Title: Nocturne
Characters: Neah
Summary: Let the music play as bloodied tears drop from the very fingers that speak his soul.
Notes: One hundred eighty-eight words. For Alina on Tumblr. Drabble.
What an achingly sweet sound the piano makes, as his fingers sink into the black keys, then the white. Smooth ivory almost slip from his fingers as the piano speaks what he feels; his soul; his love; his loss.
He closes his eyes, allowing for nothing but the monochromatic to fill the void in his mind. From black to white… white to black.
Black. White. Black. White.
… red.
A rose petal stains the keyboard, destroying the chaste beauty. Neah lifts the bloodied finger up from the keyboard, watching the crimson drip.
He looks up into the eternal night sky, the crescent moon mocking him. That devilish smile which reminds him so of the Millennium Earl. He grits his teeth and continues to play, but with more fervor.
It's the climax of the piece, it's the moment.
The moment to kill; the moment to take revenge; the moment to—
"Mana…" a voice whispers.
A fermata. The Musician listens as he repeats the name over and over. "Mana. Mana." His fingers cry tears of blood, drenching the ivory with sanguine, as the nocturne weeps, finally coming to a closure.