't quite look at him, more like through him.
Raising his violin to his chin, he pulled the bow over the strings, producing a low, long sound. Flinching at the note he just played, he took a deep breath, and started again.
This time, he was able to successfully play the song.
The sweet, sad melody flowed through the air, flowing over everyone.
Although nobody could hear his song, he still played on.
The atmosphere made all the mourners shed a tear.
When the violinist finished, he sighed with relief, and stepped back.
Most of the mourners didn't even know who they were mourning for, but little did they know that they were being watched by his ghost…
After the funeral, the violinist stayed behind, at the grave.
Smiling a sad smile, he slowly faded away, hoping to live on in the hearts of his loved ones, especially his father, Gozaburo Kaiba.