Kaoru sat, stone faced, watching as a crowd gathers for a funeral, a funeral that was supposed to be his. Even with the best and largest church money there wasn't enough room for everyone, the church walls seemed to strain, accommodating for all the people. Various bodies were crammed together, squished tight to thigh in the pews and shoulder to shoulder in the aisles, the back being standing room only.
Not surprisingly, Kaoru didn't hear anyone complain he hardly heard any noise at all except he occasional whisper, cough or soft sighs of mourning. Everyone wore dark colors, even his fashionista of a mother. That's how it was when someone so young is snatched from the earth. It was wrong on so many levels that just thinking about it made Kaoru's already broken heart ache even harder.
Kaoru thought back to the dreadful events that led up to this mournful moment and it took everything he had not to break out into a hysterical fit of tears.